#I love the idea of Cherri with red pastels and golds

[seaweedraindraws]

Date fits from my fic Cherris outfit was based off of this

#hazbin hotel #cherrisnake #cherri bomb #sir pentious #cherri bomb heaven #angelic cherri bomb #angelic sir pentious #I love the idea of Cherri with red pastels and golds #So I attempted to make her hair more gold??? #And the only darker colors were maroon since I didn't want a dark bright red like she usually has #I really couldn't imagine her in blues but like... honestly she looks v cute in his jacket ngl #also I know Pents is very heart themed but he also went out loving his fam #I could see Cherri being more star themed because she's still a ball of fire #so I changed her freckles to stars? idk I wish I did more stars #fanart #fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanart

[thenerdywitchofthenorth]

Guess what my dumbass deleted?!

Maybe it was for the best because my speech-to-text was acting up and I sound like I was having a stroke.

So here's the first draft that like I said before, I love @furiousjellifish concept for this AU and I do think that would be wearing in their day-to-day wear. While I think that 6 what they present in when they want to Dazzle it up or have to show up for ceremonies or festivals or other Godly duties.

So I ended up changing a lot because I was not happy with the color placement. And a lot of little things, for example, the arm coverings I was not happy with that. I was bouncing off ideas and I changed my mind a lot. That's why the middle part is green. And while I did end up changing a few things I did keep the design of the crown although I ended up changing the color later.

I noticed that I gave Leo the same expression I gave Lou jitsu when I sketched up the first draft of the god of fame. Because Leo mirroring his dad's personality is a constant throughout the Multiverse.

Fun fact, the reason why his face looks so weird is because when I was coloring it I grabbed the wrong marker, and didn't realize it until it was too late tried to fix it made it worse. Which is sad because I really did like how it was turning out.

Now the crown, at first I did a silver color but I changed my mind and went with gold. I think it matched it better. The stone is sapphire but if you have other suggestions I'm happy to hear them. Now the flowers are white cherry blossoms, I chose the white cherry blossoms because they're very simple flowers, which shows how young, and that he's in the beginning of the journey, there are also a few rose blooms hidden there, to foreshadow becoming the god of Romance. But the main flower are blue clematis, in the west, they represent cleverness, loyalty, and courage that are often found on roads, and grow in bundles so perfect for Leo.

Now on to his outfit, I changed the middle part completely. And I put both the Hamato Clan symbol and the Mad Dog instead of it being on the actual outfit. It's a very simple and very youthful outfit, I was going to go out ,but decided to save that for later.

We agreed that Leo was born at dawn, so that's what I was going for with the sleeves. And also are the colors of his brothers but in a more pastel tone. Besides wanting to tie it to the dawn theme I was going with, the reason why I chose to give Leo such a light blue for his outfit and add the colors of his family, is because Leo hasn't become the god of romance or has been recognized as the god of strategy/ medicine yet. He's still very unsure of his position in the family, he still is very dependent and ties his identity to them. And I wanted that to reflect on his clothing,

So when you look at this outfit, the first thing your eyes are drawn to are the purple red, and orange details.

Then we have his pouch because of course, even when he's in his full get up, he needs to have something that ties him to medicine, and why not the thing that made the whole fandom tie him to that particular head Cannon?

Maybe I'll give him a third outfit like I did with Donnie. After all the god medicine, needs to be able to move around too, but if I do I'll sketch it out when I'm trying to figure out his God of romance outfit, and if you guys have ideas I would love to hear them.

Now we have the Sokka rip-off, I mean the mortal disguise. I originally wanted to give him a cape future Leo Style but decided against it, I also thought about giving him a sun hat, like I did in the Leo Usagi first meeting comic, but I was too lazy to draw it. The colors are more faded due to the fact that he's in disguise. His satchel is brown instead of blue and that also I did have this micro idea of him not wearing his mask when he's down there with Usagi , unlike his brothers, or he stops wearing it the more times that he goes down there. I'm pretty sure there's some symbolism there but I'm too lazy to think of it right now.

In the original post I mentioned, that I stopped drawing when I was in my early teens between 14 and 15, but I started drawing at the end of last year (funny enough it was also because of an elaborate Au I'm working on it) but life got in the and I ended up not drawing for a few months. But working on this Au with you guys, that are so creative and so fun to talk to, I got my mojo back so thank you a lot for that.

@fatalflawsy

@furiousjellifish

@annonniiiiieeeee

[curry-and-casteliacones]

Various Picrews Of My Characters

Gonna be kinda long to scroll thru just cuz of the amount of images so im putting it under a read more :)

Just in case you aren't aware. Picrew is a site that hosts artist made character makers. So none of these are my own art. Most of them have a signature on them if you want to look up the artist. If not, ask me and i can probably find the picrew link to give you.

Also as a note: none of these are 100% accurate. Theyre picrews, not my actual art so of course not every detail will be correct.

And another note: OH MY GOD PICREWS ONLY EVER HAVE STRAIGHT HAIR OPTIONS?? WHERE IS THE CURLY HAIR?? ID EVEN SETTLE FOR WAVY??? EVEN JUST SLIGHTLY FLUFFY SO I CAN MAKE ORION?? PLEASE???? But fr anything other than flat sleek hair feels like a godsend. Also good non white skin types??? Pleeeeaaaasssseeeeeee. Its so hard i need smth more than just 30 shades of pale, some non human colors, and then like 2 darker shades which both dont look good. Edit: JUST FOUND ONE THAT JUST????? DOESNT HAVE ANYTHING OTHER THAN PAPER WHITE???? Theres just no other skin options, yall im- i cant do this no more.

Young Cherry:

She used to wear all black!! No red or pink at all when her and Sana first met, despite them being her favorite colors.

A softer look for Ai

While she loves the pop of black, white, and gold she gives to her outfits sometimes some softer pastel colors can be a good look as well!

Wyv My Beloved:

He's talking about dragon types :)

Au ideas:

So i have a lot of "Bad End" Aus floating around where Ai does give in to Volo's allure of making a better world. I mean, hasn't she suffered enough? Hasn't she worked hard enough for it? In the end i think all it comes down to is Ai's familial bond with Ingo versus her romantic bond with Volo. Who managed to make a bigger impact on her after she was kicked out by Kamado? If it was Volo then i genuinely think she could be swayed to work with him to confront Arceus. In this particular version of it i think the two would strike a deal. Ai pretends to take on Volo and win. Everything continues as normal up until she fights + captures arceus. Suddenly she's giggling like a madwoman. Volo and her had done it. Arceus was hers. But the two quickly realize it isn't enough power in this sliver of Arceus to actually remake the world. But. It was enough to remake themselves. And to change some things. At this point Ai has mostly regained her memory of modern day, and she wants back. Volo wants into her time as well. It sounds so much better than the miserable place they were stuck. Ai just wants to see Orion again and show him how powerful she's become! And wants NOTHING to do with her dad ever again. So her and Volo reforge their own bodies. Volo changes almost nothing, being who he is this isn't very surprising. Ai just wants her hair color gone. The last reminder of her dad. She wants Orions hair color. Why couldn't she have gotten that to begin with? And while she's at it, Orion always had such pretty eyes. She'll look just like her big brother! (That's who she think Orion is with her not all quite there memory. . An older brother who moved out, leaving her alone with her dad. But she doesn't blame him. She would leave too if she could have.) Ai is someone full of a lot of love. She loves Orion so so So much. And she loves Volo so so So much. But in two very different ways. In this Au they arent exactly....healthy ways. She becomes obsessive. And Volo just feeds into it. He adores how dedicated she is to him. And he's dedicated to her as well. She controls Arceus, and she could beat him in battle so he respects her a LOT. Anyway, they go back to modern times, bringing a VERY concerned Ingo along with them. (Ingo knows they shouldn't be doing this. And Ai seems so... different. But he just wants to go home) When the three arrive in modern Unova Orion and Emmet are relieved but when Orion sees Ai they are.... surprised to say the least. They are greeted by basically a tiny femme version of himself...? Ai seems ecstatic, almost maniacally so, and explains to Orion what happened and introduces Volo. Orion finds something familiar in Volos appearance, but chooses to ignore it for now as more pressing matters are at hand. Orion seems concerned, even somewhat judgemental of Ais actions, but when Ai's anger quickly flares and Volo gets a very dangerous look in his eyes with his hand on a pokeball Orion backs off. Orion can clearly see how unstable Ai is but he doesn't know what to do. One false move and Ai might just remake him as well, changing him to a puppet that fits her fantasy world. Anyway yeah thats where i left off in the daydream lol. This will never be canon but its fun to think of what ifs :)

Young Orion: The teen years

He spent a lot of time with Ai at this point in time and was starting getting serious in his fashion pursuits. Ai was dropped off at him and Aerow's parents house a lot so Orion + his parents could babysit Ai while Aerow and his wife wanted to have a date night. The barretes were placed there by Ai(they were in her hair originally, but toddler Ai knew orion liked stars and so she confidently decided they belonged on him now)

Ai Visits Oliver:

I do have an eventual meet up for Ai, Oliver, Hime, and Wyv planned one day. Despite 3 of them being based in Unova and only one in Galar, Oliver manages to convince them to meet up in Galar if they pay for the travel expenses. (Oliver is uh... a tad loaded after becoming champion) Oliver cannot wait to brag and show them around Galar so they tell the other 3 to bring "nothing but the essentials". Oliver (after FINALLY getting to reveal their the galar champion) then takes them all on a shopping spree to get the clothes they will be wearing in Galar. Oliver manages to convince Ai to get some more dressy clothes while they are out and about.

Nova, A Messy Introduction:

Nova is a name for another OC who i ended up scrapping. But i realized the name Nova fit my character from Violet VERY well. And i wanted to turn her appearance into an OC anyway. (yeah if u ever wonder why my OCs that are the "main" character for that game story are girly looking its cuz i think "pretty" or "cute" looking characters are more fun to play as. Whether that be male of female is fine w me but u usually get better clothing options as a girl character ofc that didnt end up mattering this time around.) Anyway, meet Nova! She is originally from Paldea but moved to Galar with her mom at the age of 7. 6 years later at the age of 13 Nova moved back to Paldea with her mom. This makes her the youngest of any main characters. She is very childlike and innocent in a lot of ways and is also very proper. The idea of being anything other than a perfect mannered kid is somewhat appalling to her. However, her idea of prefect mannered isn't always the same as everyone else's. She doesn't follow rules, she follows morals? in a way? Which 90% of the time lines up with whatever rules are in place. However if something is against the rules but the correct thing to do she won't even consider before she does it. She doesn't really think before acting as she always has her mind made up pretty early on. Very confident but not in an arrogant way. She isn't your typical middle schooler kid and isn't rude or angsty like many others end up being. She is naturally very curious and loves to do well in anything she tries. A bit of Gifted Kid Syndrome and doesn't know how to handle failure. And take all of this w a grain of salt im just brainstorming lol

Ai At A Festival In Hisui:

She would love dressing up and always is planning her outfit to be made at the tailor's the second she hears about an upcoming event. That festival hosted at the end of the game was so much fun and it was wonderful seeing al her hard work paying off.

Bad End Ai Versus Normal Ai:

Quite a difference if i have to say. Normal Ai is still a lil not ok after everything. But she is generally a very well adjusted adult. Just a little prone to panic attacks and could body slam you into next tuesday both physically and in a pokemon battle. Also a lot more confident after everything. But also unable to have confidence in a lot of ways? Like i said she's a lil not ok.

More Nova:

more picrews of the bby. i think either this picrew didnt have the right skin tone for her or i was just tired and forgot to change it lol.

Unnamed Water/Ghost Trainer:

I've drawn her a couple times but have no concrete ideas for her. I just know she has really long hair that looks kinda wet and i wanter her to have "drowned ghost" vibes.

More Wyv!:

I literally love him so much. I wish i could draw dudes easier cuz he's such a great character and i've had so many ideas for his character recently.

Young Ai.... she's so smol...:

Look at how small the bby is. This is an older picrew i did of her, you can tell cuz she still had blue eyes in this one instead of gold. But yeah this is young Ai before she even started dying her hair. She probably still had a pretty good relationship w her dad and was still pretty messed up over the death of her mom but wasn't an overly unhappy kid all things considered.

Another "Bad End" Ai:

So basically, she dies after getting kicked out of Jubilfe. She at first tries to make her way to Ingo but manages to freeze to death in the snowy area after being attacked by a pokemon before reaching him. So she turns into a hisuian zoroark. And yeah basically thats it. She's a ghost now and takes her death out on everyone she can get her hands on. Eventually rumors of the banished member of the galaxy team reach Jubilife and Rei goes out to investigate. She spares him and tells him what happened, promising that when she returns to Jubilfe to take out Kamado that she would leave Rei and Laventon alone. Rei nervously thanks her and on sking legs runs back to the nearest base camp where Laventon is. Rei talks to him and they now have to figure out what to do about her. Basically i just like making Ai turn evil and want revenge on the world. She can have a little murder. As a treat :)

Brooke and Merida:

Two of Olivers friends. They are a tft lesbian couple who specialize in water and fire types respectively. And by that i mean Brooke (the red one) owns a vaporeon as their main pokemon and Meridas (the blue one) ace is a flareon. Yeah. They think its hilarious. Both of em are pretty big gamers and are the only two Oliver would hesitantly admit are better than them at something.

Despite the fact that i could keep adding picrews forever and ever i'm going to stop here as to not make it obscenely long. Expect a part 2 :)

#picrew #pokemon oc #oc: orion #oc: wyv #oc: cherry #oc: ai #oc: nova #oc: brooke #oc: merida #not my art #long post

[carcass-confessions]

Just for organization (and funsies because it's only 1 am and I'm bored) I wanna make a list of all the (magic) characters I have so far for this unnamed magic school story. Also idk if bullet lists are a thing on tumblr so like don't judge me if the format is weird jfshfjjsjs

Humans:

-Claire Celeste Estrella, the Amber Star Witch (the main character, 1/3 of a prophetic trifecta of witches, the character my friends ask me if she's written on purpose to be autistic, to which I say idk I write her like I'm writing myself so like)

-Heather Dean Forester, the Limelight Hydrangea Witch (Claire's best friend, he calls her by celeste, honestly he's kind of a boring design but I'm in love with him he's literally Just a guy who likes plants)

-Nova Éliane Jones, the Pink Sun Witch (lowkey starts off like she's the Mean Popular Girl trope but that's only because she's another 1/3 of a prophetic witch trifecta and she's charismatic and tbh just has great fashion sense, and Looks Like the queen bee of her friend trio,, tl;dr she's intimidating because she's popular but she's actually nice)

-Pippa Jane Owens, the Dandelion Witch (my DAUGHTER, in my top 3 favorite characters even though I haven't even written her yet, I just think she's neat. She's in Novas friend group, and I'm considering the idea that she somehow went to preschool or elementary school with Heather and Claire)

-Halia Ka Hiwa Kapule, the Red Hibiscus Witch (the third member of novas trio, if the Heathers were nice then Nova would be chandler, pippa would be mcnamara, and halia would be Duke. Not toxic, just in the sense that she's extremely perceptive and smart and easily on par with nova in popularity and intimidation from it. Idk I really like her outfit, leather coats over sweaters look DistinguishedTM)

-Divya Deshmukh, the Hourglass Witch (hrngh purple and gold color palette,, them and another character are the rebellious seniors who know all the Campus Secrets and Gossip, I love them very dearly, and their existence provided me a neat piece of worldbuilding so I appreciate that)

Non-humans (people native to the ~other world~ that the school takes place in; if not specified, assume they're an ElfTM):

-Daphne Rosa Clover, the Lilypad Witch (Claire's love interest, one of the few people in this world that is interested in the science behind magic rather than just what it can do. I love her dearly, pastel green and pink is one of my favorite color palettes)

-Sock Elm Dragonfly, the Feather Witch (the other senior that messes with freshmen alongside Divya. They're lowkey dating, idk. This is the one character I didn't name myself, but Sock is a better name for them than I probably could've come up with, I likely would've defaulted back to plant names since THEYRE ALL UNISEX TO MEE)

-London River Knight, the Lavender Moon Witch (the last 1/3 of the prophecy, also he's a werewolf? I haven't actually decided whether he's a Classic Werewolf or just a kemonomimi like some other characters. He's a pale lanky emo boy with grey hair idk what else to say, I just think he's neat, one of my favorite characters fjshhfsh)

-Serra Mun, the Cherry Witch (the VERY FIRST character I created for this story like 5 or 6 years ago. He's a catboy, of course. Frenemies with London, and as much as I want to ship them I fear the cliche of cat x dog but god dammit it's funny watching the way they bicker, especially since that's their first introduction from the pov of Claire and heather as their roommates, another one of my absolute favorites <3)

-Welwitschia Gloska, the Teapot Witch (well this is interesting. According to the laws of symbolic magic, she shouldn't exist, since a student by the same name and symbol just died the previous year. Perhaps there's more types of magic that can touch the soul, where symbolic magic cannot?)

-Bela Briar True, the Wisteria Witch (at the time of writing this, the most recently created character. They also probably shouldn't exist according to what people believe they know about souls, death, and the recycling and reincarnation of symbols. People tend to think of their existence as world breaking. It'd be like if it was discovered that gravity wasn't real and everything we know about modern science was completely wrong. They fully lean into this reputation though, and purposefully sneak around and generally act like a freaky little gremlin)

Non-Students:

-Professor Adriata Sweetweb, the Lavender Witch (the underworld necromancy teacher. I'm going to put it here first that every professor is a huge weirdo, so just imagine every professor I mention unless otherwise specified as being balls to the walls Extra in design and personality. As eccentric as humanly possible, and then more because none of them are humans)

-Professor Edith Dire, the Purple Foxglove Witch (the kitchen witchcraft teacher. It's basically a cooking class but with magic food, drinks, etc. She had her entire body turned into a wooden puppet so she could consume magic food containing her own symbol of a Foxglove, because otherwise it's poisonous.)

-Ewa Gloska, the Silver Moon Witch (1/3 of the previous prophecy 400 years ago, believed to be deceased)

-Ursa Elara, the Golden Sun Witch (1/3 of the previous prophecy 400 years ago, deceased)

-Altair Tahtinen, the White Star Witch (1/3 of the previous prophecy 400 years ago, deceased)

-Prastopé, the Lamb (one of many deities of the underworld. Also one of the friendliest ones, as her domain in the underworld is a vast meadow under pink skies, full of lambs that act as her eyes and messengers, meant for the souls of children. Underworld necromancers that wish to enter the underworld or simply speak with any deity tend to aim for Prastopé, as she has a reputation for being the most understanding and the least wrathful)

-Flutyx, the Ferrywoman (every underworld deity has at least one ferryman that brings the right souls to their domains in the underworld. Flutyx is the wife of Prastopé, and her only ferryman. While not as visibly soft and bright as Prastopé, being draped in black fabrics and dark colors, souls tend to feel at ease in her company. If Prastopé is the shield for the souls in her domain, Flutyx is the sword.)

-Paris insert last name (the actual first character I made, but he wasn't made FOR this story and is really just a super old character I completely forgot about and suddenly remembered and wanted to bring back. Anyways he's like in charge of what is essentially TSA for interdimensional travel lmao)

Characters I need to make but haven't yet

-all the other professors, too lazy to copy paste the list of classes I made rn

-more deities for both the underworld and over-overworld

-way more students as side characters but I unfortunately get way too attached and have to give everyone a Story

-the non-magical characters like yknow. The FAMILIES of the students lmao

-the Principal? Headmaster?? Of the school. And the one before them because it's important for the Lore

-some more characters related to the folklore of the world because history is a big aspect of this story and the characters arcs

-there's a character I accidentally retconned out of existence who was once named Barley and I really want to find a way to implement him back into the world because Heather deserves a love interest tbh, also it's needed for his ArcTM

#oc #my ocs #writeblr #creative writing #writer tumblr #original character

[shewalksthelefthandpath]

A Gothic Themed Day of Thanks

Wow! A couple days till Thanksgiving here in Canada, things have just been wild here so time is getting away from me in the not the best ways.

BUT! Let’s get right into today’s topic; Gothing Up Thanksgiving!

I love cooking for my family, I love spending time with my family, and any day where I get to do both is a day I’m going to thrive on. So while I can’t decorate or plan the meal myself (since we are living in a generational household now) I will share with you the setup and menu for my DREAM Thanksgiving, Let’s go!~

Colour Scheme: 

Black, Gold, and Deep Plum Black, Silver and Ox blood red Black, Rose gold and Pastel Pink Black, Antique gold and Sage green 

Tablescape:

Starting with a solid coloured table cloth in one of the accent colours (plum, red, green, or pink) and laying a black lace cloth over top. A textured table runner also in black, either velvet, taffeta, or a delicately patterned black quilted runner. I would rather use charger plates than placemats so I would pick chargers in the accent colour and go with simple black dinnerware. Cutlery would be one of the metals, and I would aim for them to be a little more fancy. Napkins would also be cloth and black and the rings would be one of the metals with an accent colour as detail. As the centre display I’m thinking two candelabras in a matte black finish with pearlescent or metallic black taper candles, fall foliage and florals in our accent colours with a cloche on a stand with a delicate display of fungi, moss and bones. I’d also look into vintage coloured glass drinkware, coloured crystal, and coffee and tea cups in the accent colours all mismatched and unique.  

Appetisers:

Cranberry Pecan baked Brie, Prosciutto Asparagus Puff Pastry wraps, and Since we’re Maritimers a Creamy Lobster dip with Toasted Pita, served about two hours before dinner so as not to spoil supper.

Soup/Salad:

Roasted Tomato and Red pepper soup or a Butternut Soup with cheddar and maple bacon. A small serving, and maybe a Autumn pear salad~.

Main Meal:

Now I like a good turkey like everyone else but I hate the heartburn that comes with it afterwards, I say this so that no one freaks out that I won’t be including turkey on my menu list. Instead I think a Roasted rack of lamb that the whole family chips in on would be amazing, with garlic and butter, rosemary, and maybe even some balsamic brown sugar sauce~. Garlic parmesan roasted carrots (cause let’s be honest here I am not going to coin or mash all my veggies….that is a small peeve of mine, but I digress), maple bacon brussel sprouts, caramelised sweet potatoes, and classic creamy garlic mashed potatoes. Then my grandmother’s stuffing and cranberry sauce. Maybe even a delicious mushroom gravy. 

Dessert:

I adore making desserts, and on top of that I love when they are small so I can offer more than one thing, so I would go the route of making little pies such as classic pumpkin, apple, and a cherry. This would be so I could really wow my family with a bigger dessert display of a pecan pie cheesecake (cause I love cheesecake!). This way I could have fun and make tiny options for those who would want something lighter after a rather rich and larger dinner or allow everyone to try a little of everything.

Drinks:

In our house we do wine with dinner so since we’d have lamb I would get a nice red wine, there’s a sweet little place out in the valley that does amazing local wine and their Autumnal red would be so good with this imaginary dinner. After dinner it’s coffee or tea or if we’re feeling saucy a cocktail. Something like an Earl Grey Blackberry Bourbon cocktail, or a Campfire cocktail with a little roasted marshmallow. 

Hopefully this didn’t make you all too hungry! To my Canadian friends and family, Happy Day of Thanks and Gratitude, and to my American friends and family, I hope this gave you some ideas! If you have any ideas of your own you’d like to share let us know and hit up our email at [email protected]! You just might see it on the blog!

#satan #gothgoth #altparenting #darkling #gothdad #gothmom #gothmomlife #metalhead #metalheaddad #satanicdad #satanicmom #satanicwitch #satanicparents #witchyparenting #witchcraft

[mainsinter]

Omber highlights

#OMBER HIGHLIGHTS HOW TO#

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As the natural Asian hair color is dark, opt for colors like blue, green, yellow and in case you want to keep it subtle try hair color ideas like dark blonde or medium browns. Not that she’s Asian, but I like the hair color combo of purple with black on Selena Gomez. Anyways, that’s Sarah’s choice, I’m just giving my opinion! Also, try balayage not just at the tips but also at some face-framing strands to get that wow look! Carrie Bradshaw Balayage on Asian Hair She looks stunning and sexy with curly hair rather than with straight hair. Kim Kardashian Balayage on Curly HairĪfter taking a look at Sarah Jessica Parker, I’m loving the trend of balayage technique on curly hair. Kim Kardashian rocks it perfectly with blonde balayage. While grunge and wavy hair have been in limelight these days, balayage does wonders on straight hair too.

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Also read about DIY Balayage: How to Do Balayage at Home.īalayage for Different Hair Types Balayage Straight Hair But if you’re feeling extra bold, try experimenting with neons and pinks. If you want a complete transformation, then this one is perfect for you! As the entire hair color is gonna be changed, so go for some natural tones.

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Kate Hudson Full Balayageįull balayage is a technique in which almost all the hair is dyed or colored (at least partially) leaving just a few strands. Cool hair color ideas for pastel balayage are lavender, corn, mint, sea green and pinkish brown. The latest pastel balayage involves getting a mix of 2-3 colors. Pastel shades look perfect on blonde hair, but work well on darker hair colors too. For a multicolor balayage, try pink with orange and purple! Julianne Hough Cara Delevingne 5. Go for rose gold, cranberry, valentine’s pink or light unicorn pink. There are so many shades to try in pink, and pink balayage looks perfect on copper, medium brown, blonde and even black hair. Hair color ideas for grey balayage would be black to grey ombre balayage or try blue-ish grey. Grey balayage is for someone who’s longing to get the platinum look but with a shade darker. Rihanna and Kylie Jenner really brought about the trend of grey hair color and ombre. Purple balayage looks great on both light and dark colored strands. I guess purple is Katy’s favorite color and so she keeps experimenting with it every now and then. She had both purple balayage and global purple hair color. The first name that comes to my mind when I think of purple balayage is Katy Perry. Instead of the full red balayage, subtle it down by having just the ends of the hair red and be perfectly ready for your next party! Selena Gomez 2. Red iPhone and matching hair color sounds interesting, right! 😉 The full red hair has been in trend for last few years and now it’s taken over by red balayage. But this year, we are also seeing balayage experimentations with fun bright colors and other shades. Of course, balayage is typically done with a hair color one or two shades lighter then the natural hair color, giving a sun-kissed natural look. Plenty of options to choose from! Latest Color Trends for Balayage Not liking the natural hair color ideas? Then you can colors like neon, pink, green – in short – mermaid and unicorn hair color. Who says balayage doesn’t work well on black hair? Hair color ideas for jet black include rose gold, light brown, cinnamon and auburn. Get more ideas here: 35 Celeb-Inspired Highlights for Brown Hair Chocolate copper and cherry brown are good hair color ideas for dark brown balayage. They suit almost all shades of dark hair. If you’re not bold enough to try the pop hair colors then go for colors like walnut brown, auburn blonde and caramel. Some hair color ideas for brwon hair include chestnut, honey ginger, golden strawberry and sandy blonde. This type of hair color works well with center-parted hair. Olivia Palmero looks amazing with blonde balayage on light brown hair. Balayage on Light Brown Hairīalayage is such a technique that looks best on any hair color and any length. Also read our article about 21 chic ideas for Blonde Hair with Lowlights. Good hair color ideas for blonde balayage are honey blonde, blonde caramel and platinum. Check out Behati Bal rocking this technique with more color towards the end of the hair, or ombre balayage. Celebs love trying this trend and blonde balayage hair is their current favorite. Blonde Balayageīalayage is a hair coloring technique in which the hair is dyed with hands, without the use of foils and brush, to get a more natural look. Balayage Ideas for Different Hair Colors 1. So make sure to keep this list handy when you go for your next hair color appointment. And what’s out? Ice blonde and tiger hair color are not so trendy. So, the latest shades include golden blonde, warm copper, contrasting roots, caramel highlights, sombre and ombré. New year is around the corner and we want you to stay ahead of the curve by knowing the latest hair color ideas so that you don’t miss on any trend.

#Omber highlights

[vintageswitcheroo]

Hello, Tumblr! It’s me, Mrs. Pidge Almina DePeche. Trying to figure out what exactly to put in my introduction post…

I guess I should start at the point that I started to get into vintage things. My first real exposure to a glamorous, idealized view of the past came with late-night Disney channel specials that dated to the 50s and 60s. That was my first real exposure to the mid-century aesthetic, hourglass strapless gowns and red lips. I grew up in the 90s, which had an aesthetic I would say was as far from that as you can get.

That was mostly just a passive appreciation as a single-digit child, though. It wasn’t until I turned 10 and discovered the Second World War that I *really* began to develop a vintage obsession.

For decades, now, I have admired the spirit of the Allies and the aesthetics of the wartime western world. Study and living history have given me an appreciation for the world my grandparents experienced and the battles their siblings fought to ensure freedom for the downtrodden. From sewing period dresses to cooking ration-friendly recipes, I try to remind myself as often as possible of the values and realities that shaped my parents’ parents’ world.

Even though I’m an American, I also have a particular affection for the British experience during the war, because they had it so very hard, and they kept up so admirably well, and they stood strong in the face of hellfire raining down on them and the threat of invasion for years before we stepped up to help them. They were the line in the sand between evil and the free world, and they held no matter the cost.

I’m a vintage lifestyle, not vintage values, person. I believe wanting to live in a way that highlights and honors the contributions of my grandparents and great-grandparents to the world during that time is antithetical to romanticizing the idea of the will-less, limpid, thoughtlessly submissive woman, and I have no patience for the fash. I’m in a lesbian relationship, I’m not only a woman though I was assigned that at birth, I am constantly working to unpack my biases and my privilege. I’m autistic, I’m studying to become Jewish. I am NOT your future tradwife. I am one of the ones tradwives think belong in walled ghettos, and I am getting my grubby little hands all over their floral prints and home-baked bread.

Aaaand…yes, I am a dirty-minded, kinky bitch. My appreciation for the WWII era is inextricably linked to certain salient experiences I had as a 10 year-old involving iconic imagery of the time that set my little prepubescent heart a-flutter. I cannot talk about the era and my love for it without talking about my fetish for many things about the time period, from visuals to fiction tropes and more.

There are some aspects of me that like the idea of being the Don Draper Daddy type, drinking scotch out of a gold-rimmed glass in a corner office. There are other aspects of me that love the idea of being the saddle-shoe wearing co-ed with a bow in her hair and a flirtatious smile on her lips. There are parts of me that want to be the darling pin-up singing at the USO show. A part of me that longs to be the Daddy’s girl waiting at home with open arms for the conflict to end. And a part of me that wants to tie on an apron and bake cookies for a petulant brat or two.

Throw all of that into a blender and pour it into a soda fountain milkshake glass, put a little cream and a cherry on top, and pop in a pastel paper straw, and I guess that’s me in a nutshell. At least, the pieces of me I am choosing to present here.

A vintage enthusiast whose interests span a large portion of the early and mid 20th century, but center firmly on the Second World War and the immediate postwar years.

A neurodivergent weirdo with a hyperfixation on the ever-receding past.

A queer person who performs femininity on my own terms rather than in the way I am expected to.

A horny degenerate who will spank and be spanked in turn, depending on my mood.

In other words…Pidge.

[nxrthmizu]

kill em’ with kindness

fandom | miraculous ladybug 

genre | lila salt, so much salt 

summary | marinette takes the high road to a better life. 

w.c | 8.1k 

author’s note | had this idea for a few days after i wrote victory tastes bitter, which really blew up on ao3 (thanks for all the support <3). always wondered what it would be like if marinette just. played nice. so here she is, being an absolute badass. 

author’s note.2 | okay so since i did not write this in one sitting, i get that the story probably doesn’t flow as properly as it should. will edit if i ever find the will to do it. 

Marinette was done. They wanted her to be a model student? Fine. They wanted her to stop being mean? Fine. They wanted her to be friends with Lila? Fine.

Luckily for Hawkmoth, no akuma plagued the sky of the previous night, or she would rain hell on him. There was no more tolerance left inside her to spare, and she certainly wouldn’t go out of her way to make some for the manipulative pest problem Paris has had for way too long.

She looked up into the mirror, having exchanged her pigtails for a low ponytail, strands curled to frame her face. Bluebell eyes glistened with a fire that burned brighter than hope— Hope that her ‘friends’ would see sense. Hope that Adrien would be there for her. Hope that the good guy would always get the happy ending. No more being patient, no more being passive, no more putting up with things she didn’t have to.

If Lila Rossi wanted a battle, then fine, a battle she would get. Marinette was lowering her white flag, replacing it with a battle emblem that scorched red, redder than blood and redder than the anger her friends would feel when she was finished. No more peace negotiations. Rossi wanted a fight, Rossi wanted a challenge. Who was Marinette to deny her from what she wanted?

They didn’t know what was coming for them.

The power of makeup was truly one that reigned apex among the world. A few touches of her makeup brush was all it took to erase her dark eyes from existence, give her skin a more radiant glow (She promised that she’d take time to give it a natural glow after she was done being nice), and ease a cherry-pink blush onto her cheeks, making her freckles stand out more in contrast. Marinette Dupain-Cheng meant business, and when she meant business—

“Good morning, Marinette! You look great today!” The head of the student council, a sensible, down-to-Earth blonde by the name of Noelle smiled, speeding up slightly to catch the bluenette on the steps of Francois Dupont. “Love the new look.”

Ah yes. The new look— A royal blue blazer, detailed with golden embroidery of cherry blossoms bursting at the sleeves and the collar, accompanied by a classy-looking silk blouse tapered with a soft, black felt. The pleated black skirt (Made from heavy cloth so that it wouldn’t flap about in the wind) was lined with a beautiful scarlet at all the edges to complete the look. Knee-high black socks trailed all the way into the slight heels that Marinette had added flower adornments on, just so she could tap a little of her own touch on it.

“Thank you,” Responded the bluenette with a smile.

“Woah! Someone looks like they got a good night of rest.” Madeline, the president of the Art Club teased, flocking to the other side of the girl. “That mascara looks sharp enough to kill, girl!”

Sharp enough to kill?

Oh, that wouldn’t be necessary, Marinette mused to herself, sending out thanks to those who had complimented her on her way to class. Nothing sharp was going to be required for the liar’s downfall— No, no. That would just be too messy, and she wouldn’t even think of staining her new outfit. Of course, the ensemble was crafted from her own hands, as stated by the classic MDC that graced the inside of her blazer, the collar of her blouse, and one of the pleats of her skirt. Besides… Lila wasn’t worth getting her hands dirty.

She was going to do things the right way.

The kind way.

“Good morning, everyone.” She greeted, walking into the classroom, garnering their attention with her punctuality. Every set of eyes in the room were attracted to her, like iron fillings to magnets. Some of the gazes were malicious, hateful; Some were doubtful, wary; One was pleading, as if spelling out ‘Please keep taking the high road!’— And then there was Chloe, who was entirely uninterested.

Good, Lila was already present.

“I’d just like to take a minute of your time. Won’t be too long, I promise.” She took a deep breath, ignoring the imploring gaze that dug at her side, courtesy of a blonde that sat in the front row (And no, it wasn’t Chloe she was referring to). “I’d just like to say…”

The class watched with bated breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Alya blinked. So did everyone else in the room. Stunned faces greeted Marinette’s apologetic one, including Lila’s— She didn’t even have to fake her reaction. What on Earth was Marinette trying to pull off? What kind of stunt was this?

“I realise that I’ve not really been the best version of me lately,” She admitted sorrowfully. I haven’t been the best version of me because I was being boycotted and isolated, “It wasn’t fair to put you all through this,” It wasn’t fair that you idiots had to lose all your reputations because of the words of one liar, “And people got hurt as a consequence,” Me. I was the one who got hurt. “I realise that things haven’t been all smooth-sailing in our class lately, so I’d like to apologise to everyone.” I’d like to apologise for not being able to save you from a liar who only sees her own personal gain.

A practiced breath escaped Marinette’s throat as she waited for her cue— The school bell— And set her bag on the teacher’s desk. Good, everything was unfolding right on time. Not quite far away, there was a distinct clack-clack-clack of someone’s heels— An auburn teacher, perhaps? Marinette reached into her backpack and drew out a package she had meticulously wrapped in brown paper and tied in golden ribbon. Sitting passively on top of the package was a small note, decorated in hand-drawn flowers and a hummingbird in the corner.

“Here,” Marinette strode up the steps of the class, stopping right in front of her former seat— Now Lila’s— Internally taking pleasure in the first time she’d seen the Italian’s true expression. “For you, as a token of my apology. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me,” Marinette swallowed painfully, biting her lip, as if she was trying not to cry, “But I just want to make things right.”

Lila blinked.

What the hell was happening?

The silence was broken by a quiet sob, one that did not originate from Marinette. Instead, Mlle. Caline Bustier stood in the doorway of the class, clutching her books and notes for the day’s lesson, wiping away a tear that dropped from her eye. “Oh, Marinette,” The teacher sobbed, “I’m so proud of you.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Marinette.” Rose sniffed, wiping away a few tears of her own that had started dripping during the bluenette’s speech. Juleka patted her girlfriend’s back, trying to calm the emotional blonde before she cried out a tsunami on top of her textbooks, giving Marinette a thumbs up to show her approval.

Alya beamed, seemingly proud of her former best friend, who had (In her opinion) finally started to see sense. “I’m so proud of you, girl!”

(Adrien was too shocked to form any words.)

“Could you… Open it?” Marinette asked hopefully, ignoring the teacher for the favour of the liar who ruined her life. “I… Just want to know if you like it.”

The Italian could do nothing more than grit her teeth when Alya urged her to open it. What kind of trick was Mari-Brat up to? Never mind— She’d just spin it into something stupid and the class would take to it like starved animals. With no other choice, she tore apart the brown paper, discarding the golden ribbon on her desk. The class gasped, oohs and aahs echoing all around as the package unfolded to reveal a pretty, beige-coloured cardigan, hand-stitched with murals of foxes, jumping livelily among berry bushes.

Stitched into the inside of the cardigan in pastel blue were the words ‘Lila Rossi’, done in an exquisite cursive that could no doubt only come from Marinette’s hand.

“I made it for you myself,” Marinette sniffed humbly. “I know you’re a really great model and you’ve probably seen clothes that are much better than this one, but I poured all my feelings into it. I spent every night of last week working on it, and—” She hiccuped rather loudly, instantly covering her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. “I just hope you like it.”

“I…” Lila was at a loss for words. She had an itinerary full of the lies and stories she would spin that day (“Marinette texted me mean things last night,” she would weep tearfully to Alya, sniffing and wiping away tears on Alya’s shirt sleeve, “I just want to be friends but she just keeps… Attacking me!”) but no matter. A smirk danced along the Italian’s lips. “Did you design this yourself?” 

Judging by the smirk that Marinette could practically hear in the other girl’s tone, the liar already had a trick up her sleeve. If Marinette had to guess... 

Something along the lines of she stole this design from [random designer], who just coincidentally had the time to be Lila’s friend. Or maybe the friend of Lila’s grandmother. Whichever didn’t matter much, because Marinette was prepared. 

Marinette crossed the room in mere seconds, returning back to Lila’s seat with a sketchbook that she’d pulled from her bag. “Here!” She chirped, flipping open the page with an exercised movement, not even having to shuffle through the pages to find the correct sketch. “I brought the original sketch, just in case you wanted to see it so you could get a professional to redo it for you.” 

Lila opened and closed her mouth like a gaping fish out of water. Beside her, Alya’s eyes sparkled, envy still glowing in her eyes at the sight of the intricate foxes, coloured in hazel, gold, and orange threads. 

“Thank you, Marinette.” Lila gritted through her teeth, basically seething at the thought of having to thank the girl in front of her, who was smiling like an innocent sunshine child. 

The bluenette then turned her attention to her homeroom teacher. “Sorry for interrupting and taking up class time, Mlle. Bustier.” 

“It’s not a problem, Marinette,” Mlle. Bustier wiped at her eyes, slightly embarrassed now that the whole class was watching her cry at the sight of her ‘model student’ correcting her wrongs. “E— Excuse me.” She mumbled, clearing her throat. “Let’s pick off from where we stopped yesterday. Open your textbooks to page 63, please.” 

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The rest of the day went along smoothly. Marinette sat at the back of class, as usual, sighing in boredom as class was derailed off course, whisked off by another one of Lila’s tall tales. Honestly, they were already weeks off schedule— How the hell were they expected to sit for the final exam, at this rate? 

She huffed quietly to herself, watching Bustier trying (and failing) to act like she wasn’t interested in Lila’s story. The woman— An actual adult— Fell for Lila’s usual tricks like a fool, taking in every single word in drunken thirst. Did Mlle. Bustier really have nothing better to do than get absorbed in a teenage girl’s wild fantasies (in a way it was like that). At that thought, Marinette sat up straighter in her chair, an idea going off like a lightbulb above her brain. 

Was it...? 

After further thought, Marinette settled back into her chair, humming thoughtfully as she drummed her fingers against her table quietly. Yes... Yes, perhaps. 

Perhaps it was possible. 

The rest of the lesson passed in wasted time as the class took a major detour to go on a warped journey through Lila’s lies, and before Bustier knew it, the lunch bell had rung. Students chattered animatedly as everyone got up, Mlle. Bustier’s announcement of ‘please go home and study this chapter by yourselves, everyone’ was pathetically drowned out by the rest of the noise. 

Marinette collected her things quickly, needing her exit from the classroom to go off without a hitch, exactly the way she planned it. “I’ve got to go back to my parents’ bakery for lunch,” She said shyly, shrinking into herself as her classmates turned to look at her. “I... Was thinking of bringing some macarons back later. Before I go, though... Lila, is there anything you’re allergic to?” 

“What?” The girl being asked snapped back as a reply, the words leaving her mouth too fast for her to register. Before she knew it, the whole class was staring at her, mouths agape. “I... I mean.” Clearing her throat, the liar plastered on a sweet smile. “What was it, Marinette?” 

“I wanted to bring some macarons back for everyone.” Shyly, the bluenette repeated her plans. “And... Since I’ve been in class with everyone else here for a while, I know their allergies, but not yours. Is there anything you’re allergic to that could be in baked goods?” 

The Italian cursed under her breath— Mari-Brat really wasn’t letting up. The bluenette had made sure to cover any ground that the Italian could use and turn back against her. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m not allergic to anything.” 

Brightening visibly, Marinette nodded, shooting the Italian a smile. “I know things between us aren’t going to get better immediately, but I promise to do my best in fixing things! See you guys after lunch.” 

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Lila was getting really, really fed up. For the whole morning, she wasn’t able to come up with any reason to blame Marinette. If things kept going at the rate that they were, the class would be fully convinced that the bluenette was a changed woman, and that couldn’t happen. There was, in the end, a downside to having such a gullible bunch of classmates— Sure, they swayed easily to her side, but that meant that they swayed back to Marinette’s just as easily. 

Hissing under her breath, Lila looked up to catch Alya and Nino’s concerned looks. 

No. 

She was Lila Rossi. She was resourceful. She had Gabriel Agreste behind her back. She was powerful. She was not going to let Mari-Brat halt her plans in their tracks ever again. 

“I’m going to go use the bathroom real quick,” She said, excusing herself from the lunch table. Perfect! Now all she had to do was come back in tears, saying that Marinette confronted and mocked her in the bathroom, and the class would be all hers, once again. 

Little did she know that Dupain-Cheng was one teensy step ahead. 

As soon as Lila rounded the corner of the cafeteria, Marinette appeared, having just had a lovely chat with Rose (And Juleka, although it was Rose who did most of the talking). The two were at the front steps of Francois Dupont, having a lovely couple moment that Marinette hated to interrupt— But she needed to have at least a word with them. 

“Rose, Juleka!” Marinette greeted, box of macarons held carefully in her arms, as if it were a box of important jewelry instead of just a box of pastries. “Oh— Rose, is that a new watch? I’ve never seen you wear it before!” 

“Yep, it is!” Rose beamed, delighted that someone (Besides Juleka) had finally noticed it. “Isn’t it pretty?” Indeed it was. The watch in question was a pretty, intricate-looking thing done in rose-gold metal, with a pastel pink leather strap holding it down. The background of the watch face was a white background with a thin film of rose-gold metal, cut to resemble a wall of precious rose vines. 

“It is!” Agreeing wholeheartedly, Marinette offered her classmate a smile. “Oh by the way, what time is it?” 

Rose peered at the watchface, returning the answer with an equally-bright smile. “11.47.” 

“Thank you.” Marinette thanked, continuing her way through the school until she reached the cafeteria. Just before she fell into line of sight, though, she hid behind a wall, peering over the corner until she spotted the table she was looking for. 

Perfect— Lila just walked away. Marinette thanked the gods for all the luck that she was having— Okay, maybe she thanked one god in particular more than the others. Gently, she patted the secret pocket that was sewn into the lining of her blazer— Tikki, who had magic powers, managed to create a miniature ‘room’ inside the secret pocket, with the pocket itself acting as a portal of sorts to the room. After a few seconds, she felt the pocket tap back, managing a small smile of gratitude for her kwami’s constant love and support. 

“Hey, Alya, Nino.” Marinette greeted shyly, box of macarons propped up against her hip. “Where’s... Lila?” She hesitated slightly with her question, acting as if it was a little out-of-place to ask about the Italian girl. 

“She went to the bathroom.” Nino provided, mouth still full of unchewed food. This gifted him with a smack from his girlfriend (“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” she scolded,). 

“Oh, I see.” I definitely see. I know what she’s going to try and pull later— I have to time this properly. Timing is everything. 

Marinette continued to make small talk with the two, whom she had not talked to for a very long time. Much to her surprise, they were very warm and accepting, quite unlike the people who slung slurs and accused her baselessly a few days ago. One morning made all the difference to people who believed anything, she supposed. 

All of a sudden, something in her chest buzzed, as if it were a fire alarm, vibrating in warning— She had to go. “It was nice talking to you guys again.” She admitted, having briefly dipped into a pool of what their friendship used to be like. “But I have to go. I promised Kagami I’d meet her for a few minutes before lunch ended.”

Alya’s eyebrows jumped up comically in surprise. “I didn’t know you still talked to her. I thought you two were… Love rivals.”

“So what if we were love rivals?” Marinette shrugged with a simple smile. “Adrien is… As much as it’s odd to admit, he’s just a boy. Neither of us let him get in between us. He’s just a boy, and it’d be stupid for us to not get along just because we like the same boy. It doesn’t bother Kagami that we used to like the same boy, so why should I let it bother me? Besides,” Marinette tilted her head slightly. “It’d be stupid to give up a great friendship just because of a boy.”

With her last words still hanging in the air, Marinette turned tail and left, walking faster than usual. She had little time left— As she neared the wall that would shield her from the view of the cafeteria, she sped up her footsteps, practically half-sprinting just so she could get out of sight before Lila Rossi returned, looking like someone just killed a puppy in front of her very eyes.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” Alya jumped to her feet instantly, reaching out to comfort her best friend, who was moments away from having tears stream down her cheeks.

“I… I thought she’d changed.” Lila sniffled, biting her lip to appear as if she was desperately trying not to cry.

Alya frowned. “Who?”

“Marinette.” Lila stated as if it were obvious, faltering for a moment— Why had Alya bothered to ask? Shouldn’t it come pretty obvious? The liar dismissed the thoughts and continued in her performance. “She threatened me in the bathroom. She… She confronted me and mocked me, saying… Saying that all of you… All of you are idiots for believing that she’s changed. She… She said everything was an act to turn you all against me.”

Nino’s jaw dropped so far that it touched the floor. “Uh… Dudette, are you sure it was Marinette?”

“Yes!” Lila spun to look at him so fast that it was a wonder she didn’t break her neck. “Are… Are you doubting me? Oh my god, it’s working. She’s turning you guys against me. I just want to have friends, I don’t get why she hates me so—”

“You’re… Absolutely sure it was Marinette? You saw her face?” Alya repeated her boyfriend’s words, emphasising each and everyone of them as she looked Lila in the eyes.

“Alya, not you too.” Lila sniffled, tears basically dropping out of her eyes like big, fat droplets of salt water. “It was her— I saw her blazer, it had MDC stitched onto it.”

An uncomfortable silence settled in between the girl and her boyfriend, neither quite knowing what to say. “Oh. I… I see.” Alya said at last, turning back to her food. “Well… Lunch is almost over. Let’s… Let’s get back to class.”

“Marinette just threatened me in the bathroom!” Lila puffed up, clearly upset now. “She mocked me! She called you guys stupid for believing her act!”

“Dudette.” Nino shattered the ice-cold silence at their lunch table, swallowing heavily. “Marinette was with us the whole time you were in the bathroom.”

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The tension inside the room was so thick that Adrien could cut it with his bare hands. God, what had happened? The day had started off so well— Marinette agreed to be friends with Lila, god bless the girl— But as it turned out, one hurdle folded over only to be towered over by a taller one. 

“Alya—” Lila began tearfully, her pitiful look attracting the sympathy of those who still didn’t know what was going on. 

“You claimed that Marinette threatened you in the bathroom.” Alya interrupted. “While she was with us the whole time in the cafeteria.” 

Faltering, the Italian struggled to find a way to squeeze herself out of the tight spot. “M— Maybe it was someone else.” Reluctantly, she backed out one trap into another one. 

“You said that you were sure! You said that she was wearing a blazer with MDC stitched on it. Marinette was wearing that blazer during lunch!” The reporter shot back, Nino at her side, trying to extinguish the conflicted fire blazing inside Alya’s heart. 

The seeds of doubt had been sewn, and Lila was going to have a tough time weeding them out. “I... I’m sorry!” She burst out into tears, sobbing pitifully in front of the class, most of which were already in attendance. “My lying disease is acting up again. I... I can’t help it. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone!” 

“Uh... Is this a bad time to ask if anyone wants macarons?” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, standing at the front of the room. Her royal blue blazer had been shed, and it now hung over her arm, properly folded into half. Earlier, she had asked Rose for the time to make sure that she had a witness in case Lila tried to pull another act— But as it seemed, the Italian was determined to dig her own grave and all the work had been done. 

The students of Mlle. Bustier’s class shared looks. 

“I’ll... I’ll have one.” Mylene cleared her throat, hoping that it would diffuse the situation. 

“Me too.” Kim followed, not missing the way Marinette flinched slightly at his words. Most of the words he had said to her of late had not been nice at all— But he justified that with the fact that she was being a bully to Lila, like Chloe had been to Marinette herself. 

“Great!” Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly, slapping on a strained smile. She passed the box to the front row, where Sabrina and Chloe were, gesturing for them to pass the box along until everyone got their fill. 

Internally, Lila seethed, anger burning like a wildfire that tore down every lush sign of life in her path. The girl had never felt that livid in her entire life— Who did Dupain-Cheng think she was, having a change of heart out of nowhere, pretending to play along with those oh-so-innocent eyes of hers? 

“I... I think I know why my disease acted up again,” Lila sniffled, loud enough to gather attention again. Unsure glances passed around like an object that no one wanted, carried from hand to hand forcefully as no one wanted to hold onto it for too long. “It... It must’ve been because of... Of the cardigan that Marinette made me! You must’ve known that...” The Italian squinted at the cardigan on her desk, “... Cotton triggers my lying disease!” 

The bluenette, still passing around macarons, stopped in her tracks. Inside her mind, Marinette was shaking her head, an amused smile on her cheeks. She had to give Lila credit for that one— She would’ve never anticipated that lie from her nemesis. “That’s terrible!” She sucked in a breath, putting on a dismayed look. “I’m really sorry, Lila! I know it seems like I did this on purpose, but I promise I didn’t! To make it up to you, I’ll make you another one.” 

Is she serious right now? Lila scoffed mentally. How long does she plan to keep this going? No matter— She’ll eventually drain herself out and I won’t even have to meddle in this matter. 

Marinette sniffled, collecting the cardigan pitifully from Lila’s desk. “But to prevent future incidents, Lila, I just want you to know that this isn’t made of cotton... It’s made from the highest-quality of star silk, which is incredibly difficult to produce and is rather expensive. It’s such a pity... I thought that only the best of materials would be deserving to be used to make an apology present... I guess you can’t wear it. I’ll just make another copy of the cardigan with some normal-range silk.” Sighing, the bluenette pretended to mull in sadness for a few seconds before an idea struck her. “Alya! You aren’t allergic to star silk, right?” 

The flow of conversation redirected suddenly, with the reporter snapping to attention and nodding eagerly as she realised what was about to happen. 

“Then... Since I’ve spent so long on this, I don’t want it to go to waste... Why don’t you have it, instead?” Offered Marinette with a sweet, shy smile on her face. 

Lila, still caught up in shock by the reveal of the material— Was then slammed with a wall of flaming anger as Alya squealed, coddling the soft, fluffy material that made the cardigan the exquisite product it was. 

“Marinette’s right,” Adrien chipped in with his own two cents, “Father can rarely get his hands on that material— It costs a fortune, and if hand-made... It takes forever.” 

“Oh, I wove the silk by myself,” Marinette added shyly after Adrien’s contribution, “So I apologise if it’s not up to the quality of industry-level star silk.” 

The reporter gushed, still cooing and running her hands over the gorgeous threads of fabric that made up the cloud-like base of the cardigan, eyes sparkling and the details of the embroidery. 

Marinette smiled, returning to her seat without a fuss. The rest of the class continued to pass the pastries around, the perfect description of ‘ignorance is bliss’ as they pretended as if they couldn’t see the way Lila was shaking in anger. Alya, on the other hand, could see nothing but the garment in her hands, her ‘best friend’ having become invisible for the time being. 

Just as well that it turned out this way, Marinette hummed, twirling her pen in hand, Let that be my departing gift to Rena Rouge. 

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Tomorrow arrived like clockwork, never late and always on time. The crowd of students clamouring by the front of Francois Dupont hushed to silence as they parted for two dark-haired women, both of which were giving off waves of confidence. Simple conversation flowed between the two, who were perfect examples of elegance and grace, their traditional-inspired attire complementing the royal-like aura they had. 

“This dress is really lovely, Marinette,” Kagami smiled gently, admiring the way the fabric flowed around her. The designer had gifted her friend with a maroon-coloured hanfu-inspired dress, complete with hand-sewn embroidery of a golden dragon curled around Kagami’s waist and neck. The dress was completed with a pleated skirt that went all the way to the heels. At first, the fencer was reluctant about the skirt due to the limited maneuverability, but then Marinette revealed that the skirt was very simple to take off as it was just tied around the waist. 

“You look gorgeous in it. It suits you.” Marinette replied, dressed in a similar looking dress. Her hanfu-inspired dress was light pink in colour, with silver threads depicting cranes flying about freely. The pleated skirt was grey in colour, lined with a soft circle of white. 

Kagami blushed slightly. “Thank you.” Briefly, the Japanese girl wondered why on Earth Marinette would go and embroider a dragon onto her dress— Was it purely a coincidence, or...? 

“I’m really glad you decided to transfer here,” Marinette smiled softly, her dark blue bangs framing her face as the rest of it was gathered into a braid that Kagami had helped weave. “It’s going to be nice! I’ll get to see you a lot more often.” 

“We’re in different classes, though.” Frowning, Kagami wondered if she should request a change of homeroom. 

“For now.” The designer winked playfully. “Oh, I have to get to class. See you during lunch?” 

Without waiting for a reply, the blue-eyed girl moved away gracefully, leaving Kagami in confusion. 

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“Good morning,” Marinette greeted gracefully, sweeping into the classroom with her bag over her shoulder and a package in her hands. This package was clearly not as exquisitely-wrapped as the one from the day before, as it was just brown paper and some rough string. 

Alya brightened at the sight of her friend, shrinking away slightly whenever Lila tried to say anything. Sure, the reporter did shake off the initial reaction and respond to whatever her ‘best friend’ said, but the damage had been done. 

“Here’s your new cardigan. It’s made from the same material as your shirt,” Marinette smiled warmly, placing the package on Lila’s table. “It’s a little different from the one I brought yesterday, but I still poured in all my emotions when I made it, so I hope you’ll accept it.” 

Through a gritted smile, the Italian thanked the designer, clenching her fists under the table. That was the second time in two days she had to thank Mari-brat! She swore that if she had to do it again a third time, she was going to slap someone. 

“Oh, Marinette!” Alya called out excitedly, wearing the cardigan that was originally supposed to be Lila’s. “This cardigan is so soft! It’s really amazing to wear! As expected of you, girl!” 

The bluenette stared back at the reporter, wavering for a bit. She had a feeling that Alya wanted something from her... 

“So... I was wondering...” The reporter’s expression turned sheepish, with Marinette’s internal thought-train going ah, there it comes— “Could you remove this and put my name instead?” Alya picked up the corner of the cardigan, pointing to the inside of the garment, where ‘Lila Rossi’ was embroidered on. 

“Ah...” Marinette didn’t even have to fake her nervousness. We already agreed on this, She told herself, No more doing free stuff for people. No more. “Sorry, Alya. My parents need a lot of help in the bakery recently,.. You know how it is! Family always comes first. I’ve already taken out a lot of time to make the cardigan for Lila... And I promised Kagami I’d go out with her this weekend. I’m afraid I don’t have time...” 

There was no missing the way Alya’s face fell instantly. “Couldn’t you put off Kagami for me? Aren’t we best friends?” 

“I thought Lila was your best friend,” Feigning an expression of innocence, Marinette tilted her head slightly. “You shouldn’t go around saying things like that, Alya. You might hurt Lila’s feelings. Besides, a promise is a promise. I wouldn’t want to hurt Kagami’s feelings either. Not to mention— I gave you that cardigan for free. That was two weeks’ worth of hard work. I’m afraid I don’t have the ability to take time out to alter it for free either. If you really want to get it done, you could ask an external tailor to do it for you. I know a few who can do really good embroidery.” 

Alya faltered. “But... We used to be best friends...” 

Snorting mentally, Marinette continued to hold her calm composure. “Like I said, you really shouldn’t say that, Alya. Lila might get upset and we don’t want to hurt her feelings— Right, Adrien?” 

The blonde jumped when the conversation turned to him out of nowhere. All of a sudden, every eye in the classroom was fixed on him. “R— Right, of course.” He said, forcing out each word. 

Satisfied, Marinette nodded, still wearing her ever-so-kind smile. “Exactly.” 

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“Hey, why don’t we all go out and have a picnic outside during lunch?” Alya suggested loudly, jumping up as soon as the lunch bell rang. “Marinette, you can come along too!” Something inside the reporter’s chest was stirring, and with the events of the past few days, Alya felt like she just had to quench that unsettling feeling— And the first step to that was to mend things with Marinette, even though it was the bluenette’s fault for always having been biased to Lila. Alya smiled, proud of herself. She would be the bigger person, she would forgive Marinette, she would integrate the designer back into the class again. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Marinette replied just as quickly, “We don’t know what Lila might be allergic to— She could easily trigger a reaction if we go out, especially since it’s spring.” 

A collective choir of groans rounded the class. 

“Well, I’m going to go back to the hotel to have a first-class meal,” Chloe turned her nose up at her classmates. “... Dupain-Cheng, would you like to come?” 

Shock painted the faces of the whole classroom. Did Chloe just... Ask Marinette something... Politely? 

“I’d love to take that offer, Chloe.” Responded the bluenette, graceful and flawless as ever. “Perhaps tomorrow?” 

“Suit yourself. They’re serving lobster today.” Chloe huffed. “If you’re really that busy, then fine. We can discuss...” The Mayor’s daughter trailed off as she blushed. 

The bluenette giggled knowingly. “You’d like to commission a dress from me, right?” 

“... No.” 

“...” 

“... Maybe.” 

“Alright.” Marinette nodded. “Then maybe it’ll be more convenient if I head over to the hotel after school. I’ll need to take your measurements and we can discuss the prices after.” 

“Whatever.” Chloe waved her away haughtily, a poor effort to cover up her embarrassment. “Sabrina. Let’s go.” 

“Chloe?” Alya guffawed. “Why are you commissioning something from Marinette?” 

Rolling her eyes as if Alya had just asked the stupidest question ever, Chloe answered plainly. “Because she’s one of the up-and-rising designers in the industry? Have you seen what Dupain-Cheng is wearing today? Celebrities are already fighting for spots in her commission list. Even my mother and Gabriel Agreste acknowledge her talent. I’m not dumb, Cesaire. I can recognise a future fashion queen when I see one.” 

Wow, Marinette breathed, looking at the stunned faces around the room, Chloe sure knows how to create an impression. 

“W— Well.” Stuttered the reporter after Chloe made her big exit. “Then... What about going to the bakery for lunch?” 

“Didn’t Lila say she saw a rat in the bakery the last time she visited it?” Marinette pointed out. “The health officer checked the surveillance and the claim was dismissed, of course, because my parents make sure the bakery is as hygienic as possible— But I’m sure Lila is traumatised from that incident. I wouldn’t want to force her to come along to the bakery— And we wouldn’t want to leave her out either, right?” 

This elicited another round of groans. 

Oh, I am enjoying myself way too much, Marinette chuckled mentally. 

“Then— Then...” Alya struggled visibly before she was put out of her misery. 

“It’s fine, Alya.” The designer reassured her. “I wouldn’t want to bother Lila. I’m sure she’s still upset at me. You guys go ahead. I have to go back to the bakery to help my parents out. See you guys after!” 

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Slam! 

Lila fumed, hand still pressed on her locker door. What. The. Hell. Was Mari-brat trying to do? She didn’t miss the way some of her classmates sent her unsatisfactory looks after that pre-lunch stunt that Marinette had pulled. 

And what was the thing about high-and-mighty Chloe commissioning from Marinette? 

Sure, Lila would admit that the cardigan that the designer made was indeed gorgeous, and the fabric was smooth and velvety, a quality unlike any of the clothing that Lila had ever had the privilege to touch— But surely a lowly brat like Dupain-Cheng couldn’t be that popular... Right? 

Dammit, hissed the Italian girl, Maybe I should’ve tried being friends with Mari-brat instead of Cesaire. 

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“Is that... Marinette and Kagami?” Nino gaped, prompting Alya to turn around. It was true— Walking up the steps of Francois Dupont together were the two blue-haired girls, a gentle smile dancing on Kagami’s lips as Marinette talked animatedly, her hands waving around quickly to further elaborate her point. 

Students lounging around the entrance for lunch couldn’t tear their eyes off the two and their matching dresses. Sure, the two girls had walked into school the same way that morning— But now that the afternoon sun was high up in the sky, the golden and silver embroidery was glinting luminously, revealing the true caliber of Marinette’s craft. 

“But... They’re rivals.” Stuttered Alya. She just couldn’t understand... Weren’t they supposed to hate each other? 

“They both like Adrien but they can still get along,” Nino remarked thoughtfully, taking a bite from his sandwich. “So Marinette wasn’t lying about going to meet Kagami yesterday.” 

Alya was silent. 

“Alya? What’s wrong?” Worried, Nino put a hand around his girlfriend’s shoulder, care and concern shining through his honest eyes. 

“If... If Marinette doesn’t get jealous or biased over someone who also likes Adrien...” Alya started quietly, eyes still fixed on the two girls, “Then why was she so against Lila?” 

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“Mlle. Bustier?” The teacher looked up at the voice of her favourite student. Fondly, she smiled. Marinette had finally seen the light and changed her ways, becoming the helpful, generous, kind Marinette that served as a great example for her peers. “May I make an announcement before class ends?” 

“Of course, dear.” Mlle. Bustier gave permission instantly— Marinette was taking up the reins of leadership again! The teacher couldn’t help but do a happy dance internally. 

“I have an announcement to make, so if everyone could listen, I’d be really thankful.” Marinette started, her clear blue eyes meeting those of her classmates. 

She took a deep breath. This is it. I’ve done what I needed to do, now it’s time to finish the job. 

“These past two days... Have been great,” Marinette started wistfully. “I really missed hanging around everyone, just like we did before,” Before you all turned your backs on me and stabbed me when I wasn’t looking, “But I can’t deny— And neither can you— That the things that have happened... They had a really deep impact. And I’ve realised that I can’t just ignore that damage that has been done.” The damage that has been done to me. “So, for the better of everyone— I’ve decided that I... Will transfer classes.” 

It was as if an explosion had gone off in Mlle. Bustier’s classroom. 

“Girl! You can’t do that!” Alya exclaimed in dismay, “We can fix things! Everything has been going well these few days, haven’t they?” 

“Dudette! Honestly, we forgive you.” Nino sighed, “Things just aren’t the same if you’re not here anymore.” 

Adrien didn’t say a word, but the imploring gaze he wore said enough. Please don’t leave me here alone. We promised we’d fight together, right? As long as both of us know... 

Marinette held her hand up to silence them, and the classroom, just as swiftly, became the deadly silence that followed post-disaster. “I understand. But once again, this is for the better,” — Of my mental health, “I’ve talked to Mlle. Mendeliev, and she’s agreed to take me in. I believe that once the changes have taken place, we can all grow more freely without restrictions.” 

In the corner, Mlle. Bustier was tearing up and dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve. 

“Mlle. Bustier,” Marinette turned to her teacher, no malice in her eyes. “I’ll be under Mlle. Mendeliev’s care now.” 

“Marinette...” The teacher sobbed quietly, with Chloe shooting her a look of disgust from the front row. 

“It’s not going to be easy for any of us,” Marinette turned back to the class, “But with time, I’m sure we will all prosper. Especially since you will now be under the care of our one and only Lila Rossi.” 

Adrien looked like someone had just killed a puppy in front of him. 

“Since I am the current class president, I thought I’d pass on the duties onto the most capable person in our class.” Marinette explained warmly, never moving her gaze away from the bewildered Lila. “Lila has the most connections in our class out of all of us, and she’s met so many CEOs and entrepreneurs that she must know a lot about organising and planning. I’m sure you can do it, Lila, but...” She paused. “You can handle it, right?” 

“Y— Yeah. Of course.” Lila stuttered. 

“You promised the class that you’d get BTS to perform for the year-end fundraiser since you were supposed to be in an arranged marriage with their youngest member, Jungkook.” Marinette continued, God I am enjoying myself too much honestly, but I ain’t going to stop now, “And you said you could convince your godfather, Bruce Wayne, to allow the class to go to Wayne Enterprises for this year’s class trip.” 

“She said she could convince Tony Hawk to give me an internship, too!” Alix chipped in. 

“And that she’d bring me along the next time Prince Ali asks for her help for a charity cause!” Rose smiled. 

“She said she’d introduce me to the CEO of Graham Films!” Nino’s eyes shone at the idea. 

The class continued to talk all over one another until Marinette silenced them once more. “Now, now. Let’s not overwhelm Lila. We wouldn’t want her to be overworked or to feel like the expectations are set too high, right?” 

The class agreed, nodding along. 

Marinette made eye contact with Lila, offering her a sweet smile as she did so. Lila, on the other hand, had no taste for such politeness. Instead, she straight-out glared at the former class president. 

This is your problem now. 

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“Marinette! I was hoping to catch you before you went home,” Alya panted, having been able to find the bluenette in the locker room before the designer slipped out of her reach. “You... You’re really serious about leaving?” 

“Yeah.” Smiled Marinette, organising her textbooks into her bag, dusting down her skirt. Noticing Alya’s crestfallen expression, she took the initiative to continue the conversation. “Is there anything else, Alya?” 

“Did you... Did you really hate Lila because she liked Adrien, too?” The reporter asked somewhat timidly. 

Marinette giggled. Normally, when the girl giggled, you could hear a gentle tinkling of wind chimes— But at that moment, Alya heard the freezing winds on Mount Everest instead. “Don’t be silly, Alya. All this over a boy? Besides, I’m over him.” 

“Then...” Alya swallowed difficulty. “Lila... Really was lying this whole time?” 

The gaze that swept across the reporter was stone cold, and it made Alya feel as if she was dangling over a valley of jagged rocks. “What do you think, Alya?” Even so, the bluenette maintained a sweet smile. 

“She was. She was lying the whole time.” Alya suddenly felt as if she had a shortness of air. “This whole time—” 

“Oh, good for you. You finally learned how to see further than one feet in front of you.” Marinette hummed. “I’m proud of you, really. But I’m afraid that I don’t have the time to listen to you slowly come to conclusions after I’ve tried making you see sense for the past half a year. I tried to stop you from ruining your futures, but I guess determination was always one of your good traits.” 

Alya slipped to the floor, having lost the feeling in her legs. She placed one hand against the lockers for support as she shook, weakly looking up at the girl who she was once so proud to call her ‘best friend’. 

“Marinette?” Kagami’s voice rang through the room, indicating that the girl was waiting at the doorway. “You said you were heading to Bourgeois’s hotel after school— Would you like a ride?” 

“That’d be nice, Kagami. A moment.” The designer looked down at her friend and smiled, albeit a little sadly this time— And then she lowered her voice. 

“Determination was always one of your good traits.” 

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“Marinette,” Adrien perked up at the sight of the bluenette leaving the school doors— Side by side with Kagami, who looked ready to draw a sword and start a duel then and there. 

“This’ll just take a minute, ‘Gami.” Marinette reassured, gently patting her friend’s arm. “Why don’t you get in the car first? It looks like it’s going to rain.” 

Reluctantly, Kagami nodded. “Alright.” Warily, the fencer stepped down the stairs and into the car— But even as she sat in the vehicle, she watched over her fellow bluenette like a hawk, ready to jump out and challenge the blonde if the situation called for it. 

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. Luckily for him, the designer decided to start the conversation. 

“I just wanted to say thank you.” Marinette smiled softly. A few months ago, when she looked at Adrien, she would see the kind, generous, pure-hearted boy with the finest golden hair and the brightest green eyes. Now? All she saw was a spineless, sheltered, passive child that was afraid of confrontations. 

“For what?” Adrien looked at Marinette, and no longer did he see the cute, pigtail-adorning girl that would blush fiercely everytime he tried to talk to her. Instead, he saw a beautiful, young woman, a rock that had pulled through all the odds to become a vibrant, iridescent diamond. 

Marinette was glowing with confidence, her presence diffusing into the air around her and triggering eyes to look up every time she walked by. There was something about the way she held herself that just made the woman demand awe and respect from those that crossed her path. The old ‘Clumsinette’ had been shed like an old snake skin to reveal a treasure, a better version of the bluenette that had always been waiting for her time to come. 

Bluebell eyes met green ones just as rain began to patter down onto the streets of Paris. Marinette glanced up slightly, not at all bothered as she smoothly retrieved an umbrella from her bag, holding it out for the blonde to take. A flush of deja vu burst through Adrien’s veins and through his skin as he took it with a mumbled thanks, eyes blown wide as Marinette let loose her hair from her ponytail, pulling her blazer over her head to avoid getting her head wet. 

Adrien could only gape as Marinette uttered familiar words back to him, a knowing smile dancing across her lips as she ran off into the rain as if an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The bluenette looked lighter, brighter, ready to take flight and soar towards the success that her crops of hard work had finally started to bear. Before the blonde model knew it, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had slipped out of his grip, already spreading her multi-coloured wings to land among the stars. 

“Thank you for telling me to take the high road.”  

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this was both satisfying and tiring to write... 

#ml salt #ml saltfic #saltfic #lila salt #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien salt #miraculous ladybug #alya salt #[ris writes]—✧

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The Other Hazbin Designs. What I Think They’ll Look Like.

Vaggie🦋❌- Darker colors, more purples for the goth aesthetic and for her more serious personality, a mix of goth, business and combat ready since she's more business minded and uses weapons, a more modest serious look, more moth characteristics like some extra moth fluff and antennae, perhaps even some hidden or visible wings, reds in replace for pinks for her more wrathful side and stand out better from the purples and perhaps body type be on the thicker side and smaller in height than Charlie but not as small as Nifty. Also maybe the x on her left eye could be shaped to have a moth silhouette.

Angel🕷👢- Less fur dots, maybe some pink hair tips, the bow to be etheir completely black or pink, white suit to be black or dark pink instead, darker eyeshadow. Help separate from his white skin. Or leave the suit the same and make his skin/fur light pink or gray.

Husk🐈‍⬛🎰🪄- More overweight on account of him drinking a lot and not being much of the active type, perhaps some crows feet and eye bags to make him look older, and more gold colors on account of him being a gambler, profit type. Also maybe a a vest with coattails and wrist cuffs for the magician aesthetic. 

Nifty🪳🪡- More bug characteristics, heard she's suppose to be cockroach, maybe her hair could be in a bun with a bow that’s actually antennae and a a sweater around her shoulders that's actually wings, lighter more pastel colors for a nostalgia feel with her being from the 50's and perhaps an apron and gloves because she likes to clean and fits the 50′s housewife look. She could also look like specifically an Asian Cockroach for the idea of her being Japanese.

Cherri Bomb🍒💣- Less rips and tears for a simpler design, make her hair more blonde to stand out from all the reds, give her more muscle on account of her being a fighter type and maybe a another color for contrast from all the red like green or orange.

Alastor🦌📻- Ngl I really like his design as is. Perhaps more blacks to differ more from Charlie's new look and antlers to be a bit bigger. Perhaps slightly taller than Charlie who I think is taller now herself.

Sir Pentious🐍🎩- Perhaps a more snake like head and his suit to be more gray to stand out from his body, perhaps a more steampunk aesthetic. Maybe he could also have a monocle for both his eye and his hat's eye. He could even have a steampunk prosthetic arm he made himself he lost when he was alive. Maybe a cobra bit him there and killed him. And lost it permanently even in Hell as punishment. Heard the designs r also to have something the demons don’t like.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always love the OG designs. But at the same time I also acknowledge there is legitimate critique for them and I’m glad Vivziepop and the crew understand that and are redesigning them💖 however they look, I’m sure we’ll love the new ones too. Charlie’s is pretty good.

What do you guys think the new looks will look like? I’d love to know💖

#hazbin hotel #Vivziepop #vaggie #angel dust #alastor #husk #cherri bomb #sir pentious #nifty #redesigns #character design #niffty

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YEAHHH LET'S GO THIS WOULD BE AMAZING

@littlespoongf mehar baby u have no idea what u have unleashed upon my brain by replying back to me😌💖 i'm on a high right now because i just wrote one of the best academic essays of my life and submitted it in time! so here's a mini essay for you💕

whatever's under the cut i blame on my high and endless ability to yearn for things that idk i'll ever have ahahaha okiee love youu

now i'm imagining what the picnic would look like if we actually went on one...

would it be near a lake because then the breeze would be wonderful and would make your hair fly making you look angelic or in a park somewhere where we could pet the cute doggos that stopped by our picnic and wish we, too had pets

would it be summer where the sun would make your skin glow all red cheeked and make me wanna take a million pictures but also not look away because i wouldn't wanna miss the beauty of it all or would it be spring where i could pick flowers and tuck them behind your ear and try to brain them into your hair and would my hair be long enough for you to braid them into mine

would we bring an actual picnic basket or pack things in cute tote bags because who even owns an actual picnic basket

would we sit on one of those cliché checkered picnic mats or bring a bedsheet/or whatever we find at home because it's desi as fuck

would you be dressed in pastel colours like i imagine, maybe a soft pink, light lavender or even a mint green and would you be wearing one of those cottagecore flowly flowery dresses with delicate gold accessories sparkling under the sun

or would you be in a solid coloured top, maybe black maybe white maybe baby blue and would you pair it with a checkered skirt or maybe a flowy skirt or maybe even leather and would you be in knee high socks or knee high combats that you’ve rbed before

would i be in a very bright coloured harry styles-esque shirt and would i be confident enough to follow in her footsteps with the tits out approach and would i prioritize comfort and pick out leggings instead of skinny jeans to pair with my very worn out combat boots

or would i try to match you and do a solid coloured top, maybe white or lavender and would i pair them with my blue baggy jeans and bright coloured sneakers and would i end up wearing socks that don’t match my outfit at all (and would you lightly tease me for it)

would we co-ordinate our outfits in advance or wear whatever we wanted to surprise the other and somehow still look like we match 

would we have actual food or would we treat ourselves to a selection of fruits and baked goodies instead

HEART-SHAPED STRAWBERRIES!!!! would we have plain as well as chocolate covered ones and would we try and feed each other and end up with melted chocolate fingers because of the heat in the air and would our tummies hurt from all the chocolate we consumed or just because of the laughter and butterflies 

would we go all pink cheeked and giggly from all that pink champagne because we have bad tolerance levels or at least i do and would i become a clingy emotional obnoxious loud mess as i try and tell everyone in the vicinity that i’m having the time of my life with the prettiest girl sitting right next to me

would we have freshly baked croissants and cinnamon rolls and would i make my home-baked vanilla cupcakes that will be frosted horribly but covered in heart shaped rainbow sprinkles 

to ease my guilt (cause desserts) would i bring a large selection of fresh fruits because i love them and  hope that maybe you do too

would we have cherries and would i have the courage to bring up the can you tie a cherry stem knot with your tongue thing as a way to flirt with you

would i specially cut heart shaped watermelon pieces to stick to the theme and give myself another excuse to be cheesy and extra

would we have mandarins instead of oranges just because and would i peel them to share with you, every teeny tiny slice and would i slowly be losing teeny tiny pieces of my heart to you as time goes by 

would we have grapes and blueberries and would we fail horribly at that throwing and catching the fruit in your mouth game but die of laughter because at how bad we actually are at both throwing and catching 

after all that would we still try to convince ourselves that our tummies hurt from the laughter and not the swarm of butterflies raising hell inside

i thought long and hard about how we’d spent the rest of our afternoon

would we bring along books to read or would we listen to each others’ music

would we do one of those artsy challenge thing from tiktok or would we declare ourselves bad at art and instead write each other cute little notes to share

would we lie down and talk about our lives or would we lie down in silence as we trace each others’ features softly with our eyes and hesitant fingertips

i’m unsure about a lot of things but the one thing i’m sure of is how much you, mehar, my love, love your sleep

so it doesn’t matter what we do or don’t do, regardless of what i have planned the one thing that i will plan into our day, would be taking a nap under the sun <3

and after our day is over....

would we lay in bed at the end of the day and hide our faces in our pillows or would we become so inseparable that we’d be on call still trying to calm the storm that the butterflies have been causing in our tummies

i hope you’ve enjoyed this. or maybe i went overboard. but i’m in such a yearn-y mood today and i needed an outlet. i hope i haven’t overstepped and somewhere somehow you had as much fun on our little picnic as i did while writing this <3 also i’m so nervous to send this to you but i’m gonna do it anyway because i just have a feeling deep down that you might not hate it as much as i think you will... anyways i love you and i hope you feel as wonderful you are whatever the day or time it may be :)

#i'm shaking #but i hope you like it #becuz i'm really fucking terrfied #i'm really bad with words #but idk #today i was in my feels #also i wish i could've written it by hand for you cause i know you like hand-written stuff #but i'm so tired from typing all day ahahahaa #maybe some other day🥰 #meharr<3 #ok bye ily💖

[notcruel-archive]

development anon // how would you describe maddy’s style? has it changed over the years? will it continue to change? what brands of makeup does she use, perfume, etc! give us the deets!!

BUCKLE IN YALL 

The way I would describe Maddy’s style now is streetwear provocateur. She loves being able to push the envelope of what she can get away with and I’ll go into why that is in a bit. 

Her style definitely has changed and not just in what colors she wears which is something Heidi mentions a lot because she uses color to convey emotion on the show but it has also changed because of her views on what she should be. To begin we see Maddy when she is younger, she still wears bright colors, nails are always done because it is a way to connect to her mom (her mom still does her nails and it’s their quality time together). Maddy also was the young girl who was used to wearing beautiful gowns, crowns and  satin sashes. As years passed those crows were replaced with slicked down baby hair, cute berets, and accordion headbands. Beautiful gowns have been replaced with shocking outfits that are glittery, dresses that have patterns and faux furs that show that she aspires to give the illusion of luxury. Satin sashes are now replaced with multiple gold chains, tiny purses, or silk backpacks. 

As she was younger we see Maddy in lots of blues, purples, pinks and pastels before she loses pageants. In the latest scene we see a black shirt and red pants showing how she has changed a bit from being the sweet girl who would smile as she got a crown placed on her head to someone that is angry and would take her anger out on a “fucking racist” (for my comment on that check here). When we are first introduced to Maddy not only do we see that she has softened because “Nate totally ruined [her] confidence” but we see her back in romantic pinks that almost blend her into her bedroom walls. In later flashback scenes we see her in patterned dresses while talking home with Nate, and even more patterned dresses when she is getting into her locker to get her daily bouquet of flowers. The cherries on her outfits along with the flowers, a play on the facade of innocence she let Nate believe in. 

Speaking of the innocence that she gives off, you can see how Nate projects that onto her so she’s willing to conform to it during their first time. The frills, ribbons, and bows along with the cross on her neck show that innocence but when Nate gets her another babydoll lingerie set she says “ew” meaning that wasn’t her and it wasn’t what she wanted to portray. It’s another clear indicator of the fact that Maddy is conscious of the fact that what she wears is practically a costume. That idea that things are a costume also goes for how Maddy’s demeanor also changes as soon as she is in “workout” gear whether it’s her louis outfit for practice, her shorts while she is running around the track or her cheerleading uniform that transforms her into East Highland’s head bitch. You can see from the gifs just how much her face becomes more tense showing that she thinks she is in charge and takes that seriously. 

Maddy’s choices of clothing are very deliberate not only by Euphoria costume designer Heidi Bivens but also by Maddy. Maddy puts on her makeup as her armor (Fenty, Charlotte Tilbury, Dior, Armani foundation, smashbox  huda beauty naked colourpop and morphe eyeshadows). We can see that that  armor fades  a bit and her emotional state is shown when Nate isn’t there. It’s not that she is wearing her makeup for him but during her saddened emotional states she doesn’t even find it in herself to put on her classic winged eyeliner. It’s yet another look at her mental state, also whenever we see Maddy being emotional there is an almost effortless makeup less look to her (ex. When she is talking to Jules at the bowling alley you can see that even her lip liner has faded a bit despite how she had just applied it before getting to the bowling alley while calling Nate and Cassie). 

In terms of scents Maddy isn’t one to have just one scent. Her scents rotate according to the seasons just like her clothes always staying in fashion. Floral scents for spring (groundbreaking), Citrus scents for summer, and Woodsy more bergamot scents in the fall. As for winter she goes for more fruit scented smells. They’re always a perfume because bathing in body mist was more for middle school. 

Just as Maddy's fashion has changed from pastels to darker to show anger, we see it again this season. Heidi has pointed out that this season Maddy will be in more black and darker colors not just because this season is darker but it will showcase Maddy’s mental state. She’s going through her own type of mourning. She’s mourning the innocence she did lose with the drama with Nate, she’s mourning the relationship she was prepared to always have, she’s going through a self-discovery where she thinks she deserves darkness in general. Maddy also will be wearing less over the top makeup to show more vulnerability and the softer side of herself that we possibly wouldn’t have expected last season. 

This change is something that will always happen for Maddy. As someone who speaks through fashion and her outward appearance she will always evolve, always push the envelope. Maddy’s fashion sense is her way of rebelling against what has happened to her in life. Now it’s not so much of a push back to society as a whole but also to Nate who asked her why she was dressed like a hooker. Every risky outfit is now a fuck you to that idea she should conform or that she is someone that can be easily controlled even when intimidated. 

#♡ the universe is out here giving zero fucks → headcanons #v: living for the thrill #homework #♡ bitch you better be joking → analysis

[defrostedwang]

I’ve been on a strange kick of watching slime videos lately, and last night I dreamt of a shop that sold Resident Evil slimes. So I’m going to personify my favorite Resident Evil characters as slimes, and if you don’t like it, you can go eat some glue (and then some borax and perhaps add-ins) because this is happening.

Jill Valentine - a clear slime with dark blue and light blue slushee beads, scented like the ocean.

Chris Redfield - A dark brown butter slime with a strong scent of black coffee.

Rebecca Chambers - a lime green icee slime scented green apple.

Leon Kennedy - a light brown butter slime scented like espresso and fresh-baked cookies.

Claire Redfield - a red butter slime scented like chocolate covered strawberries.

Ada Wong - a wine red clear slime with gold glitters scented like those chocolate covered cherries (think Queen Anne’s).

Sherry Birkin - a clear blue slime absolutely LOADED with silver glitter, scented like blueberry pie.

Alex Wesker - a clear slime with metallic purple pigment scented mulled wine.

Carlos Oliveira (love this guy) - a light blue butter slime scented like cupcakes with round fake sprinkles in pastel colors.

Tyrell Patrick - a dark green slime scented like thyme.

Ashley Graham - a thick, cream-colored slime with red fake sprinkles that’s scented like cheesecake.

Y’all help me with more ideas!!!!!

#slime #stims #resident evil #Jill valentine #chris redfield #Rebecca chambers #leon kennedy #leon S. Kennedy #claire redfield #ada wong #sherry birkin #alex wesker #carlos oliveira #tyrell patrick #ashley graham #re #resi #Don't muck this up with ship stuff #Foop has a guilty pleasure

[sodalitefully]

Ok Duff and Slash fooling around in women's clothes and make-up (before gnr themselves were that into the glam clothes) and being unbelievably turned on bc let's face it, they look great in them (I meant this as a request but if you're not taking them, just tell me your thoughts on this cus I'm dying to talk abt this idea w someone😂)

How could I turn down a request like that? 😉

[a bit of smut ahead! and some extra brainstorming about fashion at the end]

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“Yeah, sure.”

Duff gaped.  Not in a million years did he think Slash would actually say yes.  

“You... You will?  Are you sure?”

“Yeah... I’ll do it if you do.”

Oh. Duff flushed pink.  So he wasn’t the only one who’d been inspired by that conversation a week ago... The one about makeup and women’s clothes – just for gigs, of course, like those glam rockers do.  But it got Duff thinking, even though they agreed that dressing like chicks onstage wasn’t really their style, maybe they could still experiment a little in private.  For days, he couldn’t get the idea of Slash in lipstick and a skirt out of his head, and it seemed like Slash might have been stuck on a similar fantasy as well.  

So they took a few days to round up as much women’s clothing and makeup as they could (through questionably legal means, but it had to be done), then pooled their spoils and began the much more complicated task of figuring out how to put together outfits.

They decided to choose each other’s looks: For Duff, Slash picked out a flowy sundress that was almost indecently short on the tall bassist.  He added a shitton of silver necklaces and bracelets, and was meticulous and steady-handed as he did his best to apply Duff’s makeup.  The only pair of women’s shoes they could find in his size was a pair of bright red heeled sandals, so Slash chose a lipstick to match and painted Duff’s nails black.  

While they had the supplies out, Duff helped Slash with his makeup (dark eyeliner and a glossy lip) and painted his nails blue.  Slash modeled several items for Duff – a high waisted skirt, a ruffly gold top... He looked amazing in anything, and Duff drew out settling on the perfect outfit in order to spend more time watching him pose.  Slash was happy to indulge him, he was enjoying Duff’s eyes on him – not to mention his own view of Duff’s incredibly long legs in that dress.  

Eventually, Duff couldn’t take it anymore: Slash was wearing a pair of little leather shorts over fishnet tights with a bikini top and gloves that reached his biceps when Duff finally walked him backwards to the bed, towering over Slash in his heels.  When the back of Slash’s knees hit the mattress, he wrapped his gloved arms around Duff’s bare shoulders and dragged him down with him as he fell onto the bed.  

Duff disentangled himself enough to kneel between Slash’s legs, leaning forward to plant his hands next to Slash’s shoulders and take in the view of Slash laid out below him.  Slash responded by wrapping his legs around Duff’s waist and pulling him closer, his fishnets imprinting diamond scales onto Duff’s exposed thighs. Being admired was nice and all, but Duff wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself for a second longer.  

Duff got the hint and bent down to kiss Slash, their lipstick shades smearing together.  Slash tried to chase him when he pulled away, but Duff buried a hand in his curls, holding him in place while he made his way lower, scattering sticky red kisses and teasing touches across Slash’s torso, making him arch his back in pleasure.  

The final kiss left a red stain on black leather right over Slash’s cock.  Slash squirmed, his voice beseeching as he encouraged Duff to keep going.  Duff unzipped his shorts and simply tore the cheap tights to free his cock, too impatient to take everything off.  Slash gasped appreciatively at the unexpected aggression, but before he could say a word Duff’s lips were wrapped around his head, tongue swirling as he gradually took Slash deeper.  

Slash’s satin fingers carded roughly through Duff’s hair as he moaned, and Duff groped Slash’s ass while he buried his cock in his throat, sinking his fingers into smooth leather and urging Slash to thrust into him. After so much foreplay, it wasn't long before Slash was on the edge, his eyes fluttering shut and skin shining with sweat as Duff picked up the pace, eagerly bobbing his head even while Slash spilled down his throat with a loud, drawn-out moan.

Slash was still panting when Duff crawled up to straddle his hips and bent down for a kiss that tasted like cum and cherry lip gloss.  He took a moment to catch his breath and admire Duff, who looked down at him with his lipstick destroyed and his hair a disheveled mess. Slash stroked his palms up and down Duff’s thighs, inching higher and higher until they slipped under his skirts and brushed against the edge of his lace panties. Duff was desperate to finally be touched, he whined when Slash's fingers lightly grazed his cock and lifted his hips to grind into Slash's hand.  "Slash, please."  

Slash would have been just as happy to continue watching Duff try to hump his palm, but he couldn't deny his lover anything so obligingly he pushed back his skirt, tugged the sheer black lace out of the way and very gently stroked Duff's length with his satin-gloved hands.

Duff gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of soft, silky fabric, holding as still as he could under Slash’s caress so that the friction wouldn't become too much.  Slash didn't tease him for long, after a moment he bit down on the tip of his glove, tugging it loose with his teeth before peeling them both off and finally giving Duff the rough handjob he'd been pleading for.

Slash knew how to treat Duff the way he liked, with firm strokes and callused fingers that drove him wild.  Before long, Duff was trembling and moaning with every thrust.  “Are you close? Lay back, I want to suck you.” Slash wiggled out from underneath Duff and helped tug off his panties and toss them aside. 

Duff leaned back on his arms, his long legs folded back and splayed wide with his heels digging into the bedspread. His skirt was still gathered around his waist, leaving him completely exposed.  The scene put a lusty grin on Slash’s face, and he maintained eye contact with Duff as he licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before finally ducking his head and swallowing him down.  

Duff came watching Slash’s ass in skin-tight leather shorts, bouncing in time with each bob of his head as his damp curls clung to his arched back.  Slash licked him clean before letting him up, moving aside and laying on his belly with his chin in his hands and his fishnetted ankles crossed above him as he watched Duff slowly stretch out his stiff legs and start undoing the straps on his heels.

“You look fucking amazing, you know,” Slash informed him with a smile.  Even in a dress, even with his makeup smeared to hell and a bit of hair stuck to his lips, and especially when he was relaxed and freshly fucked, Slash would always find Duff maddeningly attractive.  

Duff blushed at the praise.  “So do you,” he responded, trailing his eyes appreciatively up and down Slash’s prone body.  

“I could probably get my hands on some more clothes next week.  Maybe lingerie, definitely makeup.  Y’know, if you think you wanna try this again sometime...”

Duff laughed, both eager and flustered at the prospect.  “I think I’d have to be crazy to pass up a chance to see you in lingerie.”

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I feel like they would probably end up in kind of mismatched eclectic outfits considering how they end up dressing in their glam phase, not to mention they were scavenging for clothes in the first place lol.  But oh my god, the possibilities are endless... 

Duff in leggings and maybe a crop top or bandeau, or a jumpsuit oh my god like the kind with the flared legs?  If only they could find one long enough lmao.  Heeled boots would be killer, maybe gloves for those slender hands of his, maybe a pretty scarf.  They could try curling his hair lol and I think he could definitely pull of glitter makeup.  I feel like overall he would straddle the line between pretty and glamorous, with a little badass mostly from his shoes.

Slash I think would be pretty rocker chic and maybe also a little bit hippie-ish?  A skater skirt would be cool, and denim short-shorts, bikini tops or cropped band tees, platform shoes.  Idk why but I really wanna stick stuff in his hair, like flowers or glitter or whatever!  But also, I’d love to see him in some cute stuff; over sized sweaters, pastels, heart-shaped sunglasses... 

PLEASE feel free to tell me what you’re imagining for this idea!! I absolutely want to hear your thoughts, I agree this needs to be talked about 💕

#reply #wow it's been a million years since i posted anything remotely smutty #hope you enjoy! I just kinda went for it so hopefully it's not a mess 😅 #sodafics #slash #saul hudson #duff mckagan #sluff #guns n roses #gnr #gotta post before i overthink this too much

[narniadreams]

very many tags that i’m sure nobody cares about (with songs and a quiz and facts about me if ur curious) 

tagged by the ever so lovely @trumpkinhotboy​

drop three completely different bands/artists u listen to

Super Junior (kpop)

Regina Spektor (anti-folk)

Flairck (dutch acoustic)

Stumbled upon this and decided to make it a tag game ! (this is so very accurate like how do quizzes know this !?) The socially awkward brains of the team // Socialization doesn't come easy to you. You might struggle to be heard or seen by the ones around you so you prefer to avoid it all together, as frustrating as it can be sometimes. For that reason you might be selective with the people you blend with, and at times it might seem that nobody will truly understand you. But when you find those who resonate with you, you're an extremely kind and loyal friend. Most importantly, you're smart, and people always value that about you. They will constantly rely on you, ask for your guidance and advice, and you're happy to provide it. You like being the reliable friend. You don't get crushes easily, but when you do you don't really know how to handle them. They feel overwhelming and like a waste of time. There's no way they like me back, is it? What if I ruin it? What if I'm reading way too much into it? Remember to relax enjoy the feeling once in a while, chances are that your crush sees that intelligent and kindhearted person everyone else seen in you as well

list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing.

i haven’t been in love since the last 10 years and sometimes i am afraid that i will never fall in love with anyone ever again.

there was a period in my life where i really hated reading books. before, i loved reading, but when i was around 8 i started to dislike it, and i only ever read comic books or magazines or very short/easy books. when i got into my last two years of highschool (15/16 age-wise) we had to read 5 books each year, so i was forced to read. i kind of started to love it again and i read a lot of books easily. since then, i never hated reading books again hahaha.

i’m going to study in south-korea next month, so i won’t be able to go to my violin classes. it’s the first break i have ever taken since i started playing violin in 2007. 

when i really love a piece of media, i often remember quotes from it, and in a period of obsession, i will keep saying that quote over and over again for no reason. a while back i replayed heavy rain and i kept walking around saying: ‘’oh shit jack, ain’t nothing to it, just a little bit of self defense. page one of the police manual, kill or be killed.’’ at random moments. 

that being said, i love video games !! i’ve sometimes got surprised responses to that because people say i ‘don’t look like a gamer-girl’ whatever that’s supposed to mean????? just two days ago i started playing days gone and it’s been very stressful so far hahaha.

I saw one on the mcr side of my dash where you put a song title for every little of your url and I thought it would be fun

N - nella fantasia - il divo

A - angels - owl city

R - rockin’ the suburbs - ben folds

N - no other - super junior

I - idea - akmu

A - a case of you - joni mitchell

D - dream girl - shinee

R - resta qui - andrea bocelli

E - einstein’s idea - johnny flynn

A - après moi - regina spektor

M - mayday - victon

S - she - jannabi

RULES: post your top five favourite comfort characters

Samual Drake (Uncharted)

Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Nagisa Hazuki (Free! Iwatobi Swimclub)

Hideyoshi Nagachika (Tokyo Ghoul)

Warren Graham (Life Is Strange)

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earphones or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moon light // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // wind chimes or dreamcatchers // chocolate or sour candy // deodrant or perfume // drive-in movie theatre or the cinema // pastel colours or neutral/earth tones // butterflies or honeybees // lemonade or iced tea // past or future // constellations or aurora borealis

cloud watching or stargazing // cherries or strawberries // messy room or tidy room // cooking or baking // blue pen or black pen // poetry or prose // loose clothes or fitted clothes // bookmark or dog-ear // orange or yellow // chocolate or red velvet // rings or necklaces // netflix or cinema // monsoon or autumn // late nights or early mornings // road trips or train/flight // candles or fairy lights // music streaming or record player // blinds or curtains // picnic date or carnival date // piano or violin // ice cream or frozen yogurt // museums or libraries // pancakes or waffles // cookies or brownies // moon or stars

there are more tags that i still have to do but this is it for now lol !! i tag anyone who reads this, no taking back >:)

#please click the song links if u want to listen to sum gud music :D #and please do whichever tag you want to do !! #another time i will do all the tags involving photos and such haha... someday... #(sorry i am so late) #about me

[lovemesomesurveys]

THE BASICS

Name: Stephanie. Gender: Female. Age: 31. Birthday: July 28th.

Race: Caucasian, Mexican, Filipino. School/Grade: I’m done with school. Job: Unemployed. Status: Single. Hometown: Somewhere in California. Current Town: Same place. Parents Still Together?: Yes. Siblings Two brothers. Pets: One doggo named Princess Leia.  Smoker: Nope. Drinker: Nope. Virgin: Yes. Orientation: Straight.

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Naturally dark brown. Is It Dyed?: I’ve been dyeing it red the past 5 years. I’m way overdue now, though, so a lot of my natural hair color is showing. Eye Color: Brown. Height: Like 5′4. Style: Super casual. Glasses/Contacts/None?: Glasses. Freckles: Yes. Body Type: Thin. Shoe Size: 6 in US women’s.  Piercings: Just my earlobes.  Want More?: Nah. Tattoos?: No. Want More?: -- Braces?: No. Overall Best Feature: Nothing. Overall Worst Feature: Everything. Do you get most of your traits from mom or dad?: I’m told I look like my mom, but I do have distinct features of my dad’s. 

LIKES/DISLIKES

Favorite Color: Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, yellow. Worst Color: Brown. Favorite Number: 8. Favorite Animal: Doggos and giraffes. Least Favorite Animal: I’m terrified of killer whales. Favorite Flower: I don’t really have one. Favorite Food: Boneless wings, chicken tenders, ramen, pasta, eggs, turkey or bologna sandwiches, pizza. Worst Food: Seafood. Favorite Junk Food: Chips and dip. Worst Junk Food: Uhh. Favorite Restaraunt: Wingstop. Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, birthday cake. Favorite Candy: White chocolate. Favorite Alcoholic Drink: None. Favorite NON Alcoholic Drink: Coffee, Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink, Coke, Cherry Coke, Wild Cherry Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew, Chocolate and strawberry Yoo-Hoo. Worst Alcoholic Drink: All of ‘em. Worst NON Alcoholic Drink: I’m not a fan of sparkling water or Ginger Ale. Favorite Genre of Music: I like variety. Worst Genre: Hmm. Favorite Band/Artist: I have several. Worst Band/Artist: Uhh. Favorite Song: I have many. Worst Song: There’s a lot I don’t like as well. Favorite Radio Station: I dont listen to the radio anymore. Favorite Book: I couldn’t possibly choose just one. Worst Book: Fifty Shades of Gray series. :X Favorite Type of Movie: I like variety. Worst Type of Movie I don’t find ones like Step Brothers, The Hangover, Pineapple Express, etc funny or entertaining.  Favorite Movie: I have many. Worst Movie Ever: Ones where I feel confused or unsatisfied with the ending, like too much was left unanswered.  Favorite TV Show: I have many. Wost TV Show?: I don’t get the appeal of ones like The Big Bang Theory or 2 Broke Girls. Newer sitcoms seem to be getting worse. Favorite Season of the Year: Fall and winter. Worst Season: S u m m e r. Best Friend: My mom. Worst Enemy: Myself. Favorite Day of the Week: I don’t have one; my days all loop together. Least Favorite Day of the Week: Okay, I do have a least favorite, which is Thursday, because I have a weekly doctor appointment that day. Especially now because things are going well, so that day just really sucks. Favorite Sport: None. Sport You Hate: Not a fan of any sport. One thing you cant get enough of: Sleep. One thing you hate more than anything: My current situation.

LOVE LIFE

Are You Single?: Very. If not, who is your bf/gf?: -- How Long Have You Been Together?: -- Do You Have a Crush On Anyone Right Now?: Nope. First Kiss: My boyfriend at the time, Derek. Ever Kiss in the Rain?: No. In a Movie Theater?: No. Underwater?: No. First Love: Joseph. Have you ever Cheated on Anyone?: No. Been Cheated on?: No. Used Someone?: Yes. :/ Been used?: Yes. Lied to your bf/gf?: Yes. Ever Made out With Just a Friend?: Yes. Do you Flirt a Lot?: No, definitely not. Longest Relationship: Joseph and I’s 3 year thing we had. Shortest: A few months. Have you Ever Gotten a Poem?: Yes. Ever Get Flowers?: Not from a significant other or romantic interest, no. Do you Believe in Love at First Sight?: No. Do you Believe in "The One"?: I thought I found him, but I guess not. Do you Fall in Love Fast?: I did fall fast. It’s been a few years now since I’ve been interested in or had feelings like that or someone and I wonder if I’d still be like that or not. Ever cried over someone of the opposite sex?: Too many times. Ever Been Dumped?: Yes. Ever dumped someone?: Yes. Ever been rejected?: Yes. Ever dated someone more than once?: Yes. Do you ever make the first move? I’m not one to make the first move. Double dates or single?: Double dates can be fun now and then as well. Do you want to get married?: No. Hair Color: My preference for a guy’s hair color? I don’t care. Short or long?: Short. Eye color?: I don’t care. Style: Jeans and tee are fine with me. Oh, and plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Age: Around my age, but not younger. Height: Well, just about everyone is taller than me. Muscular or skinny?: Some muscle. Boxers or Breifs?: I don’t really care. Do you care about looks?: I can’t say I don’t at all, but there’s a lot more to it than that.

OTHER QUESTIONS

Can you drive?: Nope. Do you have a car?: No, cause I don’t drive. Do you have a cell phone?: Yes. Are you online a lot?: Yeppp. Can you speak another language?: Not fluently, but some Spanish. Do you do well in school?: I did, yeah. Do you collect anything?: Giraffe stuffed animals and knickknacks. Have an obsession?: Coffee? Do you hate yourself?: :/ Ever smile for no reason?: There’s generally a reason.  Talk to yourself?: I think out loud. Do you have any regrets?: Yeah, a few. :/ Believe in magick?: No. Sex before marriage?: Do what you what you feel comfortable with. Do you trust people easily?: No. Forgive easily?: Yes. Too easily sometimes. Do you have a secret no one knows?: Maybe. Do you get along with your parents?: Yes. My mom and I, especially. She’s my best friend. What about other people?: Yeah. How do you vent your anger?: Cry, ramble in a survey or on Twitter to the void. Goal Before you die?: Hopefully get my shit together and make something of my life. Biggest Fear: Losing my loved ones, getting worse health wise, never getting my shit together and making something of my life... Beggest Weakness: I’ve just become so weak in every way these past few years. Do you play an instrument?: No. What do you want to be when you grow up?: I am “grown up” and still have no idea.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Are you...

A daydreamer? Shy? Talkative? Energetic? Happy? Depressed? Funny? Boring? Mean? Nice? Caring? Trustworthy? Confident? Friendly? Smart? Sarcastic? Dependable? Quiet? Weird? Strong (emotionally)? Strong (physically)? Mature? Logical? Religious? Indesicive? Sympathetic? Polite? Creative? Fun to be around? Loveable? Easily Amused? Outgoing? Daring? Clumsy? Nosy? Lazy? Scary? Optimistic? Persuasive? A good listener? Curious? Determined? Artistic? Honest? Respectful? Concieted? Cocky? Controlling? Playful? Hot Headed? Serious? Thoughtful? Considerate? Stubborn? Romantic? Ambitious? Jealous? Insecure? Obsessive? Attentive? Helpful? Punctual? Sincere? Tolerant?

GOODBYE

Did you enjoy this survey?: It was okay. Was it too long? Nah. Do you think it contained just about everything? Sure.

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Part two of short story, please read the first bit if you read this. Sorry that read more won't work.

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Cold drinks

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Fake pink lemonade

From the cheap waxy packets

That come in cardboard

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Ice cubes splashing, pop

I startle, chair clattering back

Cold pink splattering

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The glass in fragments

Where the sunlight falls on shards

Suddenly alive

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I sweep them away

Just in case; Watched them tumble

Into my neon box

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Pictures

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We soak up starlight

Thinking our own little things

Last sun of summer

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Red and orange sky

Bubblegum into clouds

Before night’s cool shroud

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Will blanket the light

Till only pinpoints shine through

But for now we stand

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The camera flashes

Snug within my brother’s hands

As he captures time

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Pool party

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The second summer

Starts with chlorinated blue

And sweet barbecue

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Her skin is darker

From sunny all year travels

Now bridged with freckles

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The winter pale sticks

Even now it clings to my face

We don't really care

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I miss last year's floats

And sweet snow cone concoctions

Summer feels so good

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Playground

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Bright red six foot slides

Brother climbing up and up

Big rope spider webs

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The white truck's jingle

Harolding neon popsicles

Frosty ice cream bars

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The smell of old mulch

And lingering summer rain

New pine wood benches

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We draw side by side

Pastel dollar store notebooks

Covered in graphite

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Summer fair

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Blue cotton candy

Stuck within her copper hair

On her dyed blue lips

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Hot elephant ears

The size of her laughing face

My creeper shirt damp

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The sun presses soon

On the windows of the wheel

I still don’t like heights

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But to see her look

Face pressed to the sticky glass

With such open eyes

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Boating

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We might be part fish

Always longing for swimming

Should this surprise me

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That we found water

Boats in an amusement park

Real bumper boats

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Seems like an extra

Absolutely terrible

Horrific idea

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We give it a go

Til we’re completely soaked

Wonderfully worth it

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Night swimming

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It's the dead of night

Warm steam drifting off the pool

My hair tied in back

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The pool light is soft

Robing the tiles in flame

Bright but not burning

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We slip into it

Into water's down caress

Waves sparkling bright

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Summer wardrobe

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Pale linen sundress

Pastel fabric flower crown

Brown eyes lined with gold

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Black cotton crop top

Glittering hot pink flip flops

Hair electric blue

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We both dress different

She is warm with toasted skin

I’m some midnight ghost

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We both love lemons

I’m still flustered when she’s near

I still adore her

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Ice cream parlor

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Blue raspberry, grape

With whipped cream and a cherry

Sweet syrup soda

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She eats red sorbet

A cookie dough waffle cone

And a large milkshake

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I’ve learned to shrug

At how much sugar she eats

Somehow still a stick

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Soggy plastic straws

Sun shining through the window

As her gaze holds mine

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Lazy river

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Drifting in circles

Bit too slender for the floats

The current flows

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We bump one another

With the grace of cicadas

So basically none

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The water feels good

As it swirls around my legs

Though my arms are sore

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We manage escape

Into the warmth of her towel

A kid had soaked mine

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Hammock nap

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Swinging back and forth

Under the cool dark shade of

Magnolia trees

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The light dances through

All the shades of waxy green

And onto her skin

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I love the feel

Of big white velvet blossoms

Brown tinged on the ground

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The weight pulls us close

Almost touching, but not quite

Just a bit too small

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Sleeping in

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I want to sleep more

Nap throughout eternity

Drown the sun in ink

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But she wakes me up

With her mom’s strawberry cake

I have to smile

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Because she looks cute

Buried in a stolen hoodie

Of cute lil skulls

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The bright of the sun

Scalds me awake but soothes sweet

When shining though braids

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Stargazing

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Vast, blue, beautiful

A rising strawberry moon

We lie beneath it

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She points out Venus

Who birthed the romantic rose

Through her mourning

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Not quite so certain

She wants romance born of death

Rather something sweet

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She doesn’t know much

When it comes to such mythology

So she offers snacks