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tendebill · 10 months

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drew the ow strike team as paladins of voltron, because i am normal about them :]

(2 other versions and a fucking essay below the cut!)

ok so im gonna give my reasoning for each of them

Reinhardt - the easierst to pick, the Yellow Lion is the most tank-like (besides the Black Lion, but thats cuz Black is the head + torso), also i think the legs of voltron are supposed to be the "pillars" that allow the team to work well, without them the whole thing crumbles (literally). from what i recall from the actual show, the Yellow Paladin is protective and loyal. Rein was the easiest to match up tbh (plus even the color fits lol)

Torbjörn - not my favourite choice, but tbh i dont think any other lion fits him? besides maybe Yellow, but Rein was too perfect so i couldnt give Torb that one. anyway, the Green Lion is the left hand. i consider the legs to be the "pillars" holding up the team, whereas the arms are the actual damage-dealers/the ones that act on what the leader commands. and as Torb is a dps, that fits just fine. hes not quite a leader, so being the left hand instead of the right is good. plus the Green Lion is inquisitive and curious, and since Torb is a genius, that fits just fine too. i thought he would look weird with green, since i associate him with red-orange-yellow the most, but he looks kinda nice

Ana - i was originally gonna make her blue from the get-go, but i thought it'd be silly to make the remaining three switch lions a bunch, so i can get an excuse to draw Gabe and Jack in multiple suits lmao. but Ana starts out as red, the right hand of Voltron, described as the most temperamental and aggressive. it requires a paladin that can keep up with it and works on instinct most of the time. i feel like Ana would have to BECOME the motherly figure for her team, instead of being one from the start. with that i think she would have been a more "lone wolf" type at first, only later on becoming more mindful of her teammates and how much they need her, which would lead to her becoming the paladin of the Blue Lion - a pillar that keeps the team going along with Rein, a vital part, but no longer in a leadership position. i've seen the Blue Lion described as a "free spirit" too, which i think is also perfect for her :3

Jack - for him i had three options, all of which fit him well: blue, red and black. and instead of picking one, i decided he was going to have three different lions :))) for shits and giggles. so he starts out as blue, a free spirit, very versitile (from what i gathered, the Blue Lion doesn't have a specific "thing" it specilizes in, but instead does a little bit of everything, kinda like Jack). i imagine Jack was the middle-man, an integral part of team-building. he would have been the one to push everyone to work together and follow Gabe's lead, but he was content being on the sidelines most of the time. eventually he takes up more responsibility, sees that he's vital for the team and that he can do more working side by side with Gabe, and so he becomes the paladin of the Red Lion, Gabe's right hand man. then he of course slowly grows to be the actual leader, as Gabe's approach changes and he slowly abandons his original role, passing the command over to Jack. and so Jack's last lion is the Black Lion. also i feel like all three lions fit Jack's color scheme pretty well, so that's another win for me hah

Gabe - since he was the original Strike Commander, i thought it only natural that he would be the first to pilot the Black Lion. the pilot needs to be decisive, stay cool in the face of danger and be someone whose men will follow him into battle with no hesitation - all traits that i see Gabriel would have had to have during the first Omnic Crisis. like i mentioned before, Jack eventually becomes his second in command, and then slowly their roles start to shift. Gabe is no longer content in making decisions for the whole team, he probably also becomes more violent and reckless, relying on Jack to keep him in check. he loses his connection with the Black Lion and becomes the paladin of the Red Lion, Jack's right hand man. the traits of Red fit him well too - aggressive, relies on instinct, temperamental, plus i imagine Gabe is the type to want to get things done as quickly as possible, no matter the risk, to save more people faster. plus, again, the colors match up yaaaay!

fun fact: i never finished watching voltron ^^

also i am truthing anahardt and reaper76 as we speak

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socksandbuttons · 6 months

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Do you think they make Blood Moon break Solar so they can give him a new body with a different and original design?

I mean, I don't think they'd need to given its already an original design/color scheme they got for themselves. (It matches with Sun and Moon's thumbnails etc) However if they could figure out how to give him a tshirt. Honestly thats be enough lol. But for Bloodmoon breaking Solar... Likely but also ALSO Solar going 'w...whats with the doll'

BM: 'ITS OUR TOOL!!' ' Solar: ....*are u being manipulated again*' BM:'NO!!! STOP SAYING THAT' Tails: 'dont listen to him he broke his word' BM: YEAH YOU BROKE UR WORD!' Solar: 'cause- cause u're out here trying to- jesus... a doll??

In which solar keeps that weird smartness and goes 'hmnn im a seeing a pattern here'. also wonder if theyre gonna use Moon/Lunars absence as an excuse for like plot or just continue with their usual plan

#lunar going missing and im like 'ah okay va is sick' but also did bloodmoon take him. again.#lunar: im getting real sick of this actuall #bm: WE JUSTWANT... THE OTHER ECLIPSE #lunar:..... which one we have like three.#bm:rrrgGGHHH THE ONE WHO HELPED US #lunar: thats not helping #bm: WHAT WAS HIS NEW NAME #lunar: ssssolar??#sun and moon show #i forgot the question halfway thru again its fine

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florestmoon · 2 years

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Heyooo could i request a part to of the Frank fluff fic? Where he passes the test and they go on a date? <33

yess ofc ! Thank you for giving me an excuse to write more soft Frank <3 i didn’t realize how much I was writing till the end so sorry for the random cut off . I felt like I overdid it lol , Enjoy!

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All that confidence you held that night in Frank’s room— teasing him during your study session with the idea of a date— was ripped away from you the moment he slammed a piece of paper on the table you occupied during lunch. The piece of sandwich nearly dropping onto your tray as the big red 80% written in the corner stared back at you. Neat hand writing making out a “Great Job !” , mocking you while Frank simply leaned down in front of you with a satisfied smirk.

“Be ready by 6” He states, the lingering amusement of his voice is all your left with as he grabs the paper and walks away— the rest of the busy lunch room falling deaf to your ears.

Okay, maybe you were all talk. It’s not like you didn’t expect or want Frank to pass his test, you even stayed up all night just to make sure he got some extra work done in case he fell below the necessary mark. However the reality of the promise finally hit you once it dawned that you were going on a date with Frank Morrison.

So now you stood in front of your mirror, fighting back the urge to throw everything you were wearing on top of the growing pile of clothes on your bedroom floor, and stomp back in your closet in hopes that the perfect outfit will magically appear. One quick glance at the clock on your dresser prevented you from so. 5:50

Your fingers pull at the ends of your clothing, a silly attempt to make yourself seem presentable. You weren’t sure why you’re worried, you and Frank hung out multiple times in the years you’ve known each other. Whether it be in the comfort of your own rooms or him following you around the mall like a lost puppy.

But this was different. The word “date” was attached to this, along with your need to suddenly care about the way your hair looked — the hairstyle was not sitting the way you wanted. Maybe you’ll have enough time to try something else, even grab a jacket that would match the color scheme of your outfit better. It seemed to be colder tonight. Or maybe you could switch the whole outfit-

Flashlights boring through your curtains—painting your room for a second cut your thoughts short. The sound of an engine being cut off outside your home strikes you with nervousness. Heart pounding as you grab your bag and hurry out of your home before your parents could question you even more. Frank was just getting out of his beaten down truck as you closed the distance from your front door to him. His feet betraying him when he stumbled on his way to circling the front of the truck to the passenger door.

The small mistake easing the pit in your stomach. It seemed all that smugness he held this afternoon at school had disappeared.

A shy smile making its way on your face as you take in his appearance. He wore his signature leather jacket, but instead of his grey zip up; he wore a black turtle neck along with black jeans. It was small changes but it was a different look than you were use to, despite the small displeasure of his neck tattoos being covered.

“You look handsome.” You state lightly, watching him pull open the passenger door. He made sure to grab your hand as he helped you onto the truck and in your seat.

“Thanks. You look really good yourself” He pauses before stammering, “I mean you always do , but tonight , you just look..great. Amazing-”

He grimaced at the sound of his stuttering. A blush burning his cheeks as he slammed the door harder than he meant to. Your shoulders relaxed while watching him make his way to the driver seat. You couldn’t help but feel better knowing you weren’t the only who was dealing with the same nerves.

The fact allowed you to ease back into the car seat once you placed the seatbelt in place. All your worries disappearing once Frank started the truck and drove off. It was silent the first few minutes. Frank’s hands gripping the steering wheel as he tapped his fingers along the leather.

He wanted to say something. Anything but any teasing comment went dry in his throat whenever he glanced your way. You really did look good. Not to say that he hasn’t admire your beauty before—he definitely has there’s no denying that — but your hair was styled in a way that framed your face perfectly. Your outfit hugged your body perfectly and goddamit-he really wished he would have spend more moments outside the car for an excuse to keep admiring you.

Finally, your eyes tore away from the scenery outside to the cassette tapes he had lying on top of the dashboard. The need to put an end to the silence prompted you to reach forward and grab a random one, yet the cover had you hesitating as you blinked down at the familiar picture.

“Hey!” You gasped holding the plastic case up to your face to make sure you were seeing things right. It was your favorite artist. “This is mine !”

“What?? No its not.” He nearly snatched the case out of our hands but you reacted in time, leaning into the passenger door as you scoff at him.

“Ive been searching for this tape for a week!” You whine as you turn it over in your hands. “I should have known you liked my music more than you lead on to.”

“I don’t like it..” Frank grumbles, eyes back on the road. Beginning to shift in his seat uncomfortably. “I stole it so I didn’t have to suffer from you playing that garbage over and over again. I was saving my own ears.”

Rolling your eyes at the insult, you didn’t take it to heart. Instead you opened the case in excitement to make him suffer even more, until you were met with the lack of the tape. Blinking, you looked away from the empty case towards Franks then to the stereo sat between you two.

Frank was still as you pushed one of the buttons and watched as the tape —that belonged to the case in your hands—was pushed out. You both stayed quiet while the realization had you slowly grinning.

“I have no idea how that got in there.”

A bubble of laugher filled the space inside the truck. You leaned forward to push the tape back inside and pressed the play button.

“Hm, I guess my music taste isn’t that bad then.” You state playfully, the delight clear in your voice much to Frank’s dismay. “You know you could have asked to borrow my tapes if you liked them so much.”

His groan barely was audible above the first few beats of the first track. Despite his embarrassment, Frank felt himself began to relax as well. The tense atmosphere and silence fading away with the music taking its place. The rest of the ride consisted of the typical banter between you two. The conversation died down once you realized Frank had been driving for a while now, further away from town. It’s been 20 minutes since you left Ormond and was driving down a road surrounded by nothing but trees.

He came to a stop in front of a dirt trail leading into the woods. The trial stretching into a narrow path that was wrapped by the low hanging branches. It still wasn’t dark enough for the woods to be completely pitch black inside but you still felt a bit concerned. You frowned as you looked at Frank who was already getting out of the car.

“Stay here.”

“W-what?” You sat up quickly and made way to unbuckle your seatbelt. Frank only threw you a soft smile as he reached over to grab your arm, steering you to look at him.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. The softness in his voice somewhat allowing you to calm down and let go of the door handle. You slowly nodded your head, confusion still not leaving your expression.

“Of course, I just don’t understand-“

“Then just stay put baby. Don’t worry I’m not going to leave you here.” He reassures, patting your thigh before leaning out of the truck once again. You weren’t allowed to response as he shut the door, the locks clicking in place. Your eyes following him go towards the back of the truck and grabbing something from the back.

You had to force yourself to calm down as you had nothing but to watch him make his way into the woods. The pet name finally settling as you looked down at your hands and scoff. This was such a Frank thing to do. You should have known he would do something like this, probably looking to prank you before an actual date.

You had expected him to maybe take you to the movies and a diner, or even take you to the abandoned Ormond Resort as his own idea of a date. Either way, you would have been happy because it was Frank. You were honest when you had stated that you were always happy hanging out with him.

But being in the middle of the woods ? It was unexpected, something that would obviously only be done by Frank of all people. Yet you were left confused and doubtful.

For a few minutes you were left anxiously looking at the surroundings and making sure the doors were locks while continuing to look into the woods for any sign on him. Your patience was wearing thin before you snapped, getting out of the car and making your way towards the path Frank disappeared too.

What if it really was a prank? You bit your lips as you finally passed the the few sets of trees as you looked around, the only direction being to follow the trail. Slowly you began to walk but felt something grab your shoulder. You stifled a shriek as you whipped around only to see Frank. The sight relieving you as you pushed shoulder slightly.

“I told you to stay in the truck.” He states , whatever he had in his hands now no where to be seen.

“I..I got worried,” You sighed before lightheartedly adding, “You know for a date I wasn’t expecting for you to leave me in the middle of no where.”

Frank paid no mind to your uneasiness as he grabbed your hand and just nodded towards the trail. “Come on. Follow me.”

He leads you down the trail, keeping beside you as you hold onto his arm. He eventually leads you off the path and helps you over roots that were sprouting out from the ground. You were going to finally break the silence and ask him where the hell you were going until the trees opened up and a large meadow came into view. There were a bunch of flowers littered around the grass along with a small body of water about 15 feet away.

You froze at the sight, but not at the colorful flowers or the calm water. No- what caught your attention was what was carefully set up in the middle.

A blanket sat on the grass, along with woven basket that carried treats and snacks that you recognized as your favorite. A small pie sat in the middle of the blanket, between two glasses and a bottle of what you secretly hoped wasn’t beer. There was even a few small candles that were carefully placed surrounding the blanket, illuminating the set up along with the nature surrounding it.

“Wow..” You whispered, processing that Frank had been setting this up for you while you were doubting him. He continued to pull you forward towards the blanket while you gawked at everything. You were at lost for words. “Frank this is..how..”

“Remember that time you made me watch that god awful old romance movie.” He started, now rubbing his arm as he avoided making eye contact. “Which I will never let you pick a movie ever again by the way..but uh..”

He cleared his throat before continuing. “I noticed how much you liked that specific scene when they were having a picnic at a park. Uh so I figured this would be okay..as a date.”

You let out a breath at his confession. Heart swelling at the fact that he could remember something so small, yet important. Your stunned silence seem to push at his insecurity for he began to ramble.

“I know it’s not much, I literally had to steal half of these stuff from Joey’s job. I mean can you believe how expensive that bottle was? I -“

“Frank—“

“I just thought a picnic and stargazing was romantic enough, I mean I never done this before so what should I know. You know what, trying to copy that movie was pretty stupid. I don’t know-“

You had grab his hand again and lean up placing a quick kiss on his cheek, to shut him up. His posture relaxing as he looked down at you shyly.

“This is perfect.” You tell him. “I love it.”

Finally, the excitement began to bubble as you plopped down on your knees on one side of the blanket. Your shifted on your knees as you made yourself comfortable with a huge smile planted on your face. You couldn’t figure out where to pay attention to first; the perfectly set up picnic , the lake before you, or the fact that you sat in the middle of a meadow full of flowers that you were tempted to pick at.

Frank settled on the other side, his eyes only on you despite the surroundings. He watched you take in the scenery, engraving the memory of you- sat in front of landscape that was nothing compared to how you looked to him at this moment- in his mind.

#dbd #dbd x reader #the riddler #dbd x you #dbd imagine #dbd imagines #frank morrison #frank morrison x you #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison imagine #the legion x reader #the legion #fluff fluff fluff

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sister-claire-critical · 1 year

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Haha omg I forgot about the rocketship baby. I think also a Machina or Shard baby was planned? Hate how they took having to nerf that as a reason to take out everything- not to mention a lot of the weird humor they used as an excuse to take out things is still in there so what the fuck! (Also I liked all the stupid jokes lol I started reading when I was still a kid myself & I'm still that kind of goofy silly whimsical person now.) This comic drew me in on it's original artstyle & concept & while I can see why the art changed with a more serious tone I don't understand why the story had to change so much- the tagline used to be "pregnant nun holy crap", & it was such an effective draw-in (& short-sweet-&-to-the-point in those little sidebar ads Hiveworks used to show) that I feel like there was really no reason to get rid of it- it was like the whole thing the comic was about & advertised on! I also love to think about what could have been had they stuck with that-

I'm not sure how they would have included Gabrielle being an angel especially since Christianity existing in a tangible non-faith-based form never seemed to exist in the story, & Gabby being a sea creature/siren worked so well with what was already established even from the get-go, however her having her own motives instead of being so closely intertwined as a friend & pseudo-relative with Oscar & Catherine would have been great. Maybe she would have wanted to raise whatever Claire gave birth to as payback for having Claire sort of stolen from her. Maybe she would have thought herself a better parent to this baby than Oscar & Catherine. Maybe she could have just wanted a Clementine replacement, to bring Eden back? Literally just playing it straight that Claire would be giving birth to another new child savior. Grimm could have been a nice part of that, as Gabrielle's above-ground agent, especially since early concept art showed Gabrielle possessed by him- her taking Grimm's possession away from Catherine as a way to stay above ground would have been neat. I get that Grimm is a child but his first old appearances acted more adult, him as a former shard child now grown who also has the motive to bring back Eden would have been cool.

I do think some characters just being straight-up-bigoted then changing would have been fine & more realistic, we don't have to love or even like every character & even despite that many people do like characters with those sort of pasts. Olga's characterization seems torn in different directions, same with Marguerite. People can have complicated reasons for things- like maybe Marguerite could have lived in Eden & blamed Claire & Olga could just be a hardass brainwashed by the Helsings but instead with them any turns in behavior seem mostly influenced by the induced forgetfulness. (Also Olga forming a crush on Jackson in the current story as she softens instead of them already having a relationship would have been cute.) Olga already being a Moonwolf is just complicated on top of her innate strength magic & curse she made with Azi about turning into a werewolf- that just falls flat if she's already a barely controlled wolf-creature, why wouldn't she jump on the chance to turn into a wolf-creature that can control how they change at will? Helsings are already cool with magic so long as it progresses their cause.

Also the original way Oscar & Catherine's relationship was implied/seemed to the readers before the retcons- that if they were together in the past they'd maybe had a falling out or weren't allowed to be together due to the church & were raising the twins & Claire separately, would have made Claire & Marie's future relationship a lot less creepy. All the cute or funny moments in the comic with the twins in the abbey & right after wouldn't have had to be changed either, replaced with exposition dumps & dark moments that don't match the bright color scheme (picked for a humorous/upbeat atmosphere) drawn years ago.

If the church wasn't cool with in-dating at least (they don't have to be homophobic, could just be off-bounds because everyone is a nun, like how Claire's pregnancy had her "headed to the pyre" anyways) it also would have made Yolanda's actions more consistent, it doesn't make sense Yolanda allows so much but that she held a witch trial. Yolanda never needed to be Abby's mother but since she is, joining the church could have been motivated by a "been alive so long I feel like I need to be in a role of power to control the world" sort of thing, a more complicated role to a character that otherwise exists to be solely soft & sweet (besides the witch trial which, again, seems ooc with how she is established in the MiMos).

Someone like Magpie who took on the role of raising kids young (& loved the job unlike most people forced to be parents that young) falling in love with somebody who has the potential for that kind of child abuse when Magpie was away would have been interesting. Instead of regressing into permabird he could've just been some weird old hobo who can't stick around due to magic & his past trauma who occasionally shows up in hopes of checking on the kids to make sure Margie hasn't gotten too bad (in fact there's a livewrite where he does meet up as a human & expresses guilt & regret at Margie's behavior while he's not around) & then it could be he maybe got into trouble around the time the comic starts & hasn't been around for awhile to keep an eye on Margie. Instead Marguerite just has something akin to dementia & it's not her fault.

Claire still being pregnant & having some sort of magic pregnancy not bound by time would've both made more sense & been interesting, her character has felt very one-note for most of the comic's history until just very recently, I feel like because her character has also been torn in a few directions by all this confusion. Taking on reader input & being more open to critique would have done this webcomic a whole lot more justice.

🤩 Thank you for sharing! These are all fascinating ideas!

—Mod Marie🌸

#sister claire critical

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chthonicgodling · 1 year

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Part Ten, Colors 28-30: Ascalaphus

& a bonus epilogue picture, aka-

Huevember, The End!

this month I did a wacky different Huevember wheel in abridged groups of three after I dug it up from the internet and got permission from OP to use it, full wheel can be found over here!

[Huevember 2022, the tag where all ten drawings can be found -] as well as last year’s: [Huevember 2021] [Huevember 2020]

to conclude, Elysium’s bestest curmudgeonly owly man Laphi, who was chosen as my finale just because of the color scheme SSSORRYYYYY IT DOES FEEL ANTICLIMACTIC - Maci saying what we’re ALL thinking - jkjk. honestly that;s just literally any excuse to draw their height difference (sure Maci’s really tall, but Laphi is also... really short) and i was also testing a new brush soooo lol-

Laphi belongs to @fenixethekid! drawing this actually kickstarted in my brain yet another project on my to-draw list at this point we’ll just see what i get to first lmao.

Be sure to use the link up above to see all my Huevember art from this month theyre all so cute!! and uhh stay tuned for-- whatever i do next hahh

#huevember22 #huevember 2022 #huevember #oc art #my art

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8bit-mau5 · 2 years

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just dumping in ur askbox while i read ur blog like the morning paper

for the what i like about ur art, i really really really like the everything. ur figures are always in a really fun pose and it gives a lot of personality to the overall drawing. u do the opposite of same-face syndrome, all of the characters u draw have such different expressions. even if two characters have similar facial features, they still wear it differently in a way that describes their personality.

i also love how you do tattoos on characters? its not something i usually consider when drawing a character, but your designs are always interesting. i've seen designs where the tattoos just make the artwork feel cluttered, but yours doesnt do that. yours ties into the overall character and color scheme very well.

im in love with how you render your characters? i think your most trademark "gabriel's art" feature is how you color faces. you have such a deep understanding of facial shapes, where to appropriately highlight parts and shade them. the way you combine a more detailed painting render with linework is hard to pull off, too. you integrate the two so well and it's amazing considering how easy it is to have one overpower the other.

you have a few other stylisms that make me go "ohh that's gabe's art" when i see it! the way you draw hair, for one. i love how it's kind of a faux-detail (i forget what i heard you refer to it as, where you make your brain think it's more detailed than it really is?). it's not super intricate, but you place highlights and slivers of color in just the right places for the hair to come off as intricate. i also love that you draw the tufts of hair and think about how the hair really lays out over a character's skull.

another is how you draw horns! it's fascinating to me (in a good way.) they almost seem paper-thin with the turn lines that denote which way the horns are going. but you can tell that they're actually 3d structures with how you build the horns up. the way you do horns especially speaks to your understanding of shapes and how to build them up into an object.

the way you draw clothes deserves a mention as well. you go the extra mile with clothing and give your characters a *lot* of style. i think this is especially worth mentioning, just because i'm only now starting to come out of my "tshirt and jeans" phase for my OCs lol, so it's super notable for me. the way your characters dress also speak volumes to their personalities. whatever they're wearing, however they look whether it be makeup or hair or whatever else, it's clear that *they* are the ones that made the conscious choice to wear that. it's not just something that their creator slapped on them on a whim.

you've already heard me gush as well about how you draw folds on clothing, but i love it. whether it's conscious or not, you give legitimate thought to how cloth and material falls across a character. all of your art i've seen has a good sense of gravity to it. the viewer gets a good feel of weight, especially combined with the way you switch up the thickness of strokes.

excuse me 4 taking up so much space but. <3 gabriel art

what do you like about my art? What about it registers as “Gabriel’s” art

#asks #miks-fantrolls #mun stuff #Happy Tag #ive had this saved in my inbox for a few nights now cos i keep coming back to it and man... man #i dont have the words #thank you so much for having taken the time to write so much as you did. its incredibke #incredible

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iceyrukia · 1 year

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genuinely think it’s ironic that a some rad/leaning feminists think that the way that they do makeup is subversive and outside of patriarchal influence because they insist that they “really like it tho!!!”no you don’t get it them liking it is different from those stupid clueless libfems or because they do ~ unconventional ~ goth makeup ( so like typical makeup but a different color scheme dark feminine …..ok got it) or they say “I don’t wear makeup I just wear * describes full face makeup*” like girl, cmon

😐 like it’s clear some people here only think makeup *counts* when it’s 1) full instagram baddy makeup 2) makeup that they dislike 3) current trendy makeup that helps fit a beauty standard. Sorry but you NOT putting on foundation but still wearing mascara and eyeliner is still makeup. Also the whole “ wearing it for a special occasion” thing still implies that in order for a woman to look good and beautiful, wearing makeup is a MUST in order to reach our “ full potential” . Why can’t our bare faces ever be enough. A man doesn’t get invited to a party and thinks that he has to wear makeup to look handsome lol because men are allowed to just exist. Women can’t be completely ideal without makeup, there needs to be stuff on our faces to fit an ideal.

Like, most feminists would agree that the frequency of women wearing makeup (all the time) is obviously a problem because it causes women to get used to seeing their makeup face as “ default”, but imo that’s just half of the problem. The other half is feeling the need to even do it in the first place to reach this type of perfection or just seeing a “makeup face” as THE standard. It’s a subconscious thing that goes overs peoples heads because it’s so ingrained.

Sorry but I think it’s very silly to go and lecture libfems about how makeup is harmful to womens’ self esteem and mental health but then turn around and makeup excuses on why you think the way you wear makeup is any different.

#ic.text #really too what makes YOU think you’re special ?????#… also can’t help constant disappointment when people here justify doing the very done things they advocate against here 24/7 #clown behavior omg like there exceptions because you have to do stuff for a job but #this one with the makeup really gets me because it’s the EASIEST one to not do imo #like sure some asshole might say ‘ you look tired’ but whatever #it’s not like they’ll stare in disgust or it’s practically unheard of #compared to a woman showing her hairy pits and legs #in which people will actually think that ur ‘ manly’ and try to #make u feel like ur disgusting

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mariposakitten · 2 years

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“They were a product of their time!”

Family history time!

A few years back, my dad got on a genealogy kick and decided to trace the direct male line of our family as far back as he could. It was pretty cool! Turns out, we can trace it all the way back to when our first ancestors came to the US; after that, it’s just “one of three brothers from Wales.” (Who are the three brother? Why did they come here? Who were THEIR ancestors? Nobody knows and theories and rumors abound; I feel I can securely ignore the ones claiming they were mythical princes, lol.)

But! He also discovered my g'g'g'great-grandfather.

I’m not entirely sure how far back he was or how many “greats" to put in there. What I know is that he was a colorful fucking character from the 1800’s. He was a politician, he was in the state senate, and he once challenged a guy to a duel because the guy was talking shit about the First Lady (I wanna say Dolly Madison?)

And he was married. To a Quaker girl. Her father refused to give permission for them to marry, so he brought a ladder to her window one night, she snuck out, and they eloped. Scandalous! Romantic!

But there’s another side of it.

Because there’s a reason her father refused to give his blessing.

And that’s because my g’g’g’great-grandfather was a slaveowner.

Most of my ancestors were. It was right there in the record – one way to track ancestry is through deaths and wills, and ever since we came to this country all my ancestors’ wills discussed the distribution of property, including slaves. Who was to be freed upon their death, and who was passed down to this or that child or grandchild.

And the Quakers were fervently opposed to slavery.

Ancestry is a dry subject, pieced together from obituaries and birth announcements and newspapers and public records. We will never know why my g’g’g’great-grandmother married a man who didn’t share her values. Nor will we ever know what conversations she had with him at dinner, over morning coffee, late at night in their marriage bed.

What we know is this: two years after marrying her, there is a public record of him freeing a large number of slaves. Neither his will nor hers mentions the distribution of any other slaves; it is safe to assume he freed them all. And no record of slave-owning appears again from that point forward in that branch of the family.

A drop in the bucket in the grand scheme of things, sure, but – a little less misery, a little more goodness, in the world. All due to one woman who, we can only assume, took her husband to task one way or another.

My g’g’g’great-grandfather was a product of his time. So was his wife.

He didn’t live in a different world than her. He wasn’t unaware of the things she knew. If she, growing up in that same time and place and society, knew slavery was wrong, then he had all the information he needed to reach that same conclusion. “A product of his time" may be an explanation but by god it is NOT an excuse, not when plenty of other people in the exact same time knew better.

The circumstances of your birth do not dictate your morality. People have always known better.

#real family history #thomas jefferson was a product of his time but so was john brown

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the-ethereal-lorestar · 2 years

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Find the Word Tag

I got tagged by @frankieinthebackground. They gave me the words heart, dangerous, cold and take. I haven’t wrote enough for my current story to find these words in my main; I was only able to find one word from it.

I never done this before, so thankee Frankie! This was fun :)

FROM CONNECTING SOULS:

Heart

I shook my head as I placed the last of my homework papers back in my bag. I finally took a look at my clock. I had been doing my homework for two hours. I looked out the window that was near my door and saw the sky was dark, with many stars and a full moon peeking outside of clouds. My heart tightened, and again, I took a breath to calm myself. I scowled again. I’ll kill them when they get home, I don’t care why they’re not home anymore. I’ll just kill them. They should be home by now and there shouldn’t be any excuse why they’re not home. I pushed down the contradicting of my heart and decided that they would be home when I wake up. I went into my bedroom, and got under my covers and looked up at the ceiling. I hope they’ll be home…I quickly shook off the depressing and pessimistic thought and steeled myself and tried to get to sleep.

Dangerous

It was a steep hill down to get to the town below, and as we got closer the more welcoming the town seemed to be. There were vibrant colors with many bustling people out in the streets with shops, restaurants, and a town hall close to the entrance of the town. Every now and again though, I could see a flash of something that didn’t look human but didn’t look dangerous to me either. When we came to the entrance of the town there was someone there that looked like they were waiting for us. I wasn’t sure if this person was a boy or a girl, but there was a strange trait about them. This person had what looked like to be a whole world in his or her eyes. We walked up to this strange person.

FROM “THE KID PRISON PART-1″. MY COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES PART 1: (I don’t have this word in either my main or my old main, so I took it from my short story collection I wrote on Wattpad :3)

Cold

Todd had to cover Enoch's mouth in order to silence him when one the monsters reared it's head, or should I say we saw it's glowing neon yellow eyes peer at us. Instead of black pupils like a normal human being, it had red ones. The whole eye besides the irises and pupils, it was black instead of white. It's eyes settled on us and the sheer gaze of the creature had us feeling cold with goosebumps going up and down our arms. It only got worse when more eyes with different color schemes peered at us until it seemed to reach about fifteen pairs of eyes.

FROM INTO THE WITCH’S TOWN:

Take

“I always loved her garden,” I said. “I hope I would make her proud taking care of it since she’s--" I struggled to say the words, "--passed on.”

I didn’t know what else to say to the woman. I felt I would be disrespectful, somehow, if I would relent to reveal I have no idea who she is. I wanted to get my drink, but even that felt disrespectful, so I hoped the woman would get her things and check out, so I could get my drink. It’s nice seeing someone who knew Birdie, but my mouth is dry, and I wanted to get to Birdie’s house and unpack as soon as possible.

The woman reached out for my hands to give them a gentle hold.

"Yes," she said. "I'm sure you'll do fine. If not, don't worry about it too much, the community here is close-knit. A lot of the people here would jump at the chance to help Mar-Mar."

She patted my hands and pulled away to take out a piece of a napkin from her pocket. She scribbled something on it and handed it to me.

"Call me if you need anything. Good luck packing." she said.

I looked at the napkin. A phone number shown on it and her name--Altaira O'Mordha.

Tagging: @aohendo , and @aaudren

I don’t know/follow many people in the writeblr community yet, and I only tagged people that state they are open for it, or have been tagged in a game before :) I need to find more people to follow, lol.

#tag games #find the word tag #word find tag #writeblr community #community #community games #Into the Witch's Town #Connecting Souls #Kid Prison #short story #novel #heart #dangerous #cold #take #my collection of short stories #wattpad

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meliorn · 3 years

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SHADOW & BONE CHARACTERS IN COLOUR ☀ Alina Starkov

#shadow and bone #shadowandboneedit #sabedit #dailyshadowandbone #shadowandbonecentral #bbelcher #chewieblog #alina starkov #alinastarkovedit #*colors #*gifs #*sabchars #~#this series is basically just an excuse to gif some of the sab characters i usually don't gif a lot #and an excuse to do different color schemes lol

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nitw · 2 years

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would you like an excuse to nitw post i for the life of me canNOT understand the PLOT OF THIS GAME

that's fair! nitw's core story is intentionally vague and non-direct so i don't blame people for not immediately getting it. i'll talk abt it as quickly as possible bc i just woke up lol

the 3 major themes of nitw i feel are dealing with mental illness as a young adult, existentialism, and how capitalism takes lives in different ways.

while mae's official diagnosis is never revealed, the way she describes her experience at college is easily identifiable if you've ever been through a long-term depressive episode in your adult years. the thing about depressive episodes and other forms of mental breakdowns is that they aren't always rational. in mae's case, while a lot of it seems to stem from peer pressure and rushing into something she wasn't prepared for, she's not really able to grasp what's wrong with her or why everything is going wrong until it's already too late. i always really liked the whole "shapes" allegory when she talks about dissociation; how the world just started blending together one day, from things that used to make sense and have a meaning and an identity attached to them, into random shapes and colors that didn't mean anything.

now, the existentialist and anti-capitalist elements in this game might be harder to see if you don't know youre looking for them, because this is where the whole supernatural/demonic cult thing comes in. it also doesn't help that nitw's full story can't be experienced in just 1 playthrough, since some of the context is locked behind events, hidden locations and specific dialogue choices. i'll try to summarize lt:

BASICALLY: in the game's lore, there's an all-powerful demonic being called "the black goat". it lives down at the far bottom of a hole in the ground, discovered by local miners many years before the game takes place. it's supposedly the cause of sinkholes, floods and other natural disasters around town, as well as the shitty state of the job market and people being forced to leave their homes. certain people (including mae) have "heard it singing" and have been inevitably gravitating towards it.

during an especially tough period for possum springs' working class, the town's old mining community formed a sort of cult around the black goat, after discovering that it LITERALLY feeds on human sacrifices. though the cult made it a rule to only sacrifice people who "wouldn't be missed" or "wouldn't contribute anything important to the town".

this is all a huge metaphor for late stage capitalism, as an endless cycling of people suffering and dying for the sake of maintaining "order" in society, and how you can't improve on these conditions without getting to and destroying the (literal, in the game's case) core of the problem. and that might be a task too big for any person.

near the end of the game, mae has this big monologue moment where she directly confronts the black goat, and in turn, confronts herself and her own issues. she basically goes "yeah, this whole situation sucks and maybe nothing we do will ever contribute to anything on the grand scheme. but that's why i need to hold onto even the smallest things that give my life meaning, even if they're sad, even if they hurt." it's one of my favorite scenes in the whole game, and really ties everything together in a neat little bow.

TLDR; at the end of everything, hold onto anything

#asks #blckvelvetopia #nitw #night in the woods

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alolowrites · 2 years

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Commuter Crush

Summary: There’s nothing more humiliating than crashing into a stranger on a packed train. But when it happens to you, of course the universe decides you crash into him—your commuter crush.

Author’s Note: Wowwwwwww! Look at me posting a new fic after who knows how long since the last one. I’m just a slow writer, I’m sorry :/ (and a procrastinator too lol). But this baby is finished yay!

Enjoy ^_^

Word Count: 1.1K+

Every adult hates three things in their lives: taxes, traffic, and taking the trains during rush hour.

The first is technically avoidable if you’re slick enough to game the system and have the right connections. How else do you think the uber-rich stay rich and enjoy their cake too?

The second one is somewhat unpredictable in nature. You have your good days when mostly every person behind the wheel drives with common sense. And then you have your bad days when one idiot driver wakes up and chooses violence, swerving into different lanes without any heads up, and bam—traffic jam.

But the trains during rush hour? It’s unavoidable and predictable. You suffer through it every day, waiting on the grimy platform for an eternity before fighting your way into the cramped train car similar to a sardine can. This daily torture makes Dante’s journey through the nine circles of Hell look like a nice walk in the park.

You sigh in relief once the doors close and the train moves. The hard part is over. You grab the pole, mindlessly staring at the bland ads on the walls. Ironically, they blend into the background with their depressing color scheme, an awful execution to sell their products, but a perfect backdrop for a certain someone’s messy purple hair.

His hair is the first thing you know about him. The second is his commute—he’s on the same morning train as you when going to work and on the same evening train heading back home. And the last thing is his name: Shinsou Hitoshi. It was printed across his employee badge that hung on his belt pocket the other day. That’s all you know about him, yet he doesn’t feel like a total stranger to you.

Shinsou is more like a familiar acquaintance. A handsome acquaintance if you say so yourself. He leans against the door with his broad shoulders stretching out his white collar shirt. The top buttons are undone, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck after suffocating him the entire day at work. But it’s his rolled-up sleeves that catch your attention as they show off those muscled forearms that you know are strong. You know they will feel so good wrapped around you all day and all night long. You know they will keep you safe and protective and comforted and—

The train rattles hard. You snap out of your daydream and catch yourself with the pole. There’s nothing more humiliating than crashing into a stranger on a packed train. Playing something embarrassing on your phone without headphones on is a close second.

You sigh in relief and feel someone’s gaze on you. Shinsou looks at you, the boredom fading away in his eyes, and he sends a small smile. You return the gesture, digging your nails into your palms to calm down. Internally, mini-versions of yourselves are running around your blank mind like headless chickens. Did Shinsou see you slip? Did he smile out of kindness or pity? Oh gosh, did he catch you looking at him? Did he—

“Excuse me,” a man gruffs, making you jump. The tired passenger, sporting baggy eyes and a hunched back, cocks his head to the left. You realize he wants to leave and awkwardly shuffle out of the way.

“Oh, sorry.”

However, one or two steps aren’t enough. A wave of people burst through the doors, pushing you further back. Everything happens so quickly that you don’t hear the train pulling away from the station. It makes a sharp turn, and you crash forward into someone’s muscular chest, a soft oof escaping your lips. As the train rattles on, the stranger’s hand holds you steady and close to him for support.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry—”

Holy shit.

You freeze as a familiar pair of purple eyes stare back at you. Out of every passenger on this train, it had to be him, your commuter crush; the universe certainly has a great sense of humor. No point in hiding now, so you decide to bite the bullet (train).

“I, uh, hi.”

“Hi,” Shinsou says, laced with amusement. “You alright?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine!” Damn, his voice is smooth. You fight the urge to gulp. “Super fine, really, but are you okay? I crashed against you pretty hard there.”

In your defense, Shinsou feels hard. Very hard like a rock. You are flushed against him that you can make out his firm muscles hiding underneath his white office shirt. Even if you wanted to move, you can’t—Shinsou’s arm remains wrapped around you with such a gentle grip. On the outside, you are as cool as a cucumber. But inside, your screams are louder than the train wheels screeching on the tracks as it comes to a stop.

Shinsou tilts his head. “I think I’ll be fine. Would you rather slam against the door?”

“Are you crazy?! That’s social suicide!” You wince at how loud that was. In a hushed tone, you say, “If that happened, I probably would never step foot on this train again.”

“Huh, good thing I stand here every day then,” Shinsou muses, and you raise an eyebrow. “Seeing you makes this awful rush hour commute worth it for me.”

You stay quiet, too shocked to even respond. It takes a moment to fully process his words, but your heart flutters at the realization: Shinsou likes you. All those brief, curious glances you felt from him; all those kind yet soft smiles you shared with him every time your eyes met; all those times you nearly hit the pole after getting distracted by his white smile before you left the train.

It’s a miracle that Shinsou does not bring up those moments.

You shake your head, laughing softly. “That makes two of us.”

A grin stretches across Shinsou’s face, making your legs weak. However, you bump into Shinsou again as the train abruptly stops and announces your station. You mumble a pathetic “sorry,” the heat rising along your face. Does the conductor not know how to use their brakes correctly?

Shinsou snickers. “I can kind of get used to this.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not slamming into any doors.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, letting you go. Shinsou gives you a curt nod. “See you tomorrow?”

You flash a knowing smile. “Like always.”

The chilly air greets you the minute you step off the train. You look back, your eyes meeting each other through the glass window one last time. Shinsou gives a small wave, and you return the gesture. As the train pulls away, you remain still until it disappears into the distance. You chuckle to yourself and make your way home.

Supposedly, every adult hates three things in their lives: taxes, traffic, and taking the train during rush hour. But you don’t mind the last one anymore. Seeing Shinsou every day makes it all worth it—he’ll keep you safe from the doors with those strong arms of his and make you laugh. Who can complain about that?

If y’all saw that train pun, leave me alone. I just HAD to put it in, okay?? 😭

But thank you for reading!!!

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x you #shinsou x you #bnha imagines

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alectology-archive · 2 years

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I reallyyy want to give perrin a chance and I, for a fact, had a post saved in my drafts just rambling about how I felt like I’d slightly warmed up to him since he abandoned his axe (although question. if he uses the hammer for violence does it really matter that he abandons the axe. and it never came across to me like he enjoyed torturing that shaido captive)**** but chapter 12 of knife of dreams kind of highlights every single one of my problems with him lol.

The narrative tries to hammer in how Perrin’s characterisation revolves around his thoughtfulness and practicality but it feels like he barely embodies them. I saw red for a moment there when Perrin just shoved thoughts of mat - his childhood friend!! - aside while distantly acknowledging that he could possibly be in trouble*. For a second there I wanted to shake him and tell him that worrying about somebody other than his wife literally wouldn’t hurt anybody. And I won’t say he fully doesn’t care about the various events leading up to tarmon gai’don because that would be straight up false but he doesn’t care about them nearly as much he should and he spends every single moment griping about his responsibilities or trying to run from them**.

The event that made me furiously type out this post, though, was his bland dismissal and apathetic attitude being aimed at a man literally dying after vomiting beetles in front of his eyes and demanding the seanchan to ignore him and get to business. that’s not practicality lol!!! If I were one of the seanchan I’d have straight up strangled him right there.***

This is not even to start on how he forgot to ensure that masema followed him as promised when he first learned that faile was kidnapped in book 9 and constantly comes across like he feels he can do some stuff better than berelain just because he’s straightforward or whatever - idk I don’t have the words to elaborate because I’ve paid zero attention to his chapters since book 9.

in short: I LOVE scheming. Perrin hates scheming. I’ve now filed for a divorce.

****EDIT: I don’t know anything about how his hammer is supposed to function later. excuse any erroneous assumptions about it.

* ** *** (quotes under the cut)

But then, Balwer had been in a frenzy—a dry, dusty frenzy, yet still a frenzy—to seize this chance to gather information on what was happening in Amadicia under the Seanchan. For himself, Perrin could barely make himself care. Only Faile mattered, now.

Those colors spun in his head, and for an instant he glimpsed Mat riding off a road into forest followed by a line of mounted folk and packhorses. An instant only, because he dashed the image aside without so much as a thought to why Mat was going into the woods or who was with him. Only Faile mattered.

[Perrin] “They’re just borer beetles. You can find them almost anywhere there’s old fallen timber.” The man jerked, lifted his gaze and jerked again when he saw Perrin’s eyes. Catching sight of the hammer at Perrin’s belt, he darted a quick, startled glance at the Banner-General. “These beetles came from no log. They’re Soulblinder’s work!” “That’s as may be,” Perrin replied calmly. He supposed Soulblinder was a name for the Dark One. “It makes no difference.”

#why do I hate him so much? I literally don't know #if egwene or nynaeve did something selfish I'd kiss them on the mouth. that's just the way it is.#(also elayne. like especially elayne).#if the people fighting the dark one lost it'd be because perrin Refused The Call even after tarmon gai'don arrived -_-#this is an exaggeration obviously but I'm feeling very annoyed because I've been trying to finish his chapter for 2 hours.#it's just!! every single character - rand included - have made plenty of mistakes and the story acknowledges it!!! why not with perrin????#aelia reads wheel of time #aelia reads knife of dreams #wot book spoilers

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joannasteez · 3 years

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Headcanon request:

The guys going shopping with their girl while she is trying on more and more hideous clothing trying to make her man crack and say “what the fuck are you wearing?”

Not sure whose included when you say “guys” so I just did the Reyes boys since I only really write for them at the moment! Also, comedy isn’t my strong suit so hopefully this isn’t completely cringe LOL, if it is forgive me! Haha

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Shopping is no simple endeavor, never has been, never will be. There are far too many components to just offhandedly consider the process easy. Color scheme, sizes, fabrics, the cut of the clothing, the energy of the store, the weather outside, all these factors and many more play integral roles in making or breaking your shopping experience.

But you never considered Angel to be such an influential factor, but he was, and his far off nonchalant mood was putting a damper on your shopping.

He’d been occupied by the bright screen of his phone, scrolling and tapping away vigorously, texting EZ or Coco or Gilly no doubt, or hell maybe all three at once, which was no problem any other day, but considering you wanted his insight on the things you’d picked from the lined up racks, it was becoming a tiny bit of an issue.

Every other thing you showed him he barely looked at, giving you a short nod or a thumbs up, and these outfits were GOOD mind you. Like dinner date, catching the eye of every other person around you good, baby making till 4 AM good, and he was giving you these half assed responses.

“I’ll fix you”, you thought. Grabbing a bunch of random pieces and leading him to the fitting room.

The first couple of outfits you put together aren’t horrible but they aren’t amazing either, but that’s purposeful because you want to see how much he’ll notice. And you’re actually surprised, because he does notice, the upturn in his brow telling you he isn’t that into the outfit. “Yes? No?”, you ask.

“Try something else”, he mumbles before tapping away again at his phone.

You try again. Coming out the fitting room. “What about this?”.

He looks you up and down, taking the time to look over the fit of the clothes and the colors before he speaks. “The bottoms don’t go with that top”.

You try once again, a smile giggle emitting as you throw together the craziest, most random things. ‘Time to up the ante’, you think, as you move from out the door, clearing your voice to catch his attention.

He double takes when he sees you, and it takes a lot not to burst into a fit of giggles. “You being serious? You look like a Y2K red carpet”, he scrutinizes and you tilt your head not sure of what he’s getting at, so he clarifies as he texts away on his phone. “That’s not a compliment baby”.

You roll your eyes, making quick work of changing the top of the outfit. “Ok is it better now?” You hands smoothening over the top.

He sits his phone down, brows coming together in deep thought. “You know that word people use to like describe stuff that’s unpleasant? Stuff that’s uneasy on the eyes?”

You think for a minute..... words unsure as they leave you. “Ugly?”

“Exactly”.

“Ass”, you gripe lightly. Throwing a nearby shirt his way before you make your way back to the fitting room. His voice carrying over toward you as you close the door. “Don’t even hang that top back up on the rack, just toss that shit in the trash”.

“Excuse me J. Alexander”, you mock.

He’s confused at your reference. “What?”

“Nothing”, you say, piecing another outfit together another outfit, more ridiculous than the others. “I have one more outfit, it’s good this time I promise”.

“I’m at the edge of my seat”, he deadpans.

You come out and it takes a moment for him to respond, eyes stuck on the jarring contrast of color and patterns. He rushes to you, holding your face as his thumbs pull at the skin just below your eyes to get a better view of them, expression dramatically worried.

“Are you color blind?”

You swat him away. “No Angel, what are you talking about”.

“You must be because what the fuck are you wearing?”

𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Ezekiel’s a bit different from Angel when it comes to your shopping experience, and so despite his lack of knowledge or interest even in the complex goings on of such an endeavor, he realizes that it makes you extremely excited. He gives as much attention as he can muster, which is pretty hard sometimes, especially when it’s been a long day and his feet are hurting or if his muscles are sore. But there’s still a bit of an issue when it comes to him, a tiny issue you come to realize as you walk through racks of clothes.

No matter what you show him, even if it’s not particularly your style, he gives his approval.

And it’s kind of sweet and endearing, because he doesn’t want to dampen your mood by expressing how he doesn’t like a particular color or pattern on some dress or shirt or another, but honest opinions are crucial to the shopping experience. He’s hindering more than helping and he doesn’t even realize it, so now you’ve got to fix the situation a bit. Nudge him a little into the right direction.

So you pick up a couple of ok outfits, some not so great outfits and a few that are just completely awful. Even looking at them as you lead him to the fitting room you’re wondering why they’re even in the store.

You change into the first outfit, coming from behind the fitting room door to show him, and his head tilts. Eyes taking you in but he’s unsure of how to express what he’s thinking. “It’s...... nice”.

“Nice?”, you ask before looking down at your self. And again, it’s not awful, the cut of the top and the bottoms go together pretty well, but the colors are just off. “That’s it?........ nothing else?”

“It’s cool. If you like it, I like it”.

“Forget what I like, I want honesty”.

You’re changing again, into something a little more ridiculous, lips turning a bit at this little game you’ve been playing to see how long it’s take till he cracked and gave you some truth.

You come out again. Twirling to give him a 360 view. “Yes? No? Be honest”.

His face is scrunched, brows pulling in dislike. “It’s alright......... would look a lot better if you left it on the rack”.

You gasp, tone of the comment taking you back a bit and he throws his hands up in defense. “What? You said be honest”.

You try again, upping the ridiculousness with some janky looking braided belt and it’s taking more and more not to laugh at how good you’re putting these bad outfits together. “Ok ok..... this is better I think. Thoughts?”

He gives a once over fairly quickly. “Are we still doing the honesty thing?”

“Yes!”

“You’d look better in a burlap sack”.

There’s a near by piece of some cotton shirt that lays idle, you throw it his way. “Harsh......”, your hands slipping off the ugly belt. “And for the record, I could pull off a burlap sack if I wanted to”.

He nods. “Exactly my point. Anything is better than this”.

You’re turned now, slipping of the belt and walking back to the fitting room. “Who knew Mr. I Only Wear Plaid and Sleep in my Jeans was such a critic”.

“At least I match”, he shot back. Readying himself for the next outfit.

You’ve completely thrown caution to the wind, mixing patterns and completely destroying any sense you have of color theory. Patterns clash and the contrast of the color is just despicable at this point. A four year old could do better than what you have on, you’re sure of it.

You step from the fitting room, giving a strut and face that just might make Naomi Campbell proud. And honestly you were kinda selling it..... till Ezekiel really took a good look at you. His features dropping.

“Ok babe forreal, what the fuck are you wearing?”

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#headcanon #long headcanon #ez reyes #angel reyes #mayans mc #ez reyes x reader #angel reyes x reader #joannasteez

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