#bantu knot out

[saturngalore]

connect with style 🌐🌟

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #black simblr #black simmer #ts4 edit #🪐 #chantelle diang #new hair releasing tomorrow yayy!!! #i really wanted some bantu knots with a curved braid and im so glad i was able to figure out how to make this hair! #ignore the fact that’s that two different phones and idk what the nokia phone looked like in 2003…i was 2 okay 🤫 #also i usually don’t edit when cc clips or look weird on my fat sims but the shirt was fucking up the vibes and i really liked how it looks #if you saw me post this the first time no you didn’t 🤫

[pigeonwit]

it gave me magic au and 2000's au! interesting and kinda fun??

(had to physically restrain myself not to do urban fantasy again. 2000s magic school. fuck jk rowling. my city now.)

"Daaaa-vey." Jack says towards the lump on Davey's bed. "What'cha dooo-in'?"

The boneless lump of denim and flannel makes some sort of garbled groan into his mattress.

"What's that, pal?"

Davey flips gracelessly onto his back and glares at the ceiling.

"I don't get it," he grumbles towards his bare lightbulb. "I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it!"

His hair flickers on his scalp, twitching in the stagnant air without Davey's permission, little candlewick sparks flying out from between the strands.

"Oh-kay," Jack winces, waving away the pungeant stink of Davey's magic. "Care to explain, buddy?"

Davey makes another petty grumbling sound and waves his hand at his notebook - it shoots past Jack's head like a bullet and crashes into his shelves, knocking over several books and beheading a Spider-Man figure.

"Oh - fuck, sorry!" Davey lurches upright, wincing heavily at the mess. "Are you okay?"

"Think you shaved a line down my hair, but it's whatevs." Jack shrugs as he picks up the notebook. "Is this our transmutation homework?"

Davey closes his eyes and flops back onto his bed.

"It's due tomorrow..." He whines helplessly, and Jack can't help the way his magic drifts towards him like a fond smile, combing the knots and embers out of Davey's rampant curls. Davey makes a soft little sigh, his magic pushing gently against Jack's own - not hostile in any way, just a need to feel and be felt in return.

"C'mon, Dee, what's up? Spell Theory's your bitch most days!"

"I know!" Davey cries, flipping his hands towards the ceiling. "But I can't get this one, I just - ugh, it just won't fit in my head."

He pats his hand blindly on the bedspread as Jack sinks down next to him, until he's able to slap his palm over Jack's wrist.

"Tell me you're not done yet?" He pleads, just a little pathetically, blue eyes wide and so very pretty. "C'mon, Jack, please? Friends who fail together...?"

"Stay together." Jack finishes - tiny pencil-scratch illusions of two middle-school kids spitting into their palms flicker across Davey's walls. "But not this time."

"Jaaaack!"

"I'm sorry!" Jack snickers as Davey whines helpessly. "I handed mine in early."

"You?" Davey scoffs. "You don't hand in anything until the last second!"

"Yeah, well, someone," Jack jabs him in the ribs playfully, "started getting on my ass about illusionary college and applying myself and aw, pwetty pwease, Jackie, won't you just try-"

He's effectively cut off by Davey whacking a pillow into his face.

"I don't sound like that!" He giggles. Jack pouts, rubbing his nose, and Davey rolls his eyes. "Oh, please, that was deserved."

He pauses for a moment, blinking at Jack's head, and a slow, curious smile spreads across his lips.

"You're doing it again."

Jack raises an eyebrow.

"Your hair."

Jack's hand flies to his cornrow braids - sure enough, the thick strands have magicked themselves into a gradient of sunset-orange into soft, pastel pink. Davey snorts into his blanket, and Jack knows his magic must be ringing in embarrassment.

"Oh - ha ha, laugh it up-!"

He reaches up a hand to comb the colour out - but thin fingers wrap around his wrist.

"Leave it," Davey says quietly. "It's pretty."

#it's a sudden cut off but it's all i could really do... still i really like it and i hope you enjoyed!! #i couldnt really figure out how to make it SPECIFICALLY 2000s but. i hope you liked it anyways! #(michael ahomka lindsay thank u for your service to jack's hair) #(i mean thank u MAL for ur service to jack overall but i wanna do stuff w jack's hair so badly) #(if i ever write the hades/persephone au it's gonna be BIG. bantu-knots made of flowers. locs covered in frost in the winter. ough. hair.) #newsies #uksies #west endsies #livesies #javid #javey #jack kelly #david jacobs #davey jacobs #pigeon scribbles #ask #gays4galadriel

[solianapaeris]

#tried bantu knots and they came out well #personal #my face #me #my cat left her fish plushie in the background #curly hair #natural hair #bantu knots #autumn #winter #green #layers

[hotmess-exe]

oooooooh i'm going to a y2k night on fridayyyyyy

#YESSS #FINALLY A REASON TO SHOW OUT #and it's finally warm out #fuckkkkkkk i don't have my xtina skirt here yet 😭😭😭 #but it's ok i have SO many other options #YES #hotmess #hair is the question.... #i've already got it sectioned for a twist-out so maybe I should just adjust that into some bantu knots 😍 #I NEED CLEAR LIP GLOSS

[umberandmochaagate]

Not Nakia with the locs when I got faux locs in like I didn't gain confidence for a big chop after Lupita too 🫣🤭 copycat styles 🤣

#yes I've had bantu knots at one point when the first came out but unrelated to the trailers #i can count the times I go twin on both hands

[anhedonia2]

is anyone else uncomfortable when famous fat white women lose their weight? like, on a serious note it sends the message that dramatic weight loss is achievable and something within the realm of possibility— leading to it being expected. and with rebel wilson, it only reinforces the disrespect fat actors will face: instead of going to casting directors or whoever and saying “no, i refuse to play this role bc it is disrespectful to me and people with bodies like mine” she kowtowed to the demand that fat people make themselves thin in order to be comfortable, seen as peers and not objects or jokes.

and on an unserious note, when fat white women become thin… all they are now is a white woman. literally losing swag.

#i dont know all of what rebel’scmental health has been like so maybe this whole thing has been traumatic for her #which i respect #but as a famous fat woman… not sending a good message to whatever girls out there who look up to her #also the adele situation was esp uncomfortable bc iirc she was wearing ‘bantu knots’ in that photo (in quotes bc appropriation)

[filmcel]

I bought zooey Electra but I forgot she has tinsel in her hair and lord I hate it sooo much 😭😭😭

#would’ve bought a different one if I realized before #i still would’ve wanted her… but i would’ve waited. cuz she’s gorgeous otherwise #captain’s log #i would’ve gotten Karla instead…. #ALSO.. ik i could take out the tinsel but i’m scared to take out her bantu knots cuz ik i won’t be able to do it again

[khadijah551]

BANTU KNOTS UPDATED

Please do not reupload as your own

Do not put behind a paywall!!

Feel free to do whatever you want with it for personal use only

Have fun with it!!

Male 

Found in Hair

Includes Sim Download

BANTU KNOTS

24 Swatches (Maxis Match)

Here is the SKIN I used for the sim(the file was too big to put in the sim zip file)

I've updated the LODs! (this will allow the hair to be shown when zoomed out)

Just take out the old bantu knots download and replace it with this new download!

Patreon (free)

Patreon (free) Updated

#ts4 #ts4cc #ts4 hair

[blackexcellence]

Art by @lehuckbadu

African Hair Threading

Hair Threading has been part of the Black hair scene for many generations. It consists of wrapping sectioned hair in thread. This method of wrapping the hair in thread strengthens the hair without excessive manipulation, which is beneficial for your strands. Not only does the style strengthen the hair, but it also promotes growth.

The style comes from Sub-Saharan African countries and grew its popularity in West Africa, particularly, South Nigeria. Learn more here

Art by Izzakko via @blacklacerabbit

Bantu Knots and Hi-Top Fades

The Zulu people of southern Africa originated Bantu knots, a hairstyle where the hair is sectioned off, twisted, and wrapped in such a way that the hair stacks upon itself to form a spiraled knot (Source). Learn the history of Bantu Knots

The hi-top fade or flattop originated in the U.S. military around the ‘40s and ‘50s. By the mid-eighties, Black barbers began to reimagine the hairstyle, and due to its resemblance to Queen Nefertiti’s Empress headpiece, some speculated the hairstyle's origin. The hairstyle grew as a trend when worn by the like of Grace Jones, Doug E. Fresh, and Salt-N-Peppa.

Art by LaQuecya Allen via @nappy-by-nature

Afro

As far as hairstyles go, there's nothing Blacker than the Afro. In the 1960s, after decades of subjecting themselves to European beauty standards, Black folks decided to take back their hair. This newfound self-acceptance was widely known as the Black Is Beautiful movement, which sprang from the Black Power movement. The 'fro was rocked by Angela Davis, Huey P. Newton, and Jesse Jackson while fighting oppression; the hairstyle quickly emerged as a symbol of Black beauty, liberation, and pride.

Remember: tag your Black hair art with #BlackExcellence365 for a chance to be featured!

And keep your eyes out for next month's theme... 👀

#blackexcellence365 #blackjoyisblackexcellence #blackjoy #blackexcellence #black excellnece #black excellence 365 #all black everything #celebrating black history month #celebrating black culture #black culture #black lives matter #today in black excellence #black artist on tumblr #blktumblr #black hair #black tumblr

[beaniebitch69]

once my hair gets long enough to do puffs its over for u hoes

#god i cant wait #i also wanna try out bantu knots but ive been lazy and idk if ive got enough hair for it 😭

[luvjunie]

twirls my hair if you’re taking request uhhh— what about reader with tattoos like a full sleeve and piercings and maybe big hair like a fro, braids something that makes her stand out— basically she’s just real intimidating and popular too fast for her liking she just transferred school and the guys are trying to pounce on her but miles 42 is the one that catches her eye?

— a fresh start

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

summary: it’s your first day at a new school, and surprisingly, making a friend isn’t as hard as you thought it’d be. wc: 1,853

a/n: changed this up a little i hope you don’t mind! 100% unintentional but when my mind wanders i follow it 😭

Back at Brooklyn High, you were always told by teachers that school wasn’t a venue for your ‘personal fashion show’, but that it was a place for learning. And while you agreed, it wasn’t your fault that you looked the way you did… Well, that’s a lie. But you loved your look, and so did your peers.

While your hair was big and somewhat distracting to others, your dad always told you it reminded him of what your mom’s looked like the first time he met her, so you never bothered to change the way you styled it, no matter how much you dreaded putting it in bantu knots or doing a twist out every three days.

As for your face full of piercings, that was all you. It was something your dad didn’t favor at all, and he definitely didn’t understand how it was ‘a way for you to express and be true to yourself’, but that was the explanation you gave him, and eventually he accepted it. Though begrudgingly— it was still acceptance, so you took what you could get.

The first piercing was your eyebrow, and you’d done it in your bathroom when you were fourteen with a safety pin. One look at yourself in the mirror made you forget all about the throbbing pain radiating from your face, and just a week had passed before you were already thinking of another. You swore to your dad that it’d be the only one, and that you just wanted to try something new; until you wanted to try your belly button, your septum, and both of your nostrils. After that, It’s safe to say that everywhere you went, attention followed.

Expressing yourself through your clothes and accessories was just a part of who you were. And back at Brooklyn High, you were proud of the way you looked.

But you weren’t at Brooklyn High anymore.

The uniforms were drab at Visions academy. Every girl wearing the same two articles of clothing as the other; the same sad story for the boys. And to keep it a buck, if you were comparing visions to your old school, the atmosphere here sure looked a lot like a jail. And if not for the small loopholes you’d managed to locate in the dresscode, it would’ve felt like it, too.

The searing heat of curious eyes followed you the moment you entered the building, and you began to wonder if choosing to stand out on purpose was the best idea after all. It seemed at Visions, that came naturally for someone like you.

For a few reasons other than the ones you could change in five minutes, you didn’t fit in here. Not in the slightest.

With a wavered sigh and your books glued to your chest, you continued on to your first block, tuning out the whispers that were far from hushed.

It took you a little longer than the six minute passing period to discover your History class within the ginormous fluorescent halls, and when you finally stepped foot into the dimly lit room and noticed the Crash Course video playing on the projector, it dawned on you that they were already well into the lesson.

Almost everyone’s head lifted to look at you when you entered. Almost everyone’s head but a kid who was face down, drooling on his desk, and another whose gaze remained welded to a sheet of paper the graphite of his mechanical pencil was scribbling against. The familiarity of crisp parts and blue magic-sheened cornrows stood out to you first, and a small sense of comfort finally washed over you�� for a moment.

The video on the projector paused abruptly, and your teacher appeared to be the exact opposite of dazzled at your late arrival. Great.

“Nice of you to join us, miss…?”

“Y/n, sorry…” You cleared your throat and smiled more like grimaced apologetically, the chain clipped to the waistband of your skirt serving as an idle fidget. “Got lost, real big school.”

Mr. Benson, as it read on your printed class schedule, adjusted his glasses when he went to jot something down onto the paper below him. “Alright, y/n. You can sit next to…”

You watched as a few kids straightened up in their seats, attempting to look uninterested enough to play it cool, yet noticeable enough for the teacher to remember they existed and place your seat next to them.

“Morales. Raise your hand.”

The boy in question quietly clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pencil clacking against the wood of his desk when he set it down. It looked like his concentration had been broken, and instead of raising his hand, he lifted his head from where it was damn near nose deep in whatever he was doing, and just stared at you.

His slowed blinks gave you enough grounds to take a gander that he was the ‘Morales’ in question.

A stunted breath and a silent nod later, you made your way through the aisle of desks and smoothly slid into the one a pin-filled backpack had just been removed from.

You’d be crazy to not let your curiosity get the best of you, especially now that you were this close to where the brooding energy was coming from. So once your teacher unpaused the video, you stole a peek over at your new desk neighbor, and noticed that his right arm was now strategically placed over the geometric sketches on his paper.

Seeing as it was already mid-year and you were new to the huge school, you figured it’d be in your best interest to try and make at least one friend. You opened your mouth to introduce yourself to him, until a light tap on your shoulder from behind stole your attention.

“Umm, excuse me?”

You turned around to meet the freckled face of the boy who was sat behind you.

“Hm?”

“Yeah, sorry, but I can’t see over your hair. It’s kinda… in the way.”

It wasn’t necessarily what he said that bothered you, it was how he said it, and the fact that he barely stifled a laugh when he did.

Reclined in his chair with his arms crossed, Miles fought to hide the scowl threatening to twist his lips. The desks in this class were staggered, specifically to avoid the very issue of heads blocking the line of sight, meaning there was no way your hair was actually hindering his view.

“O-oh… Sorry, it does that. Sometimes.” Flustered, you nervously tried to press your hair down a little without ruining its shape, the one that took you a whole hour to achieve just this morning.

Miles assumed you were the girl his classmate was blabbing about just before the bell rung, remembering the brief yet detailed explanation of ‘fresh face, big hair, decked out uniform and kinda cute’. Poking fun at you must have been his pitiful attempt at flirting.

Miles suddenly spoke in your defense, eyes remaining on the screen in a bored daze.

“It’s not her fault you 5’2, James. Drink some milk when you get home, maybe you’ll have a growth spurt.”

You sent an inquisitive glance his way and kept it there. You hadn’t thought about what you expected his voice to sound like, or that the first time you’d hear it would be because of him defending you, but this was definitely a pleasant surprise. His voice was so smooth it put silk to shame, and it was a bit low, too, as if he’d just woken up a few minutes ago. Yet it didn’t sound as if he’d quieted his voice on purpose; something that led you to believe he was usually this soft spoken.

“Shut up, Miles.” James grumbled.

“Ain’t my fault you can’t flirt for shit. I’m tryna help you out.”

Some surrounding students close enough to hear the retort had snickered, and a laugh managed to leave your mouth before you could prevent it, resulting in a loud “SHHHH!” from the front of the class.

“That’s funny?” Miles’ hazel eyes floated over to you, swirling with mirth and pinning you in place.

He was joking, but his tone probably didn’t give off that vibe, seeing as you were gawking at him like a deer in headlights.

“I’m messin’ with you,” A small grin played on his face. “I’m Miles.”

“Oh,” an awkward chuckle relaxed your shoulders. “Y/n.” you responded quietly.

“Yeah… I know.” There was a hint of a chuckle beneath his voice. It seemed you’d forgotten that you revealed your identity to everyone just minutes ago.

But you couldn’t help it, you’d never seen a boy quite this pretty before, with lashes long enough to make you jealous and a smile you were certain owed its beauty to genetics, and not an expensive set of middle school braces.

He had six freshly done straightbacks with curved parts, and two clear beads hanging onto each tail that sat a little below his shoulders. It was then that you noticed the medium sized, gimmering stud he sported on his ear, and you deemed it safe to assume his other ear had the same. Cute.

Still feeling the heat of your eyes on his temple long after he’d averted his attention, Miles curiously glanced back at you, then teasingly nodded his head towards the front of the room.

“Pay attention,” he whispered, that same molten look in his eyes. “I don’t share notes.”

—

Class went by in a bit of a haze, to no surprise. It was extremely difficult to pay attention when the fear of your possibly-misshapen fro was on your mind. Today happened to be the one day you’d decided you didn’t need to bring your pick to school, the image of it sitting on your dresser emitting a disappointed sigh from you.

The tinny screech of chairs brought you back to the present, where class had been dismissed and students were shoving papers into their backpacks and shuffling out the doorway, all in a hurry to their next block.

Miles stood up from his seat, appearing to be in no rush.

“I like your hair, by the way.” he observed randomly. “Cool piercings, too.”

The compliment eased your nerves completely. It was genuine, as if he knew you were still thinking about what happened earlier.

“Thank you,” Tucking your notebook away, you looked up to see him sling his backpack over one shoulder. “for defending me earlier, too.”

“S’ no big deal.” he shrugged, but it was, to you.

“Cool braids, by the way.” you parroted through a lighthearted smile.

“Thanks,” Miles’ eyes panned to the floor when he felt himself grin. A habit of his you’d already managed to pick up on in your short knowing of him.

“I’ll catch you later.” He deemed with a two-fingered salute, other hand burrowing into the pocket of his pants.

Rising to your feet, you gave a small wave and watched as he headed out into the crowded hallway with the others; feeling a little less nervous to come to history class tomorrow.

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡ #across the spiderverse headcanons #across the spiderverse fanfiction #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x female reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fanfiction #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader

[kingfakey]

DAY OR NIGHT? ☀️🌑 april '23 cc haul

you know the drill! click for HD. 🥰

it was a weird month for me but here it is. big smoochies etc to @serenity-cc @sentate @trillyke @madlensims @nsves @belaloallure3 @greenllamas @simstrouble @dogsill @aharris00britney @sheabuttyr @daylifesims @gorillax3-cc

hesitantly wcif friendly but please check out @fakeyfinds before sending an ask, and please include a link to the post!

everyone's earrings can be found here!

DAISY. seona hair. daisy top. annie skirt. thrud dress. alecta boots.

BAILEY. liv hair. baddie top. hunter jeans. alecta boots. koni dress. acc top. biker boots.

RUBY. wildflower hair. cat beanie. new daze sweater. acc top. blue blood pants. cl!max sneakers. garcelle hoodie. yurena pants.

TESS. acacia bubbles hair. flower bodysuit. blue blood pants. cl!max sneakers. cesia dress. goldie boots.

HARPER. sabrina hair. garcelle hoodie. next level shorts. alecta boots. adrienne jacket. hunter jeans. goldie boots.

PIP. orange blossom curls. baby tee. teyma shorts. cl!max shoes. goldie dress. kate heels.

JOSEFINE. banya bantu knots. thrud top. goldie skirt. adrienne jacket. mallory skirt. alecta boots.

#ts4 edit #ts4 lookbook #ts4 render #💌 #feels so weird to only have two images up there....

[homiesondaweb]

This is my theory piece on astv Hobie's Backstory.

Despite the whole Punk lifestyle, living on a repurposed canal boat, minor rock star status, and having active warrants out for both his civilian and Spidey persona thing he's got going on. Hobie had a pretty normal childhood for a bit. 

His Pa managed the local radio stations and his Ma was a lead writer for the newspaper. Hobie found himself the baby out of 5 siblings and their 4 bedroom flat was just a bit too small for the 7 people family but it was great. 

The neighborhood was always lively with community get-togethers, music rattled the bricks and the air was always savory with smell of jerk. Hobie used to eat himself sick with coconut candy and orange cake every weekend. He liked going to 'school' which meant being crammed into Ms. Ngozi and Ms. Freedman's flat with the other neighborhood kids then being taught from books Ms. Freedman had smuggled in when she partnered with Ms. Ngozi. Reading, writing, history, debate, arithmetic, ethics, journalism, all kinds of science but Ngozi loved when Hobie would take a machine apart and remake it. 

His eldest siblings by about 12 years, twin brothers Hudson and Hector ran the 'Shop'. If you needed something fixed within their 6 block neighborhood you took it there. Cars, big appliances, medical equipment, radios, tvs, his brothers could fix it all. They'd fix it good, cheap or free and in a timely manner. (And they greatly encouraged their Little Bart brother to tinker) 

Next was is other older brother, Henry. He was only 9 years older than him. A photographer and worked under their mother getting dynamic shots for any article she posted. He introduced Hobie to a lot of artists and taught him how to observe the world around him. How to sneak in and out of it.

Then there was his only sister, Harley. She was closest in age to him, only 5 years older. She was a badass on the guitar and even slicker at the mouth. She debated anyone under a table and had a right hook to back it up. You never would have pegged her to be the one to run the community garden. Not with her self-done piercings, bleach painted jackets, head fully of bantu knots and black lipstick. But she did, she taught Hobie everything to know about growing orchids and tomatoes.

Life was good. Despite the rising police violence, cost of living, and the fumes of Oscorp rising. 11 year old Hobie didn't know it to be anything else. 

Then, he turns 12. Ma and Henry don't come home.

He's 12 and the Ngozi-Freedman homeschool is raided. He never sees them again but Harley fills her stage trunk with their books and records.

He's 12. Someone reported the shop and President Osborne new "certificate enforcement" squad torches the building. Hudson gets away but the Symbiotes bail out Hector to them and he only has one arm. 

He's 12. The government has taken over the radio station, firing Pa. The house becomes cramped with the equipment Pa had smuggled out. Hudson shows back up and he's as ghost as Hector.

He's 12 and half his friends are just faces on murals and the other half is sick from the water. The garden is sabotaged and the city fines Harley (how the fuck do you fine a 17 year old?) 

And there's a protest. Pa has taken over the radios in the city and rallies the people, he repeats Ma articles over and over informing the people about the propaganda, the contamination, the disappeared people, the injustice. He repeats them and repeated them as the twins litter the city with flyers using Henry's photos of the truth. 

And there's a protest. 

There's hundred of protests of all sizes, all over.

There's a riot. 

There's riots.

There's fire and panic and Symbiotes spill into the neighborhood like oil and-

Hobie turns 13, it's just him and Harley. 

Hobie turns 14, it's just him and Harley's guitar.

Hobie is 15, he's just some punk kid bit by a radioactive spider while trying to find shelter from a Symbiote raid. He uses this to his advantage. 

He turns 16 and instead of blowing out birthday candles he's smashing Harley's guitar through a fascist dictator head with his fellow super powered punks. (He can't think of a better wish)

He's 17 and Miguel makes a mistake in showing up to his dimension with an offer to join his 'society'. 

#spiderman across the verse #hobart brown #Hobie Brown #hobie brown headcanons #spider punk

[dozyrogue]

SOME MORE BLACK GIRL SUNNY HEADCANONS!!!!

Sunny is EXTREMELY tender headed because I say so, she whines a little and tubbo freaks out.

Tubbo spent 3 days learning what a silk press and still has no idea what that means.

SUNNY HAS 4C HAIR

The first time he did actual twist/braids he celebrated like he just won a war

Hes really good at parting her hair like her can make hearts and suns on her

And hes for sure made little pig tails that look like sun rays IMAGINE IT!!

Her pillow cases r silk dude

He asked richas parents to help him learn more hair styles and proper hair protects (thank you for the this one @fwern !!!!!)

Sunny asked for her own personal hair store and that's exactly what he did.

Sunny has a whole vanity set that's just accessories for her hair. Hair clips and hair barretts, has multiple organisers that hold all the beads she has.

SOME OF THEM ARE MADE OF DIAMONDS FOR SURE DUDE IMAGINE, SHE'LL LITERALLY BE A STAR.

Ask that man to braid he will laugh in your face. For suuree

Sunny absolutely rocks some Bantu knots. They also look like sun rays

Sunny has done like the hair puff mohawk thing and insisted they commit crimes because its a cool hair style

She wants locs and tubbo just stared at her for a long time because he has no idea what that means. Montage of him going to every other parent asking what the fuck that means.

He did a blow out for the first time before starting her hair and he believes its a gift from god

Look me in the eyes and tell me he would not ask her what color hair clips/bobos/barretts she wants and spend HOUUURRRSSS making them.

He will eventually learn crochet locs and twists and he is pretty good at it, again kinda like wiring a machine

WASH DAYS ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS, lovingly sunny is soooooooo fucking dramatic, and tubbo folds instantly if he thinks he's hurting.

She's quick to try and make a escape but he grabs her and just looks at her "that's not very material girl of u sunny" or "a star would NEVER do this"

Tubbo looks at her dead in the eyes and tell her if she gets sand in her hair she's not getting a new set of hair things. She proceeded to "cry" and he said sorry but also its kinda true.

Idk how but tubbo made a hot comb ok, i just know he has, since they are both very jumpy they both get burnt often. Tubbos supper sorry but Sunny's happy to look like her dad!!

Plans to find the people who make hair relaxer because he wants sunny to be proud of her coily hair even if he has problems fixing it for her

Different headcanon!!!?

Her backpack looks like a giant bow cuz I think it's cute and she deserves a giant bow backpack. And yes tubbo built a sewing machine and then taught himself how to sew

#qsmp tubbo #qsmp sunny #he loves her so much i promise u #yes hes making her own personal hair store and the shelves move #like the hannah montana closet

[yae-energy]

“you like my hair?” pt2: 2 fast 2 furious

synopsis: what i think their favorite hairstyles would be

cast: megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki

cw: nword usage

a/n: LMAOO,,, anyways here’s pt2 cause i had fun making the first part. def had to redo some of these cause tumblr aint save my draft 🖕🏽. there most def will be a pt3

—

megumi - bantu knots

- loves them (and for obvious reasons these shits cute asf)

- lwk doesn’t comprehend how your hair even stays like that without unraveling or smth so whenever you’re doing your hair he just watches you like:

👁️ 👁️

- like damn my nigga back up 😭

- mf will literally be taking notes so he can learn how to do your hair, that way you don’t gotta “abandon him” so someone else can do your hair

- be watching them yt tutorials while he tries to practice on an olddddd doll gojo got tsumiki

- whenever he goes over to your house he tries to be all sneaky and goes through all your products so he can see what you use the most and stock up on it at his house

- gets shy when he asks gojo to take him to your favorite hair store cause that mf can’t keep his mouth closed to save his life

- genuinely thinks you look so mesmerizing, esppp with your edges done

- it’s so classy to him 🤷🏽‍♀️

- i also think he’d really loveeeee finger waves

- bro will start barking and acting a fool

- reminds him of a mermaid

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yuji - natural locs

- don’t get him started (me too dawg 😔)

- he don’t even know where to start

- loves how soft they look

- loves loves lovessss when you add little accessories like beads and stuff

- helps you retwist your hair

- cause what nigga finna be touchin all his his lady head???? he’s not a fan of that

- his favorite loc style is the half up half down two ponytails (iykyk 🤷🏽‍♀️)

- lovesssss when you 2 strand twist them

- also loves the curly look

- if you threaten to comb them out bro will start HOLLERING

- like ofc you can do wtv with your hair but he just loves your locs

- smells the loc gel

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nobara - wash n’ go’s

- it’s efficient and she’s all about efficiency

- even if the actual wash day itself takes hours 😭

- thats ok tho!

- she’s absolutely in love with your curls like omgggg

- loves when you do puffs cause she thinks they’re just so simple and cute

- like you can never go wrong with a puff

- also doesn’t mind slick backs but knows all that gel prob isn’t good for your hair and it makes her worried LOL

- ESP LOVES TWIST/BRAID OUTS

- the curl definition just be so immaculate

- after you finish your hair she takes a bunch of pictures to post

- takes you out as a treat cause wash days be so tiring

- cleans up all your stuff when you’re done cause you alr did so much work, she knows them arms are tired 😔

- lwk is surprised you aren’t a damn body builder by now

- asks if she can help detangle your hair

- makes sure to be real gentle incase you’re tender headed

- is always showing you a style she saw somewhere and asks if you can try it out on your hair

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[delightfully-deranged-dagur]

TD OCs Redesigns part 2! At long last!

Lulu

This Clown didn't change much in concept but she definitely changed in design.

Previously I already made a more casual look for her when she's not performing, and that became the basis for her redesign. Her old outfit will be repurposed for her performance outfit. Still need to draw that.

Besides that she got a new hairstyle! And a hint of that Pinkie Pie inspired front swirl.

Madileighn

The Influencer had a massive overhaul from her 1st look to her 2nd. The first look I've actually recycled for her mom's design. Who I'll post here eventually.

Anyway Madi got a warmer yellow tone, some bangs and a shorter coat. She's still looking fabulous!

Marlo

The Prankster kept a lot of his original elements. Purple + green colors, curly black hair and a bomb on his clothes.

The hoodie became a jacket. The hair got more sharper in the back and the bomb was moved to his shirt. His shorts and nose kept changing but I finally settled on something I like.

Olive

The Shy Doormat stayed very consistent in design. The clothes just became baggier, the nose changed shape and her colors more muted.

But she still hates the spotlight and is still a lesbian disaster.

Parvati

Immediately, the Mythology Buff became more tomboy-ish. Her features became a lot more sharper and a bit more androgynous.

Her outfit stayed the mostly it just evolved. Less cluttered details. A more eye pleasing color pallette. All changes for the better.

Phoenix

He's a menace this one. Definitely the one that gave me the most trouble redesigning.

Like Parvati I removed a lot of unnecessary details and gave him a more eye pleasing pallette. His skintone got a cooler undertone to better see the line work.

And the big change. His hair. Less knock-off Hobie Brown and more his own person. I'm very thankful for my friend Howai for giving me the idea for locs.

Rachel

Ah Rachel. The Rodeo Star. Who actually started out as a pathetic Heather Wannabe. She became something way different. Now an antagonist more in line with Bowie.

Her design barely changed from V2 to V3. Just changed her bangs direction and gave her abs. Why mess with perfection?

I just realized Rachel gained boots and lost her sandals, while Madileighn lost her boots and gained sandals. Huh. Fun trade-off.

Raheem

The Oblivious Hearth Throb is still as good looking as ever.

Now he gets to take his hair down and really make people swoon. Not that he realizes.

I basically made his outfit more warm weather oriented then cold. Also, he went from green to gray. A more neutral color helps him stand out from the cast.

Sasha

Now if Rachel isn't the one with the least changes. Then it's Sasha. I struck gold with the first design. And she barely changed after that.

The 2 big differences are her hair, from flowing waves to bantu knots. And her concept.

Originally she was a singer going on TD to promote herself. Now she's a nepo-baby who's uncle got her onto the show. She doesn't realize her well connected, rich girl experiences aren't universal.

Tony

Last and certainly never least. The Short-Tempered Greaser.

Tony's outfit barely changed. Just some color adjustments. But his body definitely changed. The 2nd time I designed as someone short and not just shrunk someone down.

The big difference this time is his hair. I love the pompadour+swirl but I wanted something different to differentiate him from how i draw Johnny Spirit. So he got a quaff. I think that's the right word.

Anyway lastly his pose makes his personality more clear. He's cranky and impatient.

Thank you for joining me and listen to me ramble about these guys.

I'm hoping to get the first chapter of my OC season out sometime this year. So stay tuned.

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