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selkiecoded · 2 months

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wait i just remembered i DO have unposted orv stuff that i can post for kim dokjas birthday. 2k of hot supreme king x reader fic dont like dont read!!!1!! orginal characarter do not steal!!!!!

(or, Yoo Joonghyuk takes a pit-stop in one of the world-lines. An old friend offers to pay for dinner.)

[Ah, late, so late! I can't believe I missed my alarm! And on my first day of work too... I was so worried, when I got off the train, I started running the rest of the way to the company. Hopefully nobody would notice that I was late. I had to get a new job after my boyfriend dumped me, and I couldn't afford to live on my previous salary.

As I rushed to the building, I had to push past many people to get to the doors. In my haste, however, I accidentally tripped! When I fell, I landed against something hard. "Oof!"

"Hey," a menacing voice said. "Watch where you're going next time! Don't be so quick to touch me!" Eep!

I stepped back quickly, bowing as deep as I could. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean t..." When I looked up I trailed off, becoming even more panicked. Ah, I recognized that man!

He looked down at me with a handsomely striking gaze. "You. What is your name?"

"I-It's L/N Y/N. Um, again, I'm so sorry... CEO-nim!" I bowed again. A nose and a chin shaped in perfect angles; a pair of deep eyes seemingly carved out of beautiful jewels; soft hair styled fashionably to frame his face... His suit, too, looked quite beautiful. I really messed up this time. Not only was I late, but I ran into the CEO of the company, the powerful Yoo Jo--]

I stopped there. I didn't bother to learn the name of the poor idol whose name had been stolen for this. Why was I even reading this? Reader-inserts were meant for wish fulfillment, but they always did something that took you out of the story. For the first part, I'd pay much more attention to my surroundings than that.

I pocketed my phone again, sighing. Perhaps I was the cynical one here? They were probably just written by young girls, daydreaming about getting to talk to a beloved character or idol, and was that so horrible? Actually, I believed in chance meetings, but I felt like the one here was a little too contrived...

Many thoughts went through my head as I stepped through a convenience store. Buying dinner after work was the only good thing about my job, I should just quit. Perhaps that would get me closer to the path of meeting a handsome CEO? How laughable.

I was still thinking this when I moved forwards again. But this time, when I walked, I ran directly into a hard wall.

No, wait? I had been to this store many times, and there wasn't anything blocking the entryway the other times. I stepped back, confused, to find my 'wall' staring back at me. Ah... Perhaps I should've read that story until the end.

The man in front of me had a good face. He certainly looked like he could be the menacing protagonist. But, how do I put this? Everything below the neck ruined the effect.

He was wearing an astronaut's spacesuit, even with the helmet tucked in his arms, but he wore a black trenchcoat over that, making his form extra bulky. At the same time, strange rips were visible against it. Not a romance protagonist, then. Sci-fi? But the coat screamed chuunibyou characterization...

"Ah, sorry, I wasn't watching, excuse me..."

The man was still staring at me, and if anything his expression grew more annoyed. What did he want me to say? Should I chastise him for standing in the middle of the walkway?

Before I said anything, or even managed to go around him, a young girl peeked out from behind his back. She was dressed more normally, in casual clothes with a fuzzy jacket, but still stood out just by being around him. When she saw me, her first reaction was curiosity, but after a moment, her eyes widened in surprise and an unprecedented amount of delight.

"Oh, it's okay! I promise his bark is worse than his bite. Hey, you're from around here, yes? Do you have some money we can borrow?"

Huh?

The man turned to glare at the shameless girl instead. "We don't need money. Especially not from… them."

"Yes, yes. You're a big scary terrorist, you steal what you can't buy. Isn't that too much though? You're already beating poor authors senseless, how much crime do you need to commit before your dark heart is satisfied?"

I quickly turned on my heel and walked in the opposite direction.

"Hey, hey!" The girl's voice called out again, and I could hear her running to follow me. With a sigh, I paused and looked back at her. I didn't want someone like her friend chasing me, so it would be better to just hear her out.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you must think we're acting quite weird! But, really, we don't have any money. If you can, could you spare just a couple of dollars?"

"Mm, I don't know. If you're that desperate isn't it better to be more polite in asking? What happened, did you lose it all on a scam?" No, wait, what was I saying? I didn't want to deal with these guys longer than I had to. Just talking to them would make me stick out very badly.

Still, for some strange reason, I couldn't stop myself from taking on a familiar tone.

Her friend gave her a mean look, which she ignored, before glancing at me. After a second, he said, "We were mugged."

I blinked at him. "I see..." He gave a pained nod as if to really emphasize his plight, while the girl just smiled. When she noticed my gaze on her, her expression switched to that of grim sincerity.

I had to take a moment to step back and mentally collect myself. First off, how stupid did they think I was? Not only was their acting terrible, but who would honestly think a guy like this was attacked? And lost?

Still, there was a hint of realism in their performance. Definitely not mugged, but maybe they were actually broke?

I sighed to myself, folding my arms and looking up at the ceiling. Ah, what should I do? Most people would just ignore them, or perhaps the chosen few would spare them just enough won for a small meal.

I wasn't a kind person. No more than anyone else was, anyways. My philosophy was that it's best to go through life not making waves, and sometimes the politeness required to slip under the radar was misconstrued as kindness. Still, when the common consensus split so unevenly, that left one question: what would I, Y/N, do? After all, 'myself' was the only thing I could be.

I sighed again, much more exhausted this time. "Okay, let's go get dinner. Follow me."

The man's eyes shook slightly, reluctance evident in his expression. Still, when I started to walk out of the store, they followed after me. Damn, being followed by a guy in that outfit was truly humiliating...

The girl caught on much quicker, hurrying to match my pace. "Haha, isn't this sweet? Going out is much better than convenience store food. You're so nice... Mm, I don't think I caught your name?"

"Ah... Yes, my name is L/N Y/N."

"Y/N?" She echoed. My name sounded strange in her mouth for whatever reason. Maybe I just wasn't used to hearing people not from work use it. In fact, she had an odd look on her face, but it passed quickly. "I see. It's a good name!"

I smiled faintly, shrugging. "Thank you. Though, I guess you should be telling my parents that more than me."

"Aah, well, I'm Biyoo! And you can just call him the 'Supreme King.'"

I immediately shot back, "I am not calling him that," the same time our titular king went, "Do not call me that."

A moment of silence passed between us, as though he was seriously debating something. Finally, he spoke, seeming deeply annoyed. "Yoo Joonghyuk."

Was that his name, then? His manners were bad, but I let it slide for now. He would just have to thank me very sincerely for buying him food.

"Here, this place does cheap meal sets. Sorry, I know I offered, but it's nothing fancy..."

Biyoo seemingly paid this no mind, while Yoo Joonghyuk shot me an inscrutable look. Hey, at least I had some money. He was in no place to judge. Even if this would mean I'd be eating leftovers for the next couple of days.

The restaurant sat us down quickly. Biyoo and I pulled our chopsticks apart cheerfully. Yoo Joonghyuk kept his utensils untouched, however.

"What is it? I already apologized that it isn't too nice."

"I don't eat food made by others."

His voice was deadly serious. Who was this arrogant bastard? No, actually, both of them were rude. Why was I humoring them to this extent?

Finally, I shrugged. "Okay then, your choice. What's this I heard about you stealing from convenience stores? Perhaps I should go alert the workers there, I wouldn't want their jobs to be in danger just because some man decided thievery was better than perfectly good food, already paid for..."

He glared at me, but I ignored him, eating happily. Ah, the rice here was so fluffy, I never got it like this when I made it at home.

Biyoo laughed, which prompted me to look up. To my satisfaction, Yoo Joonghyuk had picked up the chopsticks and was gruffly taking his share.

"So, Y/N-ssi, tell us about yourself! I'd very much like to know about the person who's been so hospitable to us poor mugging victims."

"Well, firstly, you don't need to pretend to have been attacked to me. I already bought you food. I don't need your sob story."

"Aha, what gave it away?"

"Secondly, there's not much to say about me.. If anything, I'm more interested in your story."

"I'm sure that's not true! Let's see... What do you do for a job that lets you provide for two stragglers?"

She avoided my questioning easily. Was it okay to be giving out my information like this to two strangers? Perhaps they'd kill me after we finished eating.

"I work at an editing company. You’re just lucky I can stretch my budget these days, or we’d all be going hungry. It’s not exactly freelance? But the jobs are varied enough that it keeps me engaged."

"So, you read for a living?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked, looking unexpectedly interested.

"Er, I suppose that's one way to put it... It's a lot of typesetting and indexing meaningless writing. I do like reading fiction in my free time, though," I confirmed. "Not that I have a lot of that, of course..."

"Webnovels?"

I stopped short. "What was that?"

Yoo Joonghyuk asked again, in a patient tone, "Do you read webnovels?"

It felt like being caught reading said webnovels during work, even though my phone was firmly in my pocket, and this guy had definitely seen stranger things than a reader of webnovels. After all, they had to be read to be popular.

"Yes, a little bit... But they'd almost be harder to avoid these days."

Yoo Joonghyuk and Biyoo shared a meaningful look, though it appeared less like they were making fun of me, and more like they were commiserating on some unknown truth to my words.

"What's your favorite genre?"

"I don't know, maybe reincarnation? They can include both action and romance, so it can diversify. Isn't it a nice thought that after I die, I could come into a world where I could be even happier?"

"You shouldn't think like that," Yoo Joonghyuk said, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not as if it's ever going to come true."

He carried on like he didn't hear me. "While you shouldn't completely forsake your plan for the future, nor can you forget the past that shaped you, you have to live in the present. You must live to give yourself the best life possible now, with what you have, rather than thinking things would get better if you had the chance to repeat them."

I stared at him for a long moment, surprised, before I... I burst out laughing. His face darkened, but I couldn't control myself. Biyoo giggled a little with me, patting his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm not dismissing what you're saying. You're just so serious about it. You act like you've repeated your life many times." I grinned at him, rubbing tears out of my eyes. "I have no intention of dying anytime soon. It's just daydreams, anyways."

It was so odd being with the two of them, but I didn't hate it. Feeding them, telling them about my life, and Yoo Joonghyuk's heartfelt words. It made me feel as if we had known each other for a long time, even though it had been less than an hour.

We stayed like that for a while, talking and eating in a way that felt strangely comfortable. It had been a long time since I had last eaten with other people, especially with people so strange. I’d have to tell someone about this. But… who?

As we finished up, I thought about it. Without me asking, they offered to walk me home, and just for the fun of it, I decided I’d let them.

I’d tell my roommates, I realized. They’d berate me for having strangers come to our home, but then they’d laugh, and we’d keep a baseball bat by all of our beds. I’d tell my co-workers, who would make jokes about me treating them to dinner too. I’d tell my family, my mother fussing over whether I needed money and my sister calling me a liar for claiming Yoo Joonghyuk was dressed like an astronaut. There were plenty of people to tell, who’d want to hear about something so insignificant, who would just want to hear from me. How could I have forgotten?

When we arrived at my apartment building, we all hesitated for a long moment, none willing to be the first to say goodbye. Finally, I said, “You know, I should probably ask that you pay me back at some point.”

Biyoo smiled sadly. “Well, I doubt we’ll see each other again.”

“True. But just keep it in mind, okay?”

“Stingy,” Yoo Joonghyuk tsked and I shrugged good-naturedly.

“Thanks for walking me. I could’ve handled it on my own, but it was nice.” I worked my key out of my bag as I spoke, turning to the building. “I hope you two have a good night.” However, before I could even go inside, Biyoo reached out and clutched my sleeve desperately.

“Wait!” She burst. "Before you go, we... There's a story we want you to read! A webnovel, like the kind you enjoy. You definitely have to read it! Do you promise?"

I smiled at her earnestness. Wasn't she a bit cute? She almost reminded me of a puppy. "Alright, alright, I promise. What's the name?"

"That..." Biyoo pouted. "There isn't a name yet. It isn't released yet."

"Then how am I supposed to read it? Even when it gets published, I won't be able to find it."

"No, it's okay! I'm sure you'll find it once it starts getting released, and you'll definitely come to love that story. You made a promise to read it, so don't go back on that promise."

"Ahh, you expect so much from me. What do you want me to do, read every new webnovel until I somehow find the one you're talking about?" Despite my exaggerated words, she nodded, and all I could do was laugh. "Fine, fine! Is it a sad or happy story? I like most everything, but I should prepare myself if it's anything too sad."

Instead of her answering, Yoo Joonghyuk began, "L/N Y/N..." I glanced over at him, confused. His voice was full of inexplicable longing when he asked, "Are you happy?"

"Hah? What's that supposed to mean? If I say yes, are you going to tell me to get used to never being happy because of it?" It was a joke, but his expression was deadly serious. I gave a helpless laugh, but matched his sincerity when I told him, "I... Yeah, Yoo Joonghyuk. I'm happy. I wasn't for a long time, but I'm really happy right now."

He smiled. It was a smile that was forged from years of loneliness and hardship, but finding a way to live despite it all. I recognized it, because I saw the same exact smile in my mirror every day.

"It's a happy story."

"Then I promise I'll read it."

Biyoo gave me one last hug before she left. "We'll both do our best, alright? So, stay happy, for the rest of your life."

Those two were so strange. Still, I watched from in front of the building as they walked down the empty sidewalk, towards the setting sun, until they disappeared completely from view.

#not a wip! its finished! just not substantial enough for me to want to stick it onto my writing account.#i started writing this before the side stories started coming out and was planning to make it longer before finishing it #but after several months of putting it down i decided i liked it and met it where its at.#selk.write #also im SO GOOD at kdj characterization i cant remember if it stayed but the original blurb was like i believe in fated meetings.. but isnt #this a little too crazy!? and then i reread the bit in paradise where jhw @ kdj was like ah youre the sort who believes in fated meetings..#orv

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professorcalculusstanaccount · 1 year

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modern au fits! basically wanted to translate some of tintin’s most iconic looks.

From left to right, top to bottom:

- His basic day-to-day - just a crew neck sweater, white t-shirt, cargo joggers and a pair of leather trainers. The big baggy trousers Tintin famously wears are plus fours - breeches that extend four inches below the knee (hence the name!). They were introduced in the 20s and gained popularity as sportswear in the 30s as they allowed a greater range of movement. I gave Tintin cargo joggers for that sporty feel while still keeping him feeling preppy, and pockets are always useful! Snowy wears a collar now.

- A take on the Yellow Shirt and Grey Sweater Vest Look from the earlier comics, a long sleeve baseball t-shirt with the corresponding colours! isnt menswear exciting

- Thought an all blue tracksuit and plimsolls with a baseball cap and glasses to hide his face would be fun as I guess dressing in traditional Chinese clothing wouldn’t make much sense as a disguise in modern day China. Chang would wear yellow crocs.

- The spacesuit! When Herge wrote Destination Moon and Explorers on the Moon the moon landing didn’t happen yet - it was a piece of speculative science fiction. He modelled his suits very closely to actual speculative spacesuits from scientific sources. In a similar spirit I based this design off the MIT Bio-Suit, an experimental spacesuit that uses elasticity to maintain pressure on the human body rather than gas pressurisation which is used currently. The idea is to reduce bulk, which should make mobility easier. We’re probably still a long way from using spacesuits like this but hey!

- basically looked up what modern mountaineering equipment looks like today. I imagine the bright colours help with spotting climbers out in the snow - there’s a part of Mt Everest called Rainbow Valley - it’s so-called because the colourful coats of various dead climbers dot the landscape, frozen in place because it’s too dangerous to retrieve the bodies. Sherpas often risk their lives for poor pay to the benefit of wealthy tourists wanting a bit of Everest glory - Herge made efforts to point this out in Tintin in Tibet through the character of Tharkey. Sadly things haven’t seemed to have changed much in that regard.

- A bomber jacket with a fur lined hood and snow boots. I absolutely loved his outfit in The Shooting Star, and Snowy’s little bib and pink ribbon! style icons honestly

#fanart #tintin #Adventures of Tintin #snowy #milou #modern au #destination moon #explorers on the moon #tintin in tibet #the shooting star #the blue lotus #photoset #woof the first drawings in this set are rough #you can see my drawings get better as the set continues lmao #abdullah bullies him for having Zero Drip #tintin dresses for comfort and practicality

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thethirdromana · 1 year

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Kerr Avon's costumes, rated

The sequel to Romana II's costumes, rated, here by popular* request! (*maybe not very popular.)

Screengrabs from here (copied rather than linked per their FAQs). Invaluable record of what Avon actually wears in which episode from here. I haven't included overcoats, spacesuits, or anything Avon doesn't actively choose to wear, like prison clothes. Which means that rating this monstrosity

is left as an exercise for the reader.

I've also not done every single variation on black jackets with studded panels, even when they are technically different black jackets with studded panels, because otherwise we'd be here all night.

As seen in Space Fall and Cygnus Alpha.

Ugh. It's fine. The heights of bonkersness that Blake's 7 costume design would reach are not even really hinted at here. It's a perfectly reasonable outfit - grey shirt, grey trousers, grey tabard-thing. Add a name badge and Avon could be stocking shelves in a fancy supermarket. I'll allow that it does look comfortable, which will not be a theme of much else on this list. 5/10.

As seen in Time Squad.

I don't hate the brown patchwork thing (though brown is rightly Blake's colour), but what's going on with the larger square over his stomach? I feel like he's about to do some welding or something and it's there to protect his clothes, but it is his clothes. Avon only wore this outfit once, and who can blame him? 2/10.

As seen in The Web, Seek-Locate-Destroy, Mission to Destiny, Duel, Project Avalon, Breakdown, and Deliverance.

I think this one may have suffered from the passage of time. Because I look at it and think, why has Avon chosen to dress like an old-fashioned stereo system? But from the vantage point of 1978, I guess Avon had chosen to dress like a decidedly modern stereo system. Look at those rounded corners, he could be a first-gen iPod. And the matching grey of collar and cuffs is a nice touch. None of this answers the question of why he has buttons across his tits, but there are some things that are not for us to know. 8/10.

As seen in Bounty and Orac.

Oooh, green. Green is a nice change. And if you're watching Blake's 7 and you're enjoying those green sleeves, you'd better make the most of them, because other than one very notable exception, this is the last time that Avon wears an outfit that isn't brown, white, black or shades of grey for the entire rest of the series. The rest of it looks a bit like someone's Star Trek Discovery uniform cosplay got out of hand. 6/10, because green.

As seen in Redemption and Killer.

Obviously, this is a classic. And full marks to Paul Darrow for wearing a costume that was literally bought from a sex shop and making it look like something that anyone might wear to their normal day of fighting oppression and engaging in homoerotic tension. 10/10.

As seen in Shadow, Horizon, Gambit, and Children of Auron.

OK fine I threw away the term "classic" too soon, this is the true classic, the time Avon decided to dress as a thermal blanket and then pair that with thigh-high boots. ICONIC. What I love about this is aside from being batshit, it's actually kind of a nice outfit? I imagine that shiny fabric was absolute hell to work with but the gathering at the shoulders means it hangs surprisingly well.

It also gains at least 5 bonus points for featuring in this, one of my all-time favourite Blake's 7 moments:

I wish I could find it as a gif, but you'll just have to join me in pretending these images are moving instead. And in heaving a nostalgic sigh for the era when men were allowed to have normal bodies on TV. 15/10.

As seen in Shadow.

I've tried to go for just one main outfit per episode, because this is already very long and we're only about halfway through. But I had to make an exception for matching! outfits! And all the better for being an outfit that looks great on all three of them. I only wish that Avon could have had some silver boots like Jenna is wearing, I think it would really have completed the look. 9/10.

As seen in Weapon, Pressure Point, Countdown, and Dawn of the Gods.

In some ways, this costume is quite practical. Avon is wearing something not a million miles from bikers' leathers here, and the quilted part of the chest and back would presumably offer him a bit of protection if he got into a fight. But also, it's the colour and style of a brothel sofa, and there's no way in hell he could wear this and retain the ability to lift his arms above his head.

God, I love this show. 10/10.

As seen in Trial, Hostage, Voice From the Past, The Keeper, Star One, Aftermath, and Powerplay.

I have less to say about this because - and I mean this in full tribute to the Blake's 7 costume designers - it's just a nice jacket! It stays in keeping with the design trends we see throughout the series, with panels of different fabrics, and spacewear shiny silver bits, but ultimately you could wear this on the street today and no one would give you a second look. I quite like that about it. 8/10.

As seen Aftermath. (And the loose black shirt in Voice From the Past is similar too).

Maybe this is just my mid-00s goth-adjacent phase showing through, but I am, and always will be, a sucker for a man in this kind of shirt. 8/10, please don't make me justify this further.

As seen in Volcano and Rumours of Death.

The first of many similar black outfits, where I'm going to be selective or this will get tedious very quickly. I think this is the best of them; after this, the 80s started up in earnest, and Avon's shoulders were never allowed to be their natural width again. 9/10.

As seen in The Harvest of Kairos.

My parents haven't been camping in years, but somewhere in the attic they still have an old tent, which lives in a bag that looks a lot like this outfit. As if I needed any more reasons to dislike The Harvest of Kairos. 1/10.

As seen in Ultraworld.

Avon what are you doing. Brown is not your colour. I think I might headcanon that this is Blake's jacket, because aside from the brownness it also seems to be a fair bit too big for Avon. After a couple of seasons of squeezing him into the lobster outfit and other tight leather things, the costume designers seem to have swerved hard into boxy shapes from this point onwards. I disapprove. Honestly, I was going to skip this one except that I love what Dayna is wearing. Wish Avon could have some of that energy. 2/10.

As seen in Death-Watch.

Let's pause for a second, look to the left, and appreciate that Dayna is wearing another fabulous outfit. Now let's take a deep breath, and look at the utter monstrosity that Avon is wearing. Like a matador crossed with a bumper car. 0/10.

As seen in Rescue, Power, Traitor, Stardrive, Animals, Headhunter, Orbit, Warlord, and Blake.

Avon wears some kind of black jacket with studs for nearly all of season D, but I've picked this as the definitive one. I don't know if there's some kind of clever character development thing going on here with how big this costume is, like Avon is expanding into his leadership role, but weighed down by the responsibility too. It could be deliberate, it could just be what fashion was like in the early 80s.

What I do know is that however meaningful this costuming might be, it's not flattering. 5/10, and Avon finishes the series, sadly, no better dressed than he began it.

#blake's 7 #costuming #kerr avon #paul darrow #i'm game for doing Servalan next though tbh i'd prefer Jenna so i can look at some actual colours

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thunderstomm · 9 months

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As someone who love collectible blind box figures and Monster High, i have always been very captivated by G2's Monster High Minis. I love a lot of the concepts they came up with, and honestly, some of them were wasted being just minis, and should have gotten dolls. Then again- I would not trust G2 to make these waves look good.

I would, however, want to see these ideas in the style of G1 dolls! I wanted to take a moment to share some of the minis i found cute, and how I think they could be made into an adorable doll.

I only have plans for this one post at the moment but I MAY do a part two if this one goes well!

(This Image Is Just Here As an Example of What The Minis Look Like)

Mermaid Catty Noir

If Great Scarrier Reef was a little better- I think they could have made the idea of mermaid dolls work. This Catty mini is super cute, and i love the shade of yellow they chose for her tail. I think that she could make a cute doll, if they made her swim top with similar ruffles to her core doll's shirt, but in silver, and perhaps having the hair fall in loose curls- something a Catty doll has never really had. This Catty would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

Candy Ghouls Lagoona Blue

Sweet Screams was a very small but beloved line, and I think that some of the themes for the Candy Ghouls minis could be adapted wonderfully to suit this theme- and my favorite idea would have to be this bubblegum Lagoona Blue. The bright blue hair with yellow streaks, paired with a ruffly yellow and pink polka-dot dress would be such a fun doll concept, and i'd love to see a Neptuna quite literally made as a bubble. I also think she could sport an adorable pair of heels with circular pumps. This Lagoona would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

Glow In The Dark Venus McFlytrap

This Venus mini is absolutely adorable, and the skeleton pattern reminds me a lot of early 2000s scene, which I think could be a fun vibe for Venus. They could keep her skeleton tee, but add some fishnet gloves, and a big green-and-pink mesh skirt, held up by a chunky belt, and some big platform shoes. Of course, she'd still glow in the dark too. This Venus would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

Fruit Frankie Stein

It's a crime that not many doll lines don't do fruit-themed lines, and I that Monster High could do an awesome job at this concept. This Frankie would be so cute with a Kiwi-themed headband, and brown and green streaks in her hair. I would give her a kiwi-themed jacket and green shirt, and change her skirt to be brown, as well as giving her some tights and jewelry. This Frankie would be in the style of a G1 Doll.

All Of The Space Monsters

I adore space themed lines, and this was a big missed opportunity! I would have loved to see all of the characters included in holographic, spacesuit inspired fashion. I think that large boots, fun skirts, clear plastic accessories and cute visors could have made this wave. And honestly- I think G3 could do an even better job at it than G1! All of the characters in the wave are in G3 and it would be such a cool line to see them make! This line could be in the style of G1 or G3 Dolls.

#thunderstomm #monster high #monster high g1 #monster high g3 #catty noir #frankie stein #draculaura #clawdeen wolf #venus mcflytrap #lagoona blue #abbey bominable #deuce gorgon #cleo de nile #monster high minis #monster high g2 #ari hauntington #moanica dkay #twyla boogeyman #rochelle goyle

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fairykukla · 6 months

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Please pass this one around and vote!

#poll #2023 #rocky horror picture show #the rocky horror picture show #Rocky Horror #halloween #costume

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callistosposts · 3 months

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I DID SOME LOOKING THROUGH YOUR ACCOUNT AND I LOVE THE FACT YOU ADDED THE PLANET SYMBOLS TO THE DESIGNS AHSVAAGGAG!!

Heres what ive got, correct me if im wrong!

Sun - the little symbols on his pants maybe?

Mercury - his headband kinda resembles his symbol!!

Venus - one of his earrings is his symbol!!

Earth - a little gray imprint on his shirt / vest / jacket / whatever.

Moon - a little charm around his neck?

Mars - on the side of his spacesuits sleeve!

Jupiter - a necklace with his symbol danggling!

Saturn - this one took some time to find but its on his belt!!

Uranus - its on the flaps of his uhm.. vest!

Neptune - on his sleeve like mars.

Pluto - on the end of his scarf!!

Btw i love the sun jester thing, it fits him so much!!

Anyways muah muah love your art (im going to eat it /pos) have a nice day!!! <33

im suprised someone actually went through and tried to find the symbols :o !! i actually dont have them on all my designs but i plan on adding them to all when i get around to it, you did find basically all of them though :D

and thank you!! this is so sweet :''))

#solarballs asks

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froggymarsh · 3 months

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raraaarAAAAA me writing about my ocs jumpscare !!!!!

Tonight is one of those rare nights when Winston is the one who's home first instead of Atmos, though these nights have doubled in frequency since the biannual Group Initiative started up again. Atmos is frequently pulled off to who knows what planets to help the group he mentors, and Winston is called to help repair ships and spaceports alike all across the galaxy.

Today his work is done- there are no nearby spaceports or ships that demand immediate maintenance, and he relishes in the quiet hum of the safe, working ship around him.

He settles back on his bed, flicking through the holo-channels on his communicator, equal parts maintenance reports and trying to decide what to watch with Atmos when he comes home later. (He'd been four hours away roughly three and a half hours ago, so "later" might actually be "soon" so long as no stars have blown up between here and Noctyne.) Hopefully they'll have time for at least one before Winston inevitably has to sleep or go in for his next shift.

He runs his fingers through his hair. He should probably trim it soon, it's hard to keep it this long and change in and out of spacesuits so frequently. Maybe Atmos will help him braid it.

The door slams open. Winston startles. A bag thunks against the foot of Atmos' bed after being thrown from the doorway, and a four-armed jacket is quick to follow. Winston's ears and tail perk up as Atmos himself follows the items, flinging himself facefirst into his pillow with his wings buzzing behind him.

Winston's tail wags as he closes his screens and throws his legs over the side of his bed. The room fills with the familiar scent of deep space and sunlight, a little dusty, maybe, but warm like home. His ears flick, and his smile wavers when he realizes Atmos is crying into his pillow.

"Sunshine?" he worries, careful to keep his voice gentle.

Atmos flinches, pushing himself quickly up onto his elbows. Golden eyes clash with red, and Winston's heart aches as tears drip down his cheeks, the wet trails connecting his freckles into a million unnamed constellations.

"Sun-sunbeam, hey," Winston gets to his feet, padding across the room, "hey, what's wrong?"

Atmos stumbles to his feet and nearly trips into Winston's arms. He clings tight, all four of his bare arms cold from space but his face his hot from crying, and Winston easily lifts the moth into his arms, kissing the top of his head between his antenna.

Atmos sobs, his upper two arms wrapping around Winston's shoulders, and his lower two clinging to the front of his shirt. Winston lowers them onto the bed, carefully rearranging limbs as needed so that he can lay back with Atmos laying on top of him, tucked neatly under his chin and wrapped up in his arms.

He kisses the top of his head again, "I've got you, sunshine. Just let it all out."

Atmos falls asleep. Winston stays up, reading old books about spacecraft, and flicks his ears when there's a gentle knock at the door.

Ah, a dilemma. He can't answer without waking Atmos, but maybe they're a mind reader. He thinks "come in" as hard as he can at the door.

Miraculously, it works.

The door clicks open, and tentative footsteps make their way inside.

Cypher Port appears- his left eye a glowing, crystal blue in the moonlight that leaks through the window, and his right eye shows a GPS display that flashes a white dot. His shoulders drop when he meets Winston's eyes, and he steps further into the room. Winston watches as the GPS display flashes once more, but instead of fading, it expands to cover the entire surface of hys eye, and is soon replaced by a 12 hour clock face. The minute and hour hands display 10:38.

"I apologize for bothering you so late," Cypher says, "I was- I was hoping that Atmos might be awake."

He extends a hand, offering a slightly oversized baby bottle full of milk. Winston takes it, finding it to be warm as it's pressed against his hand.

"Thank you," he says, setting it carefully on his bedside table. "Do you want me to pass on a message?"

Cypher shakes hys head. "No, but--well."

He looks awkward, twisting his hands together.

"I am..."

He sighs.

"I regret my actions, this afternoon," he confesses, "I made him cry. An apology is in order. Will you ask him to find me when he is feeling up to it?"

"Of course."

Cypher relaxes. The clock in his eye ticks away. He nods. "Thank you. Goodnight, Winston."

"Night, Cyph."

With that, Cypher takes hys leave, the door clicking quietly shut behind him.

#there was supposed to be another scene after this. and then i didnt write it. holds them so gentle. my booooyyysss #oc atmos phere #winston my boy #froggy drabbles #feel free to reblog but please be niceys to me i beg /lh

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breakfastteatime · 8 months

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Pick the best alternative Greez design

#star wars jedi: fallen order #greez dritus #i love the fallen order artbook so much

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studiovlinderdas · 29 days

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👨‍🚀💔Kanto Fairies Redesigns💔👨‍🚀 Clefable and Wigglytuff~!! I've been toying with these designs for so long, but I think they reached perfection!! Clefable builds further on Clefairy's more 'Alien' aesthetic, trading in the UFO-tutu for a cute spacesuit. I also added elements of the Lunar Moth into it, giving a nice call back the the wings on the original design. Lastly, there is some 'Lunar Rabbit' mixed into it. Clefable floats through the night sky, guiding groups of Clefairy to strange ritual sites. This sounds malicious, but for as far as anybody knows, no one ever gets harmed during these happenings. Wigglytuff really leans to the 'Tuff' part of the name, yet still is really wiggly. The cheeks inflate as a intimidation tactic, looking like boxing gloves, yet are not articulated enough to actually damage anyone. As my Jigglypuff took inspiration from the Desert Rain Frog, I decided I could add cool shades (because sunny deserts, and sand can be used to make glass, really far fetched, I know). It now also has patterns on its body resembling a Biker Jacket (the whole aesthetic is based on flashy bikers), winning the affection of many roughneck trainers! I was really excited to finally finish these, Clefable might be my fave design so far, but the growth from Jigglypuff to Wigglytuff feels like the most 'Pokemon-esque' evolution I've done so far .w.!! 92/151

#jorisportfolio #pokemon #pokemon redesign #clefable #wigglytuff #kanto #pokemon reboot

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eldritch-elrics · 6 months

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I WANTED TO KNOW IF IT'S OKAY IF I DO FANART FOR YOUR PIKMIN FANFICTION

If you're not cool with that I totally understand and sorry for the inconvenience :D!!!!

I love the way you wrote Olimar and Louie, specially Louie cuz I live for that emotional constipated Louie uhg so good, I can't, I was on the edge of my sit reading it! It really trapped me in, specially the way you described the different places they visited!!! I was craving for something like your fic for so long, I love anything roadtrip!

I also wanted to ask about the outfits cuz you described louie using a jacket and I wanted to know the style of it if I have your go ahead to do fanart of it... I'm a big sucker for anything fashion related sorry :P

AAAAAA yes yes you can!!!! omg that would be so awesome. i love your art dude i've seen it around and it's so goooood

and THANK YOU!! emotionally constipated louie is so important to me :3

and outfits... ooh. i think when he's not in a spacesuit, olimar's just in a nice dress shirt/button down. louie probably dresses a lot more casually most of the time, even when he's on a mission, so i imagined him in a dark zip-up jacket/hoodie and plain tshirt. i think i described him wearing boots too? idk i don't have a super clear Vision of their fashion senses but something along those lines!

#also i would follow you back but i've sworn not to follow any pikmin blogs til i finish pik3 lol #asks #pikmin

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elbiotipo · 9 months

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Notes on gear in Campoestela, mostly spacesuits:

Spacesuits are cheap and widely produced compared to today, but they are also tailor-made, much like a VERY, very high-end business suit. Going to a spacesuit tailor is often expensive and a bit of a chore, as you have to tailor everything from the actual suit to atmospheric mixes, especially when it comes to different species. However, once they are done, they usually last for life.

The main kind of spacesuits are the "skintight" counter pressure suits (see here). They look remarkably like racing suits, and are rather easy to put it on and comfortable. Carbon nanotube and smart materials deal with most of the uncomfortable parts, but you WILL feel a certain Tingle in your more curvy parts. You've been warned.

You can, actually, wear your suit as everyday clothing. There's also zippers for when you have to go... The astronaut underwear, of course, still works as a diaper (dissolving *stuff* with genetically engineered bacteria for that purpose), and when missions get extensive, there's no other way. Because of the bad past reputation of astronauts who did it anywhere, they have gone all the other way now, and most spacers are meticulously clean and very touchy about that subject.

(the beforementioned bacteria, as well as atmospheric and pressure mixes, have to be customized for different species, which makes spacesuits a rather expensive lifetime investment)

Helmets are standarized, but by far, the most complex part of the suit. Equipped with radio, lights, a HUD controlled by eye movement and blinking (though many prefer wrist buttons), and even some little snacks and water in case you are stranded and have to wait hours or even days for rescue. They are very easy to put it on, seal automatically with the collars of all spacesuits, and unlike current ones, they allow you to move your neck inside.

(there's also a little stick to scratch your nose).

Astronauts love to put stickers on their helmets. In fact, spacesuits are very much personalized; a plain space white suit is frowned upon. Mission patches and flags, much like punk battle jackets, and very often the name is on big letters on the back, like a football jersey, for easier identification. Many spacers, especially those who like to stand out, go even further and decorate their suits with family heradly, or special artwork like tattoos, you can find some that look like an abstract or baroque painting and you can say "oh, it's This Guy" (and that's exactly the intention). Most of this of course applies to human spacer cultures, other cultures and species have different traditions. Some might look all the same, but in ultraviolet or infrared reveal all sorts of complex patterns.

Spacesuits backpacks are very much miniaturized, also easy to connect to standarized helmets. Helmets themselves have limited air recycling capabilities, but you need a backpack for any EVA.

LISTEN UP, ASTRONAUTS! Here's what you need to have in your belt before heading off: a beeper (radar to check distances from objects), backup radio, sealing patches (if there's any puncture on the suit or helmet), intravenous iodine (for radiation), sedants and anti-nausea (not a good idea to go out with nausea or The Bends in an emergency, species dependant of course), signal flares and flashlight, multiknife (or facón if you're Esteloplatense), and don't DARE going out without a safety line.

On a planet, suit or not (what, are you going out with your suit planetside? are you from a movie or something?) you still have some gear on your belt all the time. Breather mask and goggles just in case, again, a multitool or knife, pills with nutrients for when the local food isn't enough (for Argentines, they look like La Yapa candy), iodine pills, a kind of smartphone for rugged terrain (like two months of battery and capable of being sunk in mud with no problem), advanced wristwatch (many carry a mechanical one for emergencies) and various other tools. If your belt doesn't do a jingle jangle when you're walking, are you even an astronaut?

Bullet or energy weapons are frowned upon in spaceports, obviously. Most spacers have some 'on the trunk' for emergency, but unlike most science fiction, they don't usually go carrying them around all the time. In fact, gunfights in remote spaceports are mostly a fiction from the equivalent of western movies.

Most spaceships also carry a lot of little bots that do all the maintainance that biologicals can't do, especially since these are ATOMIC ROCKETS we are talking about, and a human fixing a nuclear lightbulb engine would get their DNA chopped. These droids are ubiquitous in all spaceship garages and cargo bays, and usually you can adopt one for cheap, they're treated much like pets and are very hardy; they do need a lot of radiation cleaning though.

#cosas mias #campoestela #worldbuilding #science fiction #spacesuits

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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year

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Knowhere

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Summary: The Guardians of the Galaxy search for spare parts on Knowhere to fix the Milano, when a series of weird events unfolds and Peter meets someone else from Earth.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were on a stroll through the bustling streets of Knowhere when they suddenly saw a pair of grumpy looking Ravagers strolling towards them. Peter, or rather Star-Lord as he proudly proclaimed, was leading the group in search for Cosmo. One of the Ravagers, a big brutish looking fellow with a shriveled face and a long strain of black hair at the top of his scarred skull, shoved Peter to the side, making everyone stop in their tracks.

"Ey earthling, are you the Star Born?", the Ravager grumbled, his eyes fixed on Peter's face as he snarled.

Peter was taken aback by the question, his pride scratched at the thought of one of Yondu's man miscalling him, Yondu's former favourite, but he quickly regained his composure. He had been a part of the Ravagers for many years, and it would come in handy, knowing how to handle tricky situations with morons like this. With a flick of his wrist, he pushed the Ravager's hand away and straightened his deep red leather jacket.

"Star Lord!", he huffed, "I thought you guys would at least know my name!"

“The boss told us it's a woman, you idiot!”, the other Ravager yelled and signaled his companion to move along, both of them trotting away, their heads hung low in annoyance.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were left standing there, looking at each other in confused amusement. Gamora was the first to speak up.

"What just happened? How could they mistake you, oh great Star Lord, for someone else?", she giggled mockingly.

Peter shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes. He knew she was just teasing him but a small part of him deep down still felt hurt.

"I have no idea. Maybe he's been living under a rock or something." Rocket interjected, "I wouldn't be surprised if they were all living under a rock. These Ravagers don't seem to know much about anything. I mean look at Quill", he guffawed, not even trying to hide his amusement at the sight Peter's grievously offended expression.

"Perhaps they were testing their knowledge of the names of the Guardians of the Galaxy.", Drax chimed in, “it is always remarkable to test your skills and knowledge alike as a warrior.”

Peter rolled his eyes.

"Testing their knowledge? Really Drax? Besides, everyone should know I'm the Star Lord. Guys we saved this galaxy, why does know one remember our names?”, he threw his arms up, looking at the others.

“I am Groot”, the tree spoke, glancing at Rocket.

“Groot says “talk for yourself, everyone knows my name”, the racoon crossed his arms, winking.

“I bet that is not what Groot said!”, Peter almost yelled, wondering how that little trash panda always managed his way crawling under his skin as soon as he opened his trap.

The group laughed as they continued their journey through Knowhere, leaving the Ravagers behind them. But as they walked, Peter couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had answered differently. Who was this Star Born that the Ravager was talking about, and why was he mistaken for him? Could it truly be someone else from earth. And they mentioned a...woman. Peter shuddered at the thought that a possibly good looking woman from earth might be walking around on the same spot in the endless universe as him in this very moment. He didn't know anything about her, not even if she's even real but he would definitely try and find her, and may it only to find someone who'd finally understand his references.

“Pyotr Quill, also named Star Lord,” a rough voice with a heavy Russian accent popped up in his mind as a golden retriever in an old Soviet spacesuit ran towards them, “Cosmo heard Star Lord thinking to Continuum Cortex”, he panted, wiggling his tail happily, “and Cosmo heard pesky raccoon's thought about broken ship.”

“Hey Cosmo, yeah sorry we jus-”

“No need to speak Pyotr Quill, Cosmo can read mind. Follow Cosmo, he knows where you can get spare parts for ship”, the dog interrupted Peter, turning around and ran off down the street.

Quill had seen his fair share of weird things in the galaxy, but a telepathically talking dog from the Soviet Union that could read minds was something else entirely. Despite coming from the same planet, the dog had little understanding of Peter's references but he liked him anyway. The friendly mutt spread warm feeling of home and kindled fond memories of his childhood, a rare occurrence here far out in the depths of space. Without any hesitation, Cosmo led them to a shabby metal hut three blocks away, well hidden behind one of the last corners of an empty street. The Guardians followed the talking dog, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Tell mechanic that Cosmo sent you and don't break anything.", the dog gnarled at Peter before disappearing around the next corner.

But as they entered the hut, they were greeted by the sight of dozens of machines whirring and buzzing away while some oddly familiar yet unknown tunes echoed from what looked suspiciously like an old earth radio.

Chapter 2

#guardians of the galaxy #gotg #peter quill #star lord #peter quill x reader #star lord x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #cosmo the space dog #cosmo #gamora #rocket raccoon #drax the destroyer #groot #knowhere #possible slow burn #peter meets someone else from earth #star born

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