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#the white hair *could* be dyed
moonfromearth · 2 months
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~Anything you can do I can do better.~
Decided to spend waaaay too much time on @tricoufamily's Duo Challenge instead of writing. This was an awesome challenge and now I want to make a couple of scenes with these sims! 😆
[more info below!]
The Plot:
Half-siblings Dillon and Addy have spent their entire lives in competition with each other. The children of infamous crime leader, Leigh Caldwell, they've devoted themselves to earning her favor, and becoming criminals worthy of the Caldwell name (although they constantly fight over how to go about any mission they share).
Dynamic: Sibling Rivalry Genre: Crime
Sim 1 - Dillon Levin-Caldwell
Trait: Gloomy Hair Color: White Hair Length: Extra Long Extra: Long Face (did my best 😅)
Sim 2 - Addison "Addy" Diaz-Caldwell
Trait: Kind Hair Color: Unnatural Hair Length: Long Extra: Vitiligo
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sonknuxadow · 3 months
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not prompted by literally anything but i think that considering shadows fur coloring is likely a result of his black arms dna then its very rare if not impossible for normal hedgehogs to look like that . like if you ran into another black hedgehog with red stripes they probably just dyed it to look that way
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perilegs · 2 months
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A GRAY HAIR?!?!?
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designernishiki · 1 year
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I’m hoping/assuming that’s what kiryu’s hair will look like Naturally in y8 (ie: not the grey party city wig/bad dye job in the teaser/cover photo thing) and I say that partly cause if majima only has one piece of white hair at 60 but kiryu’s suddenly gone from none to full-grey in like the year between gaiden and 8? bullshit. majima should’ve started going grey in his 20s from sheer Stress I can NOT accept the concept of kiryu going full grey before him
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widevibratobitch · 9 months
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ive been havin a worrisome amount of Gender Thoughts in the last few weeks. or months even. im this close to just shaving off my eyebrows completely. i need to do Something. i need Change. and therapy.
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sethdomain · 1 year
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Thank god i dont liks humanizing creature/furry, because if i do wtf am i gonna do to portray ralsei deltarune as a human
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dulcewrites · 1 year
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I can see how fmo reader would be more cat but in part 10 I pictured her pulling a Cersei blowing up the sept with her enemies inside sipping wine (Aemond was there in my mind as well) mother doesn't play. Hurting down her enemies tho👀 honestly making Ramsey look like childs play mother's have no limits dae dae better run
I wouldn’t be surprised if she died of a broken heart in the universe alaric dies ☹️☹️☹️☹️ BUT she comes back as a revived undead person (ala lady stoneheart). I love if this happens even far after the fact. Maybe daella is the only one from that side alive along with jaehaera. After Jaehaera passes, desperate for someone on her side, daella uses blood magic to try and revive her mom.
We’d have to tweak some things to have daemon still alive but something about daella and her vengeful mother is so important to me
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waugh-bao · 2 years
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sanchoyo · 1 year
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I cut like. 6-7 inches off my hair and dyed it blue and I’m so happy!! there is nothing like changing up my hair to boost my mood ^_^
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lesbiansanemi · 2 years
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I have the same hairstyle as sanemi rn and the urge to be insane and try to get this shit white......
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bethiewhimsy · 2 years
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hmmmm
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thatone-churro · 2 years
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what they don’t tell you about giving side-effects to your character’s powers that physically affect them & their appearance is that you have to keep them consistent with the passage of time
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It’s another being frustrated with Vrissy night
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bbqhooligan · 6 months
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on one hand i dont like mens badly bleached hair i dont like blondness i dont appreciate it but the metaphor of clumsily remaking yourself using acid, washing off your sins and rising alight and Genos from opm make me believe in blond men
but with women, not only black haired women shouldnt go blonde at all ever, blonde women's huge arc should be dying black. enough purity enough femininity enough light its time to run its time to hide in the shadow, blend into the dirt, become unrecognizable. Black haired womens huge change arc can be chopping it off, (no more manic pixie colored women no more) refusing worldly values, monk parallels, refusing normal, refusing fates game. FIGHT or FLIGHT.
-this post is about symbolism and storytelling and not real life people's aesthetic beauty-
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Thats a higher percentage than I wouldve thought tbh
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satoruoo · 5 months
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"you're doing it wrong, baby."
the man before you only huffs in annoyance, a pout forming on his glossed lips. you stifle a laugh as he sulks, his fingers working to untie the sad excuse of a bow that held your heel in place.
"let me try again," satoru half pleads from between your legs, "i promise i'll get it right this time."
in truth, you're enjoying the view of your boyfriend kneeling at your feet while he attempts to tie your lace-up heels. your foot is strategically placed between his legs, pretty white-painted toenails on display as he tries and fails to correctly strap up your shoe.
hell, he's kneeling in a tailored suit, and it's messing with your brain.
you're going on a date tonight - it's a fancy restaurant that satoru's been dying to try out. it'd been a pain in the ass to pick out an outfit, not because you lacked clothes, your boyfriend ensured your wardrobe was always filled to the brim with the latest fashion. no, rather, it was because he insisted you wear matching outfits.
his problem, however, was your choice of shoe. your favourite pair of black lace-up heels was your pick for the evening. he'd asked to do them up for you and you thought it was going to be a 30-second thing.
you've now been sitting here for 10 minutes.
"what the fuck is this shit?" he mumbles to himself, irritated. "why is this so complicated??"
another attempt and he's given up, leaning back a fraction to critique his work. horrible, as expected.
you laugh as satoru sighs loudly, leaning his head on the exposed skin of your thigh in exasperation. his white locks tickle your flesh, and you take it upon yourself to rake your manicured nails through his hair, fingertips scratching his undercut affectionately.
you think he's adorable like this - absolute putty in your hands. he nuzzles into your skin, leaving soft kisses on the plush of your thigh as you dutifully work your fingers over his scalp.
"how about i do one, and you can watch and do the other?" you suggest.
he perks up quickly, icy blue irises sparkling. he nods, a beaming smile settling on his lips. he shifts his weight and leans back to give you space.
"so, you take these, 'round the back, and twist, then under and wrap around the ankle, twist one more time, and - boom!" you finish tying the bow on the back of your calf and smile.
satoru's eyebrow raises immediately, an expression half of disgust and half of confusion finding its place on his features. he squints at you, "you expect me to do that?"
"precisely," you respond with a smug grin.
there's a subtle challenge in your answer, and satoru drinks it like water. a challenge? he'll do it, easy. he switches your feet, sticking his tongue out as he focuses on his task.
you're watching him, amused by the way his brows furrow in concentration as he repeats the steps. around, the straps are crossed around your foot. twist, the straps are twisted. under, the straps are hooked beneath the heel. wrap, the straps are crossed and taken around your leg. twist.
he's done it. a fast learner, indeed.
you can't help the way your lips curve into a smile, applauding his efforts. his crystalline eyes are on you again - how could they not be? you're nothing short of gorgeous in that dress - pleading for some kind of praise.
"thanks, babe." you say, bending to place a kiss on his collarbone.
(he hopes to god there's a lipstick stain there so he can show everyone in that restaurant who he belongs to.)
satoru, being the most amazing boyfriend out there, helps you get on your feet, hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you from your apartment to his car.
"you look stunning tonight, love." he says while grinning like a lovestruck fool as you slip into the passenger seat.
"i know," you answer, shooting him a smile that gets him weak in the knees, "you picked the dress, after all."
you were going to be the death of him.
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tagging: @sad-darksoul
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