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werspinna · 10 months

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Fashion & Appearance Stats. BOLD what applies to your muse.

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BODY long legs / short legs / average legs / slender thighs / thick thighs / muscular thighs / skinny arms / soft arms / muscular arms / toned stomach / flat stomach / flabby stomach / soft stomach / six pack / beer belly / lean frame / muscular frame / voluptuous frame / petite frame / lanky frame / short nails / long nails / manicured nails / dirty nails / flat ass / toned ass / bubble butt / thick ass / small waist / thick waist / narrow hips / average hips / wide hips / big feet / average feet / small feet / soft feet / slender feet / calloused hands / soft hands / big hands / average hands / small hands / long fingers / short fingers / average fingers / broad shouldered / underweight / average weight / overweight

SKIN pale / rosy / olive / dark / tanned / blotchy / smooth / acne / dry / greasy / freckled / scarred The Poxcars on Wolfs body concentrate as its usual in the Variola on her face, her lower arms and hands, her feet and on the lymphatic glands areas- so in her armpits and lumbar region. There are only a few other small scars on her upper body, back or outside of her thighs. The scars had turned smooth with frayed edges, pale and look compared to her dark complexion brighter, occaisonally even pink. Wolf has the habit to scratch her scars, epecially on the side of the face, which is not especially good for the sensetive skin.

EYES small / large / average / grey / brown / blue / green / gold / hazel / red / doe - eyed / almond / close - set / wide - set / squinty / monolid / heavy eyelids / upturned / downturned

HAIR thin / thick / fine / normal / greasy / dry / coarse / soft / shiny / curly / frizzy / wild / unruly / straight / smooth / wavy / spikey / floppy / cropped / pixie - cut / shoulder length / back length / waist length / hip lenght / buzz cut / bald / jaw length / mohawk / white / platinum blonde / golden blonde / dirty blonde / colourless / blonde / ombre / light brown / mouse brown / chestnut brown / golden brown / chocolate brown / dark brown / jet black / ginger / auburn / dyed red / dyed an unnatural color / thin eyebrows / average eyebrows / thick eyebrows Wolf has what would today be considered a Wolfcut. She usually braids ribbons in her hair so the ribbon would keep uneven hairstrains in her braids. As someone living in italy Wolf is jut int he area where it is normal for women, even married one, to show their hair, although she a unmarried woman would not be criticed for that in the first place. SHe is however not of a high enough social status to wear her hair loose and with a adorned headband, as obviously wearing hair that goes past her butt over the day would just make it knot when she is working. When she had been a child , or when she now has to look presentable Wolf had and will sew the braids in a heidibraid with the ribbons. Usually Wolf will keep the braids in for about three days before opening them, washing her hair with vinegar, brushing it out, letting it dry and then braiding it again.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeve / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / back tattoo / no piercings / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing After Wolf took part in Friedrichs II crusade, she lets herself be tattooed a pilgrim cross with the year on her back, as its normal for christian pilgrims in jerusalem. Tattoos are in medieval chritianity usually a symbol of how far the person had gone for their faith, so naturally there are pilgrimm tattoos to show how far they had literally traveled- obviously that view on tattoos changes with the cultural background, but Wolf mainly let the tattoo made to show herself that she is done with this chapter of her life that had started with the Children Crusades, now that she had finally reached Jerusalem. She also has therapeutic tattoo in the manner that there are dark line and dots on her skin (especially on her back and insid of her joints) wher she had had aches after she had survived the poxs and was prone to jointinflamation. The inflamations stopped after she had been bitten by the spider. As Wolf takes part in Friedrichs II crusade, she usually should have had a tattoo of a latin cross as it was usual for crusaders to have that tattooed. However, as wolf struggle with the faith aspect of christianity and faith in general, she did not got this tattoo.

COSMETICS eyeliner / light eyeliner / heavy eyeliner / cat eyes / mascara / fake eyelashes / matte lipstick / regular lipstick / lipgloss / red lips / pink lips / dark lips / bronzer / highlighter / eyeshadow / neutral eyeshadow / smoky eyes / colorful eyeshadow / blush / lipliner / light contouring / heavy contouring / powder / matte foundation / shiny foundation / concealer / wears regularly / occasionally wears / never wears If Wolf is going out, she would occaisonally put a mix of rosewater, honey and bryony on her lips. The bryony irritates the skin of her lips which makes them appear a little bit redder and fuller. However, it is still a irritation and while Wolf puts honey on her lips every morning and evening as skincare, the complete mixture is not something that should be reacted today.

SCENT floral / fruity / perfumes / aftershave / cocoa / moisturizer / shampoo / vinegar / cigarettes / leather / sweat / food / incense / marijuana / cologne / whiskey / wine / fried food / blood / fire / metal / ice Wolf washes herself every morning and evening with vinegarwater and cleans her hands very often with levendeloil during the day. Every morning she puts lavendelflowers from the covents gardens in her breatling, so she would mell good. However eventually Wolf smell more after the levendaroil and vinegar she uses for cleaning herself.

CLOTHES jeans / tight pants / over knee socks / tights / leggings / yoga pants / pencil skirt / tight skirt / loose skirt / formfitting dress / cardigans / blouse / button up shirt / band t - shirt / sweatpants / tank top / cutoff t - shirt / designer / high street / online stores / thrift / lingerie / long skirt / miniskirt / maxidress / Tunic / sundress / tie / tuxedo / cocktail dress / high slit dress/skirt / t - shirt / loose clothing / tight clothing / jean shorts / sweater / sweater vest / khaki pants / suit / hoodie / hareem pants / basketball shorts / boxers / briefs / thong / hotpants / hipster pants / bra / sports bra / crop top / corset / ballerina skirt / leotard / polka dot / stripes / glitter / silk / lace / leather / velvet / chemise / wool / linen / patterns / florals / neon colors / pastels / black / dark colors / fur / faux fur

SHOES sneakers / slip - ons / flats / slippers / sandals / high heels / kitten heels / ankle boots / combat boots / knee - high / platforms / stripper heels / bare feet / loafers / oxfords / gladiator shoes / boots

#headcanon #wolf is not especially glamerou :[#I mean she has her weddingdres as the most precious garb she has #but thats just another verison of her normal dress with a prettier embroidery and darker colour #werspinna

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dru-plays-starbound · 3 years

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Castles in the Sand

Universe: Starbound Context: My entry for the Sept 14th prompt to the Homestead’s Fall Prompt Week. The prompt was: Theme: Vice & Virtue; Color Scheme: Neon tones; Quote: “Chant your anthems to the deaf” / “I’m breaking habits for the first time”. I used other parts of the quoted song (Not Ready To Die by Demon Hunter) to influence the other half of the idiom mentioned. CW: Alcohol, oppressive regimes, mild cursing Words: 1100 Tagging: @homesteadchronicles @strosmkai-rum

Yasahama tugged the collar of his jacket up and the brim of his hat down against the onslaught of rain, funnelled by the canyon-like buildings either side of the street. "I thought you told me conditions were favourable, SAIL?" he said into the comm on his wrist. "They are, Yasahama," came the modulated voice of his AI. "This planet has no excess heat or cold, nor threatening weather conditions." "It's raining, SAIL. Heavily. Rain is not 'favourable'." "You are a hylotl." The AI sounded confused. "My databanks tell me that hylotl enjoy water." "This rain's different," Yasahama muttered, splashing along the asphalt-paved road, acid-bright lights reflecting like oil slicks. Before SAIL could ask for more detail, Yasahama stopped and looked up at the garish pink sign hanging loosely to a corrugated panel. "Looks like I'm here," he said. "Wish me luck, buddy." "Luck is merely a series of statistical probabilities arrayed in favour of the observer." Yasahama gave a wry huff and pushed into the rickety building.

The room beyond wasn't as crowded as Yasahama had expected. In the dim light, only a few others of various races were present, scattered through the joint. "Hey, fella. If you're loaded, you ain't coming in." He turned, finding a blaster levelled at his face. The penguin behind it raised an eyebrow. Yasahama held up a hand, pulling his coat open to reveal an empty holster. "I'm unarmed, friend. Don't want any trouble. Just here to meet someone." The penguin scowled, lowering the blaster. "Fine. But don't forget, I've got an itchy trigger-flipper." Yasahama smiled, tight-lipped, and with a nod made his way to the bar.

"What can I get ya?" the bartender asked. Above the bar-back, the 'Beakeasy' sign hummed and flickered, coating his feathers intermittently with toxic-sunset pink. "I'll take a Reef Punch," Yasahama said, sliding a couple of pixels over the counter, the old wood polished into softness. He dropped a doubloon next to the pixels. "I'm looking for a friend of mine. Female apex, penchant for red scarves." The doubloon vanished. "Over in the far corner, behind the arcade machine." Yasahama nodded his thanks and, drink in hand, drifted over to the indicated booth.

"Blake." The apex looked up from her glass of Root Pop and ran a hand over her floppy brown mohawk as she sat back. "Sashimi." Yasahama rolled his eyes at the nickname as he slid into the seat opposite. "What was wrong with meeting at the Ark?" Lana Blake gave a noncommittal shrug. "You know why." "I really don't," Yasahama said. "They're our friends, Blake. They could help." Lana barked out a laugh. "Friends? Maybe. Of a sort. Help?" She shook her head. "No. They don't understand what's required in a mission like this. Not like you do." Yasahama rolled his shoulders. "Someday Blake, you'll need to leave that world behind you. Let new people in." A fist came down, making their glasses rattle. "How can I, when my people are still under the thrall of the Miniknog?" Yasahama pursed his lips at the outburst. "Big Ape is gone." "Big Ape was never there to start with!" Lana leant forward. "But it doesn't matter if Big Ape exists or not, not when the Miniknog still wields power." Yasahama's gills flared out. "What is it you want from me, Blake?"

Lana raked a hand over her mohawk again and readjusted her scarf. "There's a town on Shedar Legion Four. I want your help liberating it." "What kind of town? Are there already sympathisers in residence?" Lana pushed their glasses to one side and placed a holographic unit in the centre of the table. A fuzzy blue image of a town appeared; cute, standardised homes filled the picture, punctuated by uniform office blocks and factories. "It's medium-sized, only one Miniknog Commander housed here," she jabbed a finger through the hologram. "We should come from the South, overwhelm the Watch-" Yasahama grabbed her hand. "Sympathisers, Blake. Are there any? We both know you can't liberate anything under Miniknog control without them." Lana pulled her hand back, staying mulishly silent as she swirled the dark caramel liquor in her glass. "How does that idiom go?" Yasahama continued. "’Singing your hymns’-" "'Chanting your anthems to the deaf is a fruitless exercise'," Lana supplied. She looked back at him. "But it has a sister idiom – 'So take your empty voices and turn them into knives'." Yasahama gave a sad smile. "That's very poetic. But it doesn't solve your issue. If there's no one sympathetic to the rebellion – ready to fill the power vacuum left by the Miniknog Commander's assassination – then the town will just fall again." He leant forward, tone urgent. "You know this, Blake. What's your solution?" Their gazes locked for a long moment, Lana's silence deafening. Then Yasahama nictitated and looked away.

His fingers curled, bloodless, around the bowl of his glass. "I cannot help you then. Not this time. Not with this town." He threw back his drink, draining the cocktail in one go, ignoring the way Lana's fists balled on the dented tabletop. "I'm sorry-" Lana scoffed. "I am," Yasahama insisted. He sighed and rose, pausing with his hands flat on the table. "Call me again when your plan is more viable." Lana shook her head, teeth bared. "Apple-munching bastard. I should have known the last of the Protectorate would go soft on me." Yasahama stared her down, gills and nostrils flaring. "I should have known you'd use my talents to end The Ruin, then drop me like week-old bananas. You talked a good game, but when it came down, you only wanted your revenge. So fine. Ponce off. Some Protector you are – I'll go liberate that town by myself!" Yasahama gave her a cool look. "Are you done? You'll do no such thing, and you know it. Your plan is folly as it stands now." He sighed, tension easing from his shoulders. "Let me make some enquiries before you go jetting off to be gunned down by a Miniknog firing squad." Lana opened her mouth, but Yasahama halted her with an upraised hand. "I think you've said enough. Go back to the Ark. Get some rest, train with Nuru – and wait for my call. And, by the Ocean Tides, don't do anything foolish in the meantime." Lana growled at him, deep in her throat. Yasahama ignored her in favour of jamming on his hat and stalking out into the oleaginous night.

"SAIL?" "Yes, Yasahama?" "Tell Dallas to get the coffee on. I've got a long night ahead of me..."

#alcohol tw #writing #starbound #starbound fanfiction #HomesteadPromptWeekFall2021 #lana blake #the last protector #Wandering Words

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fulcrum-agent · 5 years

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Appearance Aesthetics: Ashla

(Italic is rarity but done if at-least under unique occasion.)

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned Stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thigh brows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands.Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

~Despite being a mage, Ashla has worked on martial training for most of her life, starting with learning the basics of swordplay while she was still a child, along side her twin brother. She has a wiry musculature, while her brother’s is slightly more built, but not by much. Although she’s got a bit of a hectic schedule, she keeps at practising her swordplay, having also expanded a bit to using daggers, as well as the Gyr Abania spellsword style she learned on the sly, so she’s keeping in shape.

HEIGHT.

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

~Ashe isn’t all that tall, at least not as tall as some Midlanders. She isn’t precisely short either. She does tend to end up in at least slight heels or platforms a lot of the time, but nothing insanely high.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft. Scarred.

~Currently Ashe has two different scars, though the one may end up healing away into being unnoticeable due to treatment from a Xaelic shaman. One arcs across the bridge of her nose, and she’ll likely never be rid of it. The other is a rather freshly healing slit across her throat, from an attempted kidnapping/assassination. She also is covered in freckles, all over her body, like the stars in the heavens. (see tasteful, mildly-NSFW rep here.) Otherwise, she has decent enough skin. The colouration is vaguely tanned, with more olive tint than a rosy one, but containing bits of both. She flushes fairly easily, which is when the rosy tones are more noticeable than the olive ones.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

~Her eyes are a bright shade of aquamarine, though she seems to hate the comparison to the gemstone of the same hue. They’re typically quite bright, even when she’s being serious, alight with the fires of her convictions.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly.Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows

~Ashla has a mess of red hair, that’s naturally wavy, to an extent, but she often takes the time to smooth and style it. It’s currently kept short, mostly due to being on the run from Garlemald. There are times when she’ll end up having a dirty blonde, shoulder length style, with her freckles conspicuously missing.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there (two tattoos). Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

~Ashe has several different piercings in her ears, three on right, and four on her left, ranging from the lobe up the cartilage to the tip. She wears a pair of rather stylised, sharp earrings on the lobes, with a trail of small gemstone earrings leading up to the piercing at the tips of her ears.

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make up.

~Although she does frequently wear make up, she doesn’t wear a whole lot of it, and will often not bother with putting it on. When she does wear make up, it’s light and natural. She has naturally thick eyelashes, and she doesn’t really bother accenting them any. She also prefers earth toned, barely there lip balm-like things, rather than full on lipstick.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Sugar. Cinnamon. Vanilla. Clove. Cardamom.

~Despite being far away from Dalmasca at this point, she still smells of the desert cities - spices like clove, cinnamon, and cardamom mixed with a faint hint of vanilla. Sometimes, the scent of sandalwood incense mixes into this blend, as she still burns a stick each night in her prayers to Faram. On the rare occasion, there’s a hint of saffron to her scent, due to her preferences when cooking.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight / formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports t-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi dress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress / skit. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Naked.

~Ashe favours tighter fitting clothing, as there’s less to be used against her in combat. She wears primarily easy-to-move-in cloth, with some leather pieces. More and more as of late, her clothing has been trending towards more sophisticated looks, while remaining functional, as Paradyme gifts different garments he believes she’ll both look good in, and like.

She tends to gravitate towards darker colours, mostly blues and greens, since they work well with her hair colour and eye colour. She also tends to wear a lot of white, with black accents. Ashla prefers silver tones to gold tones, though either looks good on her.

There are a few things that are consistent about her wardrobe. She almost always wears a pair of brass/bronze glasses, with the lenses held in place by just the nose-bridge and the arms - they’re unlined otherwise; the only time she doesn’t seem to have them on is when she’s blonde.

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

~Though she doesn’t always wear them, she has a unique pair of boots. Below the calf, they’re a stylised leather dyed with a pinkish-red tone, but above the knee, they’re silver plated, like a knight’s boot.

Otherwise, she wears a modified set of Ironworks boots for mages. They’re black and silver, with a few bits of magitek built into them that the original style lacks. Tagged by : @captainkurosolaire Tagging : Anyone who wants to do this.

#a moonlit original #prompt answer #ashe heiral

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Life On The Road: Part 1

Pairings: Eventual Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentioned unprotected sex, one night stand, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,380

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

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“Hey y’all! It’s (Y/N) and Tinkerbell, the killer pitbull.” You said with forced happiness as you turned your phone and your Instagram live stream toward your dog in your passenger seat. Her ear twitched at the sound of her name but other than a huff, she didn’t move a muscle. “See, so vicious.” You turned the camera back to you and smiled as hearts and comments from your nearly two million followers started to pour in. “So anyways, I’d like ta thank y’all for all the awesome music suggestions last week on my blog; been busier than a moth in a mitten, I’ll tell you what. Y’all made this trip through Cali straight legit. However, y’all are so spot on with these songs, I managed to run out of gas somewhere north of Stockton. Yea, I know. Smooth as shit. Apparently the dang porch light’s on but ain’t no one home, t’day.

And a’course, I thought I had the back up diesel but I used it back in Vegas for the dadgum generator.” You sighed and ran your hand through your hair. “Normally I’d blame it on Tinkerbell but just wait until you see this Sunday’s video. I managed ta get her reaction on my GoPro the second the Beast pattered ta a stop an’ if it ain't the cutest thang, I don't know what is.” You reached out and fondly pat your dashboard as you talked about your truck and shrugged your shoulders.

“So any’a y’all out there in the Stockton area wanna come save my ass with some gas? I don’ wanna have ta lock Tink up in the Lagoon on the side’a the road, ya know?” You glanced at your side mirror as a 18-wheeler drove past you. “Welp. I needed ta stop for supper anyways so looks like I’m eatin’ here. If yea wanna rescue my southern ass, Tink and I are on interstate… shit, I ain’t even know. Looks like I’m unloading the bike from the back at save my damn self. Love all y’all!” You pursed your lips together and blew a kiss before waving at the camera. “Check in later!” With that, you hit the end button and sighed.

“The hail didn’t you remind me about gas, Tink?” You asked as you grabbed your truck keys and your purse. Tink, your gorgeous, beige, two year old, red nose, green eyed pitbull rescue, stood up and stretched on the passenger seat. You unclipped her seatbelt and she shook and waited for you to let her out on her side. You checked for traffic before jumping out of your black, Ford F350 Super Duty. You grumbled to yourself as you headed around the front to let Tink out so you could scrounge up something for the two of you for a slightly early dinner.

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“Guys, look it’s her!” The Sons’ heads all perked up as Juice spun his laptop on the bar so everyone could see. Jax, Opie, Tig and Chibs all came over to watch your live stream.

“Damn… that accent gets me every time.” Tig moaned as Jax’s brow furrowed.

“Did she just say Stockton?” He asked as he tipped his beer toward the screen. The men all got quiet as they listened to the rest of your live video. As they watched, Juice pulled up a different screen on his laptop and pulled up the bookmark he had of your travel blog.

“Really, Juice? You have it bookmarked?” Opie asked as Juice navigated to the live map of your location. It probably wasn’t your smartest decision to give psycho’s the exact location you were in but you felt more secure as a single woman with your followers knowing where you were in case something really bad actually happened.

“That’s right outside Charming.” Chibs said as he pointed to the small photo of your dog’s adorable face; your choice of location beacon.

“Oh, we’re so going.” Juice said as you signed off your live video with a kiss.

“You’re gunna look like a damn stalker.” Jax said as he went back to his beer.

“Yea, on that note, I gotta get home.” Ope sighed as he grabbed his keys off the bar.

“I’ll go, just to hear that accent.” Tig said.

“Aye. Don’ ‘ear much’a tha’ back ‘ome.” Chibs agreed as he hit his hand on the bar. “Prospect! Get the truck and the extra gas can!”

“I call dibs. I found her videos first.” Juice said as he got up from the bar and closed his laptop.

“Can’t call dibs on a girl you don’t know.” Tig said as the three guys headed out to the lot to be your knights in shining armor. “She might be into older guys…”

“Ye’ve nothin’ on the foreigner, lads. Just ye watch.”

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“Don’t you turn your nose up, miss thang. Just ‘cause it ain’t cooked on the grill, don’t mean it ain’t good steak.” Tink walked up to her Micky Mouse shaped dog bowl (so she would eat slower) and sniffed the cut up meat and dog food mixture in her bowl. You leaned against your tile covered counter top and cocked your eyebrow at her as you munched on the steak salad you had made. With a huff, Tink began to eat.

“Yea, that’s what I thought.” You glanced up your door as someone knocked at it and Tink instantly abandoned her meal. Her vicious growls and barks echoed in your 19 foot long, Scamp trailer as you reached up to grab one of the many guns you owned from the cabinet above the stove.

“I suggest ya back the fuck away from my door, now!” You called out as you pulled back the hammer on your gun. You grabbed ahold of Tink’s collar and stepped toward the door.

“Hey. umm… I’m… uh, shit. I follow your blog. Just figured you could use some gas.” Your eyebrows shot to your hairline as you kicked the handle of your door and let it fly open. You kept a firm grip on your dog’s collar and your gun pointed at the three men, who all jumped back when they saw you.

“See this is why I keep the danged map.” Your eyes danced between the three men for a moment before flipping the hammer of your gun up. “Easy Tink. Pas touche.” The second you said the French command for ‘leave it’, Tink laid off and took a seat at your heels with a deep, low growl still rolling in her chest. “Well… damn. If this ain’t the first time I got help from my followers. Come on in y’all.” You scratched behind Tink’s floppy ear and gently pulled her away from the door as the three guys looked at each other and stepped inside ‘the Lagoon’. You moved Tink’s bowl to the corner and set your gun down on the little table beside the chairs you had put in where the dining room table once sat.

“Wow…” The younger guy in the front said as he looked around your small fifth wheel. You had found it by happen stance after you lost your job four years before and it sparked something inside you. You took a year to clean it up, paint and decorate it to resemble a mermaid lagoon and make it more home-like than it was when you got it and you had been on the road ever since then. “It looks just like your videos.” You smirked and nodded as you leaned against your counter.

“I mean, it ain’t like I repaint the damn thing every other video.” You teased. “So y’all know my name. Who are y’all?”

“Tig, sweetheart.” An older, curly haired gentleman said as he stepped around the younger boy with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his head. You could almost feel the cockiness oozing from Tig as you took his out stretched hand and shook it firmly.

“You must be the one who found my videos in the first place.” You said sweetly as you looked at the younger man. He nodded and took your offered hand.

“Juice.” He said as a slight blush tinted the tips of his ears. You smiled sweetly and glanced up at the third man that, out of the three rescuers, you would absolutely not mind getting to know a little better if you had the option to.

“Chibs.” He said in a think Scottish accent you weren’t expecting. Your face revealed your surprise as you covered your heart with your hand.

“Well good Lawd will ya listen ta that accent!” You cooed with a sweet, genuine smile. “Betcha worked hard on that one.” You threw him a wink, causing him to blush as well. You looked at the three men and licked your lips. “Well thank ya kindly for helping me out. I’d love to stay and chat but I’m fixin’ ta have ‘bout a three hour drive ahead of me ta the next campground so I can get some laundry done ‘fore sun goes d…”

“We have a washer.” Tig said a little too quickly. He received a smack to the back of the head from Chibs, who cleared his throat.

“What he meant ta say was, if ye don’ wan’ ta race the sun, we’d be happy ta put ye up for the night. We’ve a washer and dryer ye don’t have ta pay for, hot water for a show’a an’ a real bed if ye’d like.”

“Well bless your hearts.” You sighed as you glanced down at Tink. “That actually sounds like heaven. Be able ta get ta bed early for once and give this little mutt a shower where she ain’t gettin’ dirty ‘gain right away. Won’t be much for company, though; Wednesdays are order days an’ I got bunch of them.”

“That’s OK.” Juice said with a nod of his head. You could tell just by the look in his eyes that he was slightly star-struck.

“Just so you know, we’re mechanics as well. If you want, we can look at your truck for you, free of charge.” You glanced over at Tig and smiled.

“Well I’ll take you boys up on that. I’m due for an oil change as is but I ain’t takin’ no free ride. So I guess just lead the way to the nearest gas station an’ I’ll follow y’all the rest of the way.”

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“You drink, luv?” You looked up at Chibs and nodded as you sealed the next envelope and put it in the box you needed to take to the post office.

“I do. Thank you kindly.” You took the beer from him and gestured to the seat next to you with a smile. “I legally have ta let you know that I’m recordin’. Though I’m always recordin’.” You said as you gestured to your laptop in front of you and the GoPro that was attached to the awning you were under. Chibs nodded as he took a seat and glanced up at the camera.

“Don’ ye get tired of cameras in yer face all the time?” He asked. You took a swig of your beer as you pulled up the next order for the crystals you sold on your laptop and laughed with a shake of your head.

“I’ve had cameras in my damn face for three years. I’m so used to it now I don’t even notice it.” You glanced over at him as you grabbed the box of Obsidian spheres and the box of Lapis spheres you had picked up to sell in Arizona from the tote box beside you. “It’s how I make money.” He cocked his eyebrow as he leaned back in the chair, jumping a bit when Tink pressed her nose against his elbow to get loved on.

“How do ye make money recordin’ yerself?” You glanced up at him and smiled as he scratched Tink on the top of her head.

“Lots’a different ways. Like right now, if I post this part of my week on Sunday’s video, I’m promotin’ the fact that I’m sellin’ crystals. I buy them ‘round the country and people flock ta them like bees ta flowers.” He chuckled at your analogy as you closed the shipping box and taped the shipping label to the top. “And I got companies that sponsor me for this an’ that.” You flicked your Mossy Oak ball cap to make a point.

“I wear their gear, promotin’ their business. My followers see that an’ they’re more likely ta buy their stuff. Ain’t much money in that; ten bucks here, five there but it adds up. I also write reviews on products I try out. Companies send me things ta try an’ pay me a few bucks to mention them an’ their products in my videos. I write those reviews up on Mondays and update my blog those days.” You shrugged as you closed the next envelope and grabbed the label.

“Travelin’ round the states ain’t just drivin’ ‘round. I work forty hours a week jus’ like everyone else. I just do it outta my truck.” You smiled as you grabbed the next box of tumbled stones you needed. “I do tutorials when I fix my RV or redecorate. I do yoga videos few times a month when I find a nice lake or some cool mountains and shit for a background. That’s what got me popular in the first place. Bein’ half naked in yoga videos an’ makin’ fun’a myself doin’ stupid shit when I drive. I called companies ta get sponsored way I do. But in the three years I’ve been doin’ this, I’ve been ta every national park few times and have met so many amazing people. I get ta see the United States in’a way ain’t many people get ta. An’ while it’s a pain in the ass ta live in a small RV sometimes, I ain’t gunna trade it for nothin’.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun, luv.” You smiled and nodded as you added another finished box to the rest.

“It is. I enjoy it more’n anythin’.”

“Wha’ made ye take off on the road in the first place?” You couldn’t help but pinch your lips together as you shook your head.

“Ain’t a story worth tellin’.” He nodded as you reached out, grabbed your beer and changed the subject. “How’s my truck?”

“Oil’s changed. Opie… one of the lads works ‘ere, is gettin’ a new radiate’a ‘ose. Yers woulda givin’ ye some trouble ‘bout a month or so. Rotated the tires for ye as well. And no, ye ain’t payin’ for shite.” Your jaw snapped closed and you scowled.

“Well thank you. That helps more than y’all ever know.” He tipped his head toward you as you tossed the last package into the box going to the post office. With a sigh, you glanced over at Tink, who was laying on her back in heaven, getting her belly rubbed. “Hey traitor. Wanna go get the clothes?” She twisted her body the slightest bit and huffed at you as Chibs pulled his hand away. With a grumble, she stretched and rolled over to her side, almost defiantly. You glanced up at Chibs and held your finger up with a smile. “You want a bath?” Almost instantly, she jumped to her feet and looked at you as her tail started wagging against the side of Chibs’ chair. You looked up at the man and smiled. “Wanna point me in the direction of a shower ‘fore I start laundry… maybe conserve water with me?” He smirked and nodded his head as he got up from the chair.

“I think tha’ can be arranged, luv.”

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“Is it just me or does (Y/N) look like she’s putting on a little weight?”

“Getting a little puffy around the middle.”

“Love this view! Wish I could do what you do!”

“Stop hating on (Y/N)! Love that top, gurl. Going to get one myself, now!”

“Get it girl! Fuck the haters, you’re gorgeous!”

“Damn. Puffy or not, I wish I had a body like that.”

Your brow furrowed as you skimmed through the comments section of the most recent yoga video you posted by Lake McDonald in Montana.

“Puffy?! I ain’t puffy!” You said as you glanced down at your stomach. You had absolutely put on a few pounds in the past few weeks but you didn’t realize it was so noticeable. You glanced over at Tink as the two of you got some summer sun at a small campground in Montana. “Am I puffy, Tink?” She responded with a single, low ‘woof’ and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” You closed your YouTube app and set your phone down on your little table; trading it for a glass of sweet tea. You glanced at the liquid for a moment, trying to figure out what you had been eating the past few weeks that could have put weight on like you did.

You hadn’t been eating any different, sticking to chicken mostly because it was easy to freeze and easier to store in your small freezer. You didn’t eat many sweets because you couldn’t justify not sharing them with Tinkerbell and she didn’t need them either. The only real sugar you had was in your tea… You sat up slowly as you mentally ran through your grocery bills the past few months. Your stomach turned almost painfully as you realized ‘tampons’ hadn’t been added to the list in a while.

“Oh, son of’a bitch.” You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before standing up and grabbing your chair. Tink jumped to her feet, knowing the rules that she was supposed to stay at your heels at all times in campgrounds and followed you toward your camper. “Smart move, (Y/N).” You mumbled to yourself as you secured your ‘porch’ belongings inside and closed and locked the door. “Condoms, you moron. Condoms.” You grabbed your truck keys off the back tire and headed to the passenger side of your vehicle. You continued to grumble as you helped Tink into her seat and clipped her harness onto her broad chest.

“There's a tree stump in a Louisiana swamp with a higher IQ than me right now.” You grumbled as you headed over to the driver side and climbed in. You snatched the GoPro from your dash and dropped it in the middle console, not wanting to deal with filming yourself on the way to the store to get a pregnancy test.

——

Four pregnancy tests, a trip to the local walk-in clinic and an ultrasound later, you found yourself, absolutely, 100%, 14 weeks pregnant. You laid in your bed that night, staring out the sky roof you had installed yourself the year before at the star dappled night sky, running scenarios through your head of what to do.

You didn’t have a home to go back to, your permanent address was a PO box in your home town of Boone, North Carolina. The only family you had was an older, half sister that couldn’t stand the sight or though of you since, in her book, you were to blame for her mother dying during child birth. Your father dipped out when you were still in the hospital nursery and you had been in and out of foster care since you were a baby.

You made enough money on the road and had enough in your savings account that raising a baby on your own on the road wasn’t a big deal financially but then you’d be raising a baby on your own on the road. That in and of itself was a whole other beast to tackle. With your job choice, your child would be in the spot light from birth. Eventually, his or her father was bound to find out and would probably want to try to put a stop to it.

But your child would be raised to love the country and be respectful to the environment. It would see the beauties of the world most children didn’t get a chance to see. Sure, it would slow you down on the road a bit but in all honestly, where were you in a hurry to get to anyways? You lived day by day, staying in places for a day or a week at a time. It was entirely up to you. It would also open you up to new business opportunities as well… not that that was the sole reason to keep your baby.

It would give you the chance to meet even more people around the country and maybe even joining one of the many groups that traveled around together. But keeping the child meant home schooling and more bills per month. Couponing a little more hardcore than you already did could help that. You knew enough people on the road as is that getting hand me downs from other families would be easy.

You rolled on your side and looked at Tink, who was peacefully snoring away. With a baby, you would have to consider getting a bigger RV or adjust maybe just the current layout. Tink would have to get used to sleeping on the floor or at least down by your feet since she was spoiled. Eventually, you would have to turn the back area where you had the chairs you didn’t really use into a toddler bed.

A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you though about having a baby. Watching her walk for the first time in the waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Helping him learn to read in the summer sun by Lake Tahoe. Sure it wouldn’t be easy by any stretch of the imagination… but at the end of the day, it would be worth it. You sat up and grabbed your phone as you flipped on the light on your bed. Tink opened her eye to see what you were doing just as you snapped a photo of her. With a grumble, she put her paws over her eyes and huffed lazily as you took the photo you really wanted and began to edit it. Half hour later, when you were completely satisfied, you added the photo to your Instagram without thinking of any consequences.

@TinktravelstheUSA- Mommy is so mean to me! She’s bringing a cryin’ little monster into my home for Christmas. I protest this new development, mommy. Babies suck!

Baby (Y/L/N) due in early December! Mommy-to-be and big sister, Tink are super excited to share the beautiful world with their little bundle of joy!

Within seconds of you uploading the photo of Tink with a drawn ‘future big sister’ hat, the comments and likes started rolling in. Congratulations and well wishes poured in with the peppered in negative comment here and there. They were always expected from people who didn’t agree with your lifestyle choices or others that were jealous for one reason or another. You smiled broadly at your decision and put your phone into do not disturb mode before climbing under your blankets to call it a night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey Chibs. You’re gunna wanna see this, man.”

“Kinda busy a’ the moment, Juicy.” Chibs called out as he held the starter he was replacing in place. He got the first screw tightened in place before he was pulled out from under the car by his ankle. “The bloody ‘ell…” His words sputtered to a stop as he stared at the instagram photo you had posted the week before of you doing a handstand by a lake you found in Buffalo Bill state park in Wyoming outside of Yellowstone and it was beyond obvious that you were five months pregnant.

“With everything going on, I haven’t been keeping up with her posts…” Juice couldn’t finish as Chibs ripped the laptop from his hands. He walked over and set it down on the work bench in the back of the garage.

“I need ta talk ta ‘er. ‘ow do I talk ta ‘er?!” He shouted as he clicked on the arrow beside the photo. He didn’t know whether to be happy or pissed as looked at the photo of your dog, resting her head on your baby bump protectively by the same lake. “Moth’a christ.”

“We can send her a message but I don’t know if when she’d see it…”

“Tha’s m’child, Juice!” He shouted as he started to shake violently. “Ahhh, fuck tha’s m’child.” Tears welled in his eyes as he grabbed onto the table edge in front of him for a moment. His stomach rolled and he ran to the trash can in the corner.

“Hell’s wrong with him?” Gemma asked as she stepped out of the office. Juice turned the laptop toward her as Half Sack ran toward the club house for a wet washcloth and some Jameson.

“Remember that girl with the dog who parked her RV here for a night like six months ago? Yea, she’s pregnant.” Gemma quickly came out of the office and headed over to the computer as Chibs sunk down into a corner.

“How do you know it’s yours? This gash could just want…” She started as she put on her reading glasses and looked at the photo.

“‘cause I was the first man she slept wit’ in a year.” Chibs groaned as he closed his eyes in an attempt to stop the headache that was beginning to pound in his skull.

“She had a thing for his accent. And she’s not after money or she would have messaged me to find Chibs. I stumbled on this myself. Don’t think she would have ever told him…” Chibs instantly lurched to his feet and got sick again, causing both Gemma and juice to cringe.

“Alright, get him into the clubhouse. No one needs to see this.” Juice nodded as he closed his his laptop and headed over to grab his best friend.

“Come on, buddy. Let’s get you inside.” Juice said as he helped Chibs to his feet.

“M’child. I’m gon’ be a father.” He muttered as he stumbled along, too stunned to say much anything else. “Fuck, Juice. M’child.”

“I know, buddy. I know. We’ll figure it out.”

Part 2

#Chibs x Reader #Life On The Road

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101: FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS

» completion points: 3,450 » objective: BOLD what applies to your muse. Don’t forget to include pictures, and/or detailed descriptions.

Body: Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms.Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame (5 ft 4 or shorter). Lanky frame. Short nails.Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet.Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hand. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

** Irene has been known to be quite a petite woman with her features small yet well-proportioned; small waist, narrow hips, tones stomach and legs of average length make up Bae Joohyun, who in pictures, look taller than she actually is in real life. Though she’s received much criticism for her small stature, Irene has also been known to be an idol possessing the desirable S-line figure.

Height (click here to convert to feet): Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

** Officially, Irene’s height is listed 161cm ever since debut. Unfortunately, since she has debuted at the age of 24, women don’t normally grow even an inch at that stage, so she’s been stuck with the same height ever since. As mentioned above, her great proportions gifted her to deceive people, making her appear taller than her actual height especially when she wears pants as of recent. Some, however, say that in real life, she looks around 155 to 158cm, proving how short she really is in some side by side photos with their tallest member Joy or with other tall idols, male and female alike.

Skin: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

** Although there were certain speculations of Irene getting excessively whitewashed by her fansites and reporters alike, many low quality pictures and even fan accounts can deny this (even I can testify to this this...). She, together with member Wendy, appear paler side by side their members. Additionally, Irene used to battle with really bad acne due to schedule stress at that time, but she seems to be taking good care of her skin as of late as it appears more dewy and smooth even without makeup.

Eyes: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Red. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond.Close-set. Wide-set.Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

** Irene has said that the part she is most confident about herself are her eyes. Her eyes are animatedly wide and expressive with thick lashes and double eye lids. Her double eye lids give her the doe-eye look, even being compared to past EXO member Luhan during her debut days due to her eyes. An interesting fact about her eyes is that she has a mole on the inside of her left eye, just beside her iris.

Hair: Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight.Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows.Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

** Unfortunately, Irene’s hair isn’t in the best of state. Since then, her hair has been cute very slightly just to get rid of damaged hair. Although her hair is naturally straight, she’s more often than not seen sporting a wavy do. She’s also tried outrageous hair colors ranging from platinum blonde to ash grey/purple, thus causing the slight damage of her hair. As for her eyebrows, Irene doesn’t have think eyebrows and her eyebrows aren’t shaped in a way to alter her overall look. Normally, stylists (and herself) just follow her natural eyebrow shape with a subtle arc.

Tattoos/piercings: Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). OTHER ( auricle piercing)

** Irene has quite the traditional ideals, so even if they were allowed to get tattoos on visible body parts (which they aren’t considering television rules), she still would not consider getting one. Piercings, however, are okay. She has two on her ears, yet she probably would stop at that, too.

Cosmetics: Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make up.

** Irene is quite insecure with her bare face though many have told her of how pretty she looked, so she often sticks to putting on makeup. Normally, her everyday makeup consists of light eyeshadow one shade darker than her skin tone to highlight her bottom crease, a gentle line, some mascara, and lip tint. However, with stage performances or photoshoots, it depends on the given instructions to the stylist or the concept of the shoot, really.

Scent: Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food.Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

** I don’t know. I’m not really all too sure about Irene’s scent nor what she prefers to use. I think she really likes fresh scents like vanilla. She also likes lavender-scented candles. But I sort of see her as someone who would smell like fresh baby powder.

Clothes: Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yogapants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt.Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band Tshirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skit. Tshirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jeans shorts. Sweater.Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit (bespoke, made-to-measure, or not at all). Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs.Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels.Black. Dark colors.

Shoes: Sneakers. Slip-ons. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high boots. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

** Irene actually doesn’t think too much about what she wears most of the time. She doesn’t have a fashion formula, either. She just likes to go with what she is comfortable with or what her mood tells her to wear. There was a time where she was basically obsessed with leather jackets, but lately she’s been wearing a lot of stripes and/or dresses. Most of the time, she’s seen sporting comfy looks such as oversized sweaters and shorts, and oversized shorts paired with leggings or yoga pants. As for footwear, she’s so random with them at times. At airports and on the way to schedule, she’s seen always wearing sneakers, but there was a random occasion at the airport where she wore heels. These days, she seems to be into wearing round specs, too.

#{ bottom line is irene is really smol and everything about her is tiny LOL }#kr:101complete #kr:fashion #( ;stories of spring )#{ it's finally done }

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