Made A Picrew Of My Oc, Himeko! She’s So Cute Looking! I Hope You Guys Like Her!
Made a Picrew of my oc, Himeko! She’s so cute looking! I hope you guys like her!
And if you want an Gyaru oc as well, here’s the link!
Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2056024/complete?cd=865m3oFA2n
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⋆·˚ ༘ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ
𐙚 his imprint is a hime gyaru
the first time paul sees you, he does a double take.
la push is full of earth tones, denim, and practical clothing, and then there’s you—big teased hair, pastel dresses, frilly skirts, and pearls.
you look like you walked straight out of a fairytale, and paul? he’s gone.
imprinting has him locked in immediately.
“what the hell is she wearing?” embry snickers, but paul shuts it down with a glare so intense it silences the entire pack.
they all know he’s done for.
paul is the most aggressive protector ever.
he was already overprotective, but now? you’re his delicate princess, his fragile, perfect girl, and he will throw hands over you.
someone so much as looks at you funny? paul is already rolling up his sleeves.
you call him your “big bad wolf,” and it makes him feral.
at first, he worries about his temper.
you’re soft and sweet—what if he scares you?
but the first time he snaps and you just pout, cross your arms, and call him a silly puppy, he’s completely whipped.
no one has ever tamed him like you.
paul adores watching you get ready.
he’ll sit on your bed, completely fascinated as you do your hair and makeup.
sometimes, he’ll mess with your ribbons and bows just to get you to swat his hand away.
“babe, do you really need to spend an hour on your hair?”
“yes.”
paul sighs but secretly loves watching you curl each strand with precision.
matching outfits? yes.
you get him to wear pastels ONCE, and the pack never lets him live it down.
but you? you beam up at him and call him your “handsome prince,” and suddenly, he’s wearing whatever you want.
he carries your bags whenever you go shopping. no complaints.
you’re walking out of the mall with five pink shopping bags, and paul’s holding all of them, grumbling, but lowkey loves spoiling you.
when you’re cold, he wraps you up in his massive hoodie, even though it completely ruins your outfit.
but you let it slide because he’s warm and smells like pine and home.
if anyone dares to make fun of your style, paul is on them instantly. even just a side comment? they’re dead.
“she looks like a damn doll.”
“yeah? and you look like you got dressed in the dark. try again.”
loves how tiny you are next to him.
he’ll literally lift you up out of nowhere just because he can.
forehead kisses are his favorite—he loves how he can just tilt your chin up and claim your lips.
when he phases and comes back to you, still shaking from adrenaline, you’re right there, brushing his messy hair back, pressing soft kisses to his jaw. it calms him down instantly.
paul may be rough around the edges, but for you? he’s a total sweetheart.
he lets you do his hair, paint his nails (he acts annoyed, but he never removes the polish), and listens to you rant about the latest liz lisa collection like it’s the most important thing in the world.
he is YOUR wolf, your protector, your prince.
and no matter how frilly and delicate you look, he knows you’re stronger than people think. and damn, does he love you for it.
paul’s love language? carrying your things. purse? he’s holding it. shopping bags? already in his hands. your teacup-sized dog? sitting under his arm like it’s normal.
the pack dies laughing the first time they see paul lahote—the angriest wolf in la push—holding a pink, bedazzled purse without complaint.
you once made an entire scrapbook of your cutest outfits, complete with stickers, lace borders, and handwritten notes about each look.
paul carries it in his car just so he can flip through it when he misses you.
“you’re obsessed with me.”
“yeah. so?”
paul gets crazy jealous, and it’s almost funny because you’re too sweet to even notice.
some guy flirts with you? paul’s immediately throwing his arm around you, tugging you into his chest, and glaring the guy into submission.
“she’s taken.”
“paul, he was just asking for the time—”
“he can check his damn phone.”
he never understands fashion trends, but he loves seeing you happy.
you show up wearing a tiara, pearls, and a lace dress with a huge bow on the back, and paul just sighs before pulling you into his lap.
“you look ridiculous.”
“you think i’m cute.”
he kisses your nose. “damn right i do.”
the first time you cry in front of him, he panics.
your usual soft, bubbly voice is cracking, and your mascara is running, and paul is ready to kill whoever hurt you.
but instead of raging, he gathers you up in his arms, pressing kisses into your hair.
“tell me who did this. i’ll handle it.”
“it’s just—my dress got ruined—”
paul deadass thinks someone hurt you. but no, your dress just ripped.
cue paul staring at you for a second before he sighs and kisses your forehead.
“princess, we’re buying you another one. hell, we’ll buy five.”
paul has zero patience, but he will sit completely still when you do his hair.
he lets you clip pink bows into it, run your fingers through it, and style it however you want. no one can say a damn thing about it.
he’s soft for you in ways no one understands.
the pack doesn’t recognize him anymore. paul, the most explosive hothead, is now the guy who carries pink shopping bags and lets his girlfriend put glitter on his cheekbones.
“you’ve changed, man.”
paul shrugs. “yeah. i’m happy.”
you call him ‘my knight in shining armor.’ and paul? he takes it seriously.
no one messes with you, no one touches you, and no one disrespects you. you’re his princess, and he’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you safe.
paul loves to interlace your fingers with his and just smirks at how delicate you are compared to him. he’s so much bigger, rougher, and stronger—but he’d never hurt you. you’re his soft spot.
if you get scared, paul immediately has you tucked into his chest, one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head.
“i got you, baby.”
and just like that, you feel safe.
paul lahote, the angriest, toughest wolf in la push, belongs entirely to you—his pink-wearing, bow-loving, frilly-dress princess.
and honestly? he wouldn’t have it any other way.
the concept and idea of “you can always start trying to be a better person” is extremely important to me both in media and irl and i continue to be deeply deeply disturbed by the trend on this site pushing that these ideas in media are bad writing or even morally reprehensible
because theyd rather someone stay terrible or just straight up die than become a better person
from a compassionate point of view it’s deeply distressing and from a pragmatic point of view it’s outright frustrating
it’s fucked up.
‼️‼️We will die at any moment‼️‼️
The war has returned after 15 months of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are afraid...The sound is frightening.😭
There is no food, no drink, no medicine, the crossing is closed and everything is expensive.
‼️We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate. 😭🙏😞🫂‼️
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4. hime gyaru
hime gyaru, also know as princess gal, is a subculture of the broader gyaru fashion movement from Japan. it blends hyper femininity, elegance, and opulence, drawing inspiration from princesses and rococo fashion. here is a detailed breakdown of hime gyaru.
origins and development
hime gyaru emerged as a subculture of the gyaru fashion movement in the early 2000s. gyaru, which means gal is Japanese, is a youth fashion subculture that emphasizes glamour, beauty, and rebellion against traditiona; Japanese beauty standards.influences by european rococo and Marie Antoinette aesthetics, hime gyaru combines elements of japanese kawaii culture with an extravagant and princess like style. brands like Jesus diamante and Liz Lisa were instrumental in popularizing the look.
key motifs
elegant and opulent clothing: hime gyaru putifts often feature dresses and skirts with luxurious fabrics, laces, ribbons, and frills. silhouettes are typically aline or fit and flare to enhance a feminine, princess like appearance.
pastel and soft colors: the color palette includes pastel pinks, white, creams, and other soft, delicate hues that add to the fairy tale charm of the style.
statement hair and accessories: big, voluminous hair is a signature of hiem gyaru. hairsty;es often includes large curls, bouffants, and elaborate updos, sometimes adorn with tiaras, bows, and floral headpieces.
luxurious details: pearls, rhinestones, and other sparkling embellishments are common in hime gyaru fashion, both in clothing and accessories. shoes after featured high heels with bows or other decorative elements
doll like makeup: makeup is characterized by flawless, porcelain skin, dramatic false eyelashes, and gradient or glossy lips, the overall look aims to create a doll like, elegant appearances.
music
hime gyaru fashion doesn't have a very specfic music genre associated with it, but j-pop artis and idols who embrace a cute elegant style, such as kyary pamyu pamyu and AI otsuka, often resonate with the aesthetic.
here are a few other music artists I suggest personally!!!!!!
Kyary Pamyu Pamyu
Momoiro Clover Z
Faky
Babymetal
Guso Drop
Sakura Fujiwara
Necronomidol
Mary’s Blood
Lovebites
Broken By The Scream
movies
films and media that feature princesses or luxurious, elegant settings align well with hime gyaru. movies like Marie Antoinette directed by Sofia Coppola and Disney princess films provide visual inspiration for the opulent and regal aspects of the style.
here are some other movies to watch as well!!!!!!!!!!!
Kamikaze Girls (2004)
Paradise Kiss (2011)
Boys Over Flowers (2005)
Hanayome wa Yakudoshi (2013)
Sailor Fuku to Shichinin no Kobanashi (2012)
Honto ni Atta Kowai Hanashi (2007)
Himitsu no Hanazono (2012)
Koibito ni Hanataba wo (2011)
Love Exposure (2008
books and other medias
manga and anime: shojo manja and anime that feature beautiful, elegant characters and romantic storylines often appeal to hime gyaru athusiasts. titles like nana ny AI yazawa and cardcaptor Sakura by clamp showcase characters with a sense of style that resonates with hime gyaru
magazines: japanese fashion magazines like ageha and egg often feature hime gyaru style, providing readers with the latest trends, makeup tutorials and hairstyle ideas.
social media: platforms like Instagram, youtube, and TikTok are vital for hime gyaru fashionistas to share their outfits, makeup routines, and diy projects. influencers and fashion icons within the community play a significant role in popularizing and evolving the style.
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outfit inspo
overall, hime gyaru is a glamorous and elegant fashion subculture that celebrates femininity, opulence and a fairytale princess aesthetic. it combines luxurious clothing, dramatic hairstyles, and doll like makeup to create a look that is both extravagant and charming.
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Save our lives ‼️🚨
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
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Save our lives ‼️🚨
"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔
The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭
We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔
On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.
I bled on the way.
I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭
The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.
Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.
But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.
I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."
And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.
“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.
I don’t want to lose this child too.
Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.
My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔
But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.
The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭
I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭
I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔
Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.
As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.
He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔
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at least can all we agree that the original gay flag with the magic and sex colours is BEAUTIFUL and it should make a comeback
She’s so pretty
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