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It’s all about the visuals baby!
Hello people of Vice welcome to our second task! This is a two part (technically three) part task that is pushing you towards rounding out your muses visuals!
Pollux’s clothing choice is very much whatever he feels like wearing. Personally, he doesn’t care much for the whole ‘gendered clothing’ and doesn’t quite get it (given he lived most of his life in hell) however, his main choices of clothing would be considered ‘masculine.’ He can’t forget the fishnets, though.
For the most part, Pollux dresses for comfort and aesthetic. A comfort aesthetic. His closet consists of dark colors mixed with red, chokers, rings, and skinny jeans-- ripped at the knees, black, or both. His shoes are mainly combat boots mixed with converses.
His style is quite grunge, revealing no sign of his age, still, and is quite modern. He doesn’t mind showing skin nor does he mind wearing something a bit out there-- he usually just doesn’t. Comfort is his main thing. Looking nice is his second. His clothing is usually covered in white fur, anyways.
“In the darkest days, when I feel inadequate, unloved and unworthy, I remember my home. I remember whose daughter I am and I straighten my crown.”
floor to ceiling windows, stark white walls, monochromatic furniture, sharp edges and modern contrast, geometric chandeliers, vast empty space, lonely silence interrupted by the shrill ring of a landline, heels echoing off of high ceilings, silk falling from naked skin, blood stains covered by expensive rugs, high pitched moans silenced by the sound of running water
Pollux for the past two years has been living with the Night Bloods’ leaders, Alex and Minki. Given their time spent together, it made sense, however, Pollux felt it was time to branch off and live on his own. He recently found an apartment, and despite being unable to move due to his injuries, this is a look into Pollux’s home life-- clean, crisp, and modern-- despite being an old soul.
The 2,000+ year old hellhound doesn’t show his age in either fashion or decorating style, and he largely chose the apartment for the colors provided-- black, white, grey, and wood. All of these are appealing to him. His main choice of lighting is dim, fairy lights and string lights being scattered around the apartment to create an even cozier vibe.
When he isn’t busy working, or at his best friends’ homes, Pollux can largely be found slumbering, reading, watching horror movies and series, and cuddling up to his samoyed, Church. Overall, Pollux’s decorating is cozy and clean for him, with a darker coloration.
Sy’s closet is a mix of comfort and aesthetic. While he will mainly be seen wearing t-shirts and crop tops, when he dresses up, he dresses up. Whether that necessarily is a masculine or feminine style, either one could go. He could even do a mix. Being non-binary, he chooses to wear whatever the fuck he wants without giving a fuck about who comments. His style runs a bit on the promiscuous side when he isn’t dressed down in t-shirts and jeans.
Sy lives in a cozy little home outside of the city, mainly for his animal purposes but also for the privacy. He lives alone, aside from his three bunnies Poppy, Dandy, Sage, his cat, Dina, and his koi fish and goldfish. All incredibly spoiled.
His home is bunny proofed, given the buns have access to anything and everything, with a closed in backyard for even more privacy. His environment is ultimately comfort. It’s his safe space outside of everything, and that is very much clear, with plants and fairy lights littering the home.
flower petals pressed between books, natural light seeping through an open window, slowly bleeding papercuts, phone calls at 3am, fairy lights hug haphazardly from the ceiling, bruises on knees and knuckles, glittery nail polish, open textbooks, conflicting thoughts, the muffled sound of police sirens, blood rinsed down pristine white shower tiles