(IC) comment on the above oc's fashion sense

(bhgyfguy sorry he's so mean ;-; feel free to roast him back he so deserved it)

Ben stared at Tabtha in shock, trying to process what he just saw. "Is that seriously what you wear.. On a daily basis?" He winced and slowly turned around in an effort to not look at her too much "Heresy... Impossible... Unspeakable... Heresy.." Ben shook his head, getting his thoughts back together. "Listen up Tabitha, i don't know who you are or where you from but i hate you already. What even is this atrocity of an outfit? All beiges and browns do not pop with these brown hair and peachy skin of yours, what do you want to look like a piece of dirt?? Pathetic! And that hat... Ugh i don't want to look at it why is it so ugly! Is it all supposed to be some sort of work attire? A uniform? Either way this is the worst work clothing i have ever seen, please don't cross paths with me ever again."

(I'M SO SORRY)

"No offense, but..." Jules look at Ben from top to bottom and gulp, trying to supress his expression and not to be rude "...my guy, you kinda look like what will happen if Joker crossover with One Piece and decided to go with punk-rock style instead of clown or pirate aesthetic. Don't get me wrong, I like how you look, but damn that is one excessive look. For me, anyways." Said the guy who dressed in all pink with pink-colored pets

He smiled. "Well, I really like your palette." He joked, gesturing to his clothes. "Uhm- Guess you have a cool jacket? Not really my style. I prefer more simplistic clothes. The bowties cool! Uhm- I think I'll just stop now."

(phobic is brutally honest you are free to bonk them <3)

Phobic's eyes quietly examined the man under their bangs, trying to think of how to compliment the fellow humanoid hybrid quickly. they sharply exhaled, sighing.

''I wouldn't even where what you're wearing to bed'' Phobic bluntly said, pausing for a moment. ''but I do like your bandanna and eyes'' they tilted their head to the side slightly. ''perhaps if you wore something like cargo pants your fashion would improve'' they added.

(SORRY IN ADVANCE

"Eugh, your clothes look as if they were shat out of-" He had to find the right worst to truly describe the absolutely abhorrent design of this beast's garbs "They look like they were shat out of a pipe filled to the brim with lighter oil. I just Pray that they catch fire so that the eye sore can be purged from this mortal plane"

"Seriously old man, I don't know what purpose that shoulder pad is serving you or even how it stays put. It seems like your shoulder is the last thing you should worry about when you're that old and slow. Also.. who puts a buckle on a hat.. and why is it shaped like two mountaintops? It's not like you're gonna get any taller. Just because yellow and red are next to each other on the colorwheel doesn't mean they go together. You don't have to take advice from nature and send out warning signals with your color choice. Your attitude already does all the work for you."

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N’arfi was quite unimpressed by Mateus’s words. “Is that so? Quite funny that you’d say that when you yourself act like a manchild. Are you really a diety? I’ve seen humes with a greater sense of self. Besides, you shouldn’t speak of long robes. You have one yourself and the color makes you look like a fat chocobo.”

(I just want to say, I love Mateus's design! It fits his background/himself very well, and I love everything about it. I love the little details like the fabric to even just the facial structure! He's handsome /g! Ceridwen is just a pretty rude person so please don't take this to heart </3)

"Well," Ceridwen placed down her magazine with an attitude only an angsty teenager could muster. "Let's start, the most glaring issue is, how are you even comfortable in that? I get that you're some sort of' all-powerful god' but don't you get HOT in that metal armor thing? Doesn't it hurt your shoulders?" The teen spat passionately but bitterly. "I give you points for uniqueness, and it fits you well... I guess... But, haven't you heard? Yellow is so out now! I get you probably some immortal deity stuck in the ye old 1800s, but I assure you, nobody wears yellow anymore." With a heavy sigh, she flopped back into her chair, before commenting. "And why is that hip cape or whatever so tugged?

(feel free to roast her. Go ahead be mean I know her design is.. Something even for a jojo oc)

"one star hot topic" - I AM FUCKING HOLLERING-

The storm was already coming. A brewery of rage, Ceridwen had compiled the holy trinty of her social medias: tiktok, tumblr and twitter, and she was ready to kill.

(God, this is a sight to see before bed. Not saying it's bad though, I think it looks okay to me, looks like a nightmare to redraw though. 0.0 )

"What- What is this!?" Morrison took a step back and blinked at her. He was blinded like a deer in the headlights by the black and white patterns of an 80s punk inspired tragedy. The words tumbled out before he could bite his tongue. "Oh, god, what one star hot topic did you come from? I- I don't even know where to start with this, with you!" He trailed off into various noises of stress and dismay, speechless. He didn't know what else to say, what could he say about this disaster? He kept his mouth shut however and turned to leave, wanting to avoid the resulting teen anger that was surely, if not already, heading his way.

Luhua circles the man inquisitively, eyeing him up and down as she went. He wasn’t dressed to the nines per se, but his style of clothing did remind her of someone you’d see working in an upscale bar. It was plain, but nice. 

“Your fashion is simple, yet chic.” she decides, stopping in front of Morrison to clap her hands together. Her eyes sparkle.

“The black and white color scheme you wear draws attention to your head, bringing out the color of your hair and eyes. Although small, the pair of silver hoops you’re wearing does tie the outfit together. When this is taken in consideration alongside your vest and slacks, it gives you the impression of someone sophisticated with a hidden ‘wild side’. It’s not something I’d wear, but for you, I like it! It fits your complexion quite well; great job on picking out your outfit!”

Damn, her tone of voice kind of stung.

“A lot…? I mean, I’m not doing much to begin with, so wearing something like this daily isn’t totally impractical.” She lifts the edges of her skirt slightly to examine it. “…is it really that bad...?“

Karma looked at Yang in disbelief. This style of clothing was so.. Impractical. "G0d, how do you do anything in that?" She asked. Surely running in a skirt was no easy task. "You look.. Like a rebooted, modernish, Snow White." She then followed up with, remembering a picture from inside an old storybook she'd once found. Now that she thought about it, the princess looked even worse. "I suppose that's better."

"Does everyone in that undercity of yours dress themselves in bandages? Or, are you just particularly humble?" Hir voice, in it's electronic synthesis, is hard to discern- zi could be mocking Karma, or genuinely asking. Given the slight roll in hir eyes, and the ever-so-subtle smirk, one might be more likely than the other. "I know you mostly get sewer water down there, but I'm pretty sure you're capable of washing that set of rags. --Keep the hood, though. The face.... distracts,"

"Jeez-" She turned her eyes away from hir. "It's-uh- really confident?" She peeked back to get a better look. The colors bounced off eachother, like a million reflective neon rainbows. "You-You have a nice jacket?" She was finding things to compliment about hir, so zi wouldn't get mad at her. In fact, they looked kind of like a God. But who? Not Casseopia, thats for sure. Maybe Selene? Sage? She could be rather flashy. "Cool..colors." She said, not sure what else to do.

"are you..sure you want me to judge those clothes? are you sure you just didn't forget to change from your pajamas?" Bon raised an eyebrow at her "I'm not gonna sugarcoat sweetie,you really need to change those clothes if you are going outside in any way,a button up is not nearly enough for more than house-wear" writing something in a little paper and gives it to her while talking in a condescending tone "we can always cover those freckles up if you are interested,wouldn't hurt,would it?just give me a call" 

"Oh- uhm..." Selene placed a finger on their lips, humming to themselves while curiously eyeing Bon. "I really enjoy your style. It looks great on you, the red really complements your eyes!" They chuckled, "I'm almost a bit jealous, I wish I could wear red as well as you can." For a brief second their eyes lingered on Bon's left sleeve, right below the cuff - was that- was that blood? No, surely it was something else, right? Yes, of course- they blinked a few times to snap out of their cursed thoughts, smiling back at Bon. "My favorite thing has to be the bow though, it looks so cute and well made! Would you mind telling me where you got it? If it's still available, I mean..."

(v that was so cute  )