Makeovers. Sometimes they're a personal choice and sometimes you get roped into them. Sometimes it's a bet. Sometimes it's a surprise. Sometimes it can be awesome and sometimes it can be hurtful. But they're always... interesting for everyone involved.
From super fluffy to super dark, makeovers span all manner of genres even if most people's minds generally go straight to makeup and shopping trips. Not to mention that some makeovers are not for the betterment or enjoyment of the person being made over. Please warn appropriately and respect people's requests.
So for this meme:
you tag in with your character; make sure to specify if you're the person doing the makeover or the person RECEIVING the makeover and clarify any choices which you're not interested in/wouldn't work for you
someone else either chooses a few numbers or resorts to the rng and tags you
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(fictional) profit?
WHY A MAKEOVER?
Voluntary: they actually signed up for this of their own free will but they have no idea what they might get
Agreement: they've had someone on their back about changing for ages so... they agreed to do this
Total Surprise: ...what the hell, guys. What. The. Hell.
Involuntary: oh, they knew about it... and they like how they are JUST fine but you KNOW they need this
Revenge: oh, they'll see how they like it now, won't they?
Selfish: it's not really for their betterment; it's what YOU need
Educational: they need this... but not for the reason they think
Wildcard: and here goes every other possible reason
KIND OF MAKEOVER
Cosmetic: Their hair, their makeup, their clothes... this kind of makeover is only skin deep but that doesn't mean it can't have a big impact.
Your Food: Your 'fridge has been cleaned out, new spices have been added, and they've switched out your normal coffee with Foldger's crystals. Good luck!
Your Space: While they were out, you completely redecorated their personal space. Whether they like it or not, you'll just have to see...
Your Home: You went even further than the last one and actually changed their entire house/apartment/etc.
Manners: That whole talking while they're eating sloppy joes thing has GOT to go. Also, that's the wrong fork...
Attitude: They really can't solve every problem by punching it in the face. Guess who's going to sensitivity training?
Cybernetics: Maybe they want to jump higher, run faster... or replace a missing part. Either way, the new them will definitely need a bit of oiling
Cursed/Blessed: Every word they speak is diamonds... or frogs. They trip on every crack... or they're walking on air. Either way, someone's done a number on their luck.
Liar Liar/Cassandra: They're either always lying or always speaking the truth. Let's hope no one puts them in charge of any doors...
Deadlock is both open to new looks and experiences for himself or induced by him. He has a long history of bizarre and invasive surgery on people's bodies, minds, wardrobe and environment. Not always willingly.
[Could do either side. If he's getting made over it's probably something to do with attitude or some such. He's just so nice and happy all the time. To everyone. He needs to be stopped?
[Amy had been out shopping with Mels when the idea struck her. A few stylish men's shirts had caught her eye, along with some other pieces and suddenly, she was absolutely determined to give Rory a makeover. Maybe the reason Rory had never had a boyfriend before was because his style was just too bland to attract anyone? That was the theory she was sticking to as she got a little too involved with picking out outfits and then bringing the assortment over to Rory's.
She just barged right in, in typical Amy fashion, without calling him ahead of time or anything. She didn't want to give him the option to say no to this. He was off work today, he probably didn't have anything better to do.]
Rory was sitting at his desk, revising. Slightly boring - but it needed doing; he had a couple of nursing exams in two weeks having left school straight into nursing. And yes, Amy would laugh at him and tell him he did well without but he wasn't like her. He couldn't get As by coasting and was putting in the work he needed.
"Amy?" He looked up. "I'm trying to revise." Not that he thought that that would stop her. And indeed a part of him hoped it wouldn't; revising was boring and she always brightened up his day even when she was a thoroughgoing nuisance. Of course a couple of bags in her arms was probably a bad sign.
[[ooc: That's fine! I just default to brackets since...prose seems to scare people off. xD; ]]
"You can do that later," Amy brushes it off. He's right, she's about to laugh at him a little for focusing so hard on school work. It's a little endearing but mostly...just another thing for her to tease him about.
"This is going to be way more entertaining. Promise!" She sets the bags down and then proceeds to pull at Rory's arm until he leaves his revising behind.
"I mean, seriously, how interesting can..." She leans down to peer over his shoulder, "the autonomic nervous system be?" Most of what was in his notebook looked like utter gibberish to her.
Rory shrugged as he let her pull him away. He wasn't going to win this and he wasn't even especially interested in trying. One he'd learned from her "The autonomic nervous system isn't interesting. It's hungry, exciting, terrifying, and sexy." Yes, he was giving her an open goal to tease him there. Part of him hated it, but part of him enjoyed it and was going to encourage her.
"Sexy? Really, Rory?" Amy questioned, raising an eyebrow and putting her hand on her hip. "Whatever, you'll be sexy when I'm done with you," she continued, smirking. She pulled the first outfit out of the bag.
Harry must have said that at least a hundred times between the fateful day he finally won a bet and now. It kind of ended up being a double win, anyway. In proving that pigs could - indeed - fly (and in first class, no less!), Harry ended up with a pet from the whole ordeal. Who knew teacup pigs could be such good little companions? More importantly, though, it meant that Peter was required to let Harry take him suit shopping and dress him up to look like he belonged at a gala.
The sheer lack of enthusiasm from Peter was pretty much palpable, but that hardly dissuaded Harry. He'd been looking forward to this for weeks! Nothing would take this rare victory away from him. As it was, Peter wearing a suit was a rarity already. Even without his modest amount of money, he just wasn't the kind of guy to run around in flashy clothing. He probably couldn't give two shits about fashion.
And then you had Harry, the complete opposite, who loved his designer clothes and dressing to impress. He probably had more than he knew what to do with. That's part of why this was so fun, though. He wasn't shopping for him; he was shopping for someone with a different style, a different body type than his. It'd be a challenge! Probably a little more of one than he wanted if Peter decided to be difficult and decline to give constructive feedback, but... Well. He'd still figure something out, with or without Peter's help. He's fashion savvy enough to find styles that would look good on Peter and familiar enough with his tastes to make a pretty educated guess on some designs and colors he'd hate significantly less than all the rest. So, when they walk into Harry's favorite suit store, it's with a grin and arms held wide open. "Here we are, buddy!" he declared with an annoying dose of cheerfulness.
Wall to wall with suits of all kinds and colors, the place had it all. Welcome to Hell, Peter.
Peter is genuinely considering strangling himself with one of the belts from the rack on his right. The only thing stopping him is the knowledge that it would probably take a great deal of pressure to actually fuck him up, with his healing.
Harry absolutely played Peter in the long con, to the point where Peter conceded defeat out of sheer befuddlement. Harry had actually bought a pet pig and flown it in first class. How do you deny that a fricken' win? All so he could go out and spend more money on buying Peter a suit? Peter's life was nothing short of tragic at this point.
Given that one of Peter's more common forms of transportation was a skateboard, yeah, he didn't exactly run around dressed to the nines like Harry usually did. Maybe Peter would have fought it more if he didn't know it would make Harry so damn happy. But he seemed so...smug, and excited, when he showed Peter the pig - Bethany, excuse him - that Peter just resigned himself to it without too much fuss.
Doesn't mean he isn't going to make this unnecessarily difficult, because he's Peter.
"You take such pleasure in my suffering, I'm starting to think you're a sadist, Harry."
Never question the tenacity of Harry Osborn. When he really wants something, be very afraid of his ability to go through ridiculous lengths to get it.
"Only 'cause I finally get to take you suit shopping. Karma finally came around, huh, Pete?" Because, y'know, Harry doesn't already return Peter's science tangents in spades with his 3am calls about his own asinine interests. After years of frequently losing bets and having to do stupid things for being dumb enough to bet Peter in the first place, though-- this is unprecedented. Of course he's going to take pleasure in Peter's suffering; he might not get another chance.
Harry nudged Peter forward, not bothering to contain his grin.
"Just remember: I could be really mean to you and subject you to stuff I know you'd hate."
At which Harry points to a what's supposed to be a glamorous (but it just looks tacky) lamé jacket on a far wall. Do you want him to force you into a sparkly, colorful jacket, Peter? Do you? Something that's so bad that not even Harry would wear it is bad, but he's not afraid to use it as a weapon..
"But 'cause I'm such a good pal, I'll only pick out stuff I think will look nice on you." Unless you start being too much of a shit, is the unspoken add-on there.
Yes yes, you have a ridiculous amount of time and money on your hands, Harry, and with anybody else it might actually be exciting. But no, you're the multi-millionaire who makes pigs fly (there's a reason you and Peter are friends, and he thinks he's found it).
"Karma, or the law of probability?" Peter muttered, mostly to himself. Seriously though, Harry has been all smiles all day. Peter files that away for future use, in the back of his mind. Yeah, Peter remembers that vocal dissertation on keishes like it was yesterday.
"You'd only be sabotaging any future chance of getting me to come in here willingly." Peter reminded, snorting and shaking his head at his friend.
"You wouldn't." Peter zeroed in on the fashion disaster Harry was pointing to. "I'd burst into flames the minute I touched it, Harry. God trying to cleanse my body."
Because they're both a couple of over-the-top idiots?
No, Peter. It's karma. Don't bring your science nonsense into this. We also don't need to rehash out the stupid things Harry's had to do after losing bets. He'd prefer to forget about most of them.
"So... what you're saying is, there'll be more suit shopping trips in the future?" Harry piped in, his grin becoming obnoxiously wide. He hears what he wants to hear, Peter. Sorry. ...Yeah, okay, so Peter didn't exactly have a lot of places to wear fancy clothes to, but it wasn't really about that. Harry could find more than enough excuses for Peter to wear a suit. It was getting to see Peter out of his element that was fun. Besides, any opportunity to combine two of Harry's favorite things - Peter and suits - was one he was going to jump eagerly at.
Harry let out a good chuckle before clapping Peter on the shoulder. "No-- there are few people I'd subject to that level of cruelty. C'mon. I've already got a few styles in mind for you. Nothing complicated or flashy, I promise." Because at the end of the day, Harry wanted Peter to at least be marginally happy with what he was wearing. "I was thinking we could do some layering, too. Maybe a vest? You could get away with not wearing a tie that way--" And off Harry went, excitedly yammering about things that would look good on Peter. Things with lots of stylish pockets. Horizontal and diagonal stripes. Cuffed trousers. Things to visually broaden Peter's body and make him look less lanky. Vertical lines and baggy clothing were both a big no-no.
The first thing Harry dragged Peter over to were the suits themselves. They could focus on the dress shirts and vests after they found some suits Peter liked. ...Or barring any helpful enthusiasm, suits that Harry liked for him. Either way.
"So, how colorful do you wanna be? I'm assuming you don't want a bright yellow suit, but... y'know. Black and grey are classics. Safe. That's fine and all, but if you're gonna dress up, might as well have fun with it!" To prove his point, he gestured to a stylish cream and light blue suit combo on display.
Peter probably has enough dirt to bury Harry for years. He takes pictures of everything, remember?
"I said there was the slimmest chance you've ever seen, yes. Nothing's impossible - somebody could point a gun at my head and force me to come shopping with you. It's just not probable." Peter is sure Harry could and Peter will let him, because he's going to feel guilty about however much Harry spends on the suit anyway. So yeah, he'll be your date to whatever charity auction you have to attend because he's guilt-tripped himself.
"Are you sure I can't just lock myself in the changing room until they close the store? No?" Peter let Harry guide him through the store, going off on a tangent about what would look good on his body type. The answer is nothing, thank you, Peter hides under hoodies and layers for a reason. Okay, it's mostly comfort, whatever.
"...I like red and blue?" Peter offered, making a face at the idea of a bright yellow suit. Yeah, he's good on that front. He silences the snark that says none of this is fun, Harry, because watching Harry geek out is kind of worth it. Kind of. He's still grumpy. A flying pig. "...nice suit, but that's pretty much my skin tone, don't you think?"
[Either role, but I'm skipping the srs prompts for silly and light hearted this time around: cosmetic, food, space and home makeovers only, pls. F/F for shipping and ota for gen.]
[Makeover king right here. I'm alright with fluff or dark stuff and either role. He can give your character a makeover whether they like it or not, or force him to do something.. ehehe]
Deadlock | ABC Warriors
Go as light or as dark as you wish.
Kenny | The War At Home
Open to most other prompts too honestly.]
Haruhi Fujioka | Ouran Host Club
regulus black 𝗑 harry potter
Rory Williams | Dr Who
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She just barged right in, in typical Amy fashion, without calling him ahead of time or anything. She didn't want to give him the option to say no to this. He was off work today, he probably didn't have anything better to do.]
Whatever you're doing, stop. We've got plans now, Rory!
[Yeah, this is going to be fun. At least she's not trying to put him in a dress, right?]
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"Amy?" He looked up. "I'm trying to revise." Not that he thought that that would stop her. And indeed a part of him hoped it wouldn't; revising was boring and she always brightened up his day even when she was a thoroughgoing nuisance. Of course a couple of bags in her arms was probably a bad sign.
((OOC: Hope you don't mind replies in prose))
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"You can do that later," Amy brushes it off. He's right, she's about to laugh at him a little for focusing so hard on school work. It's a little endearing but mostly...just another thing for her to tease him about.
"This is going to be way more entertaining. Promise!" She sets the bags down and then proceeds to pull at Rory's arm until he leaves his revising behind.
"I mean, seriously, how interesting can..." She leans down to peer over his shoulder, "the autonomic nervous system be?" Most of what was in his notebook looked like utter gibberish to her.
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"Now take off your shirt."
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Harry must have said that at least a hundred times between the fateful day he finally won a bet and now. It kind of ended up being a double win, anyway. In proving that pigs could - indeed - fly (and in first class, no less!), Harry ended up with a pet from the whole ordeal. Who knew teacup pigs could be such good little companions? More importantly, though, it meant that Peter was required to let Harry take him suit shopping and dress him up to look like he belonged at a gala.
The sheer lack of enthusiasm from Peter was pretty much palpable, but that hardly dissuaded Harry. He'd been looking forward to this for weeks! Nothing would take this rare victory away from him. As it was, Peter wearing a suit was a rarity already. Even without his modest amount of money, he just wasn't the kind of guy to run around in flashy clothing. He probably couldn't give two shits about fashion.
And then you had Harry, the complete opposite, who loved his designer clothes and dressing to impress. He probably had more than he knew what to do with. That's part of why this was so fun, though. He wasn't shopping for him; he was shopping for someone with a different style, a different body type than his. It'd be a challenge! Probably a little more of one than he wanted if Peter decided to be difficult and decline to give constructive feedback, but... Well. He'd still figure something out, with or without Peter's help. He's fashion savvy enough to find styles that would look good on Peter and familiar enough with his tastes to make a pretty educated guess on some designs and colors he'd hate significantly less than all the rest. So, when they walk into Harry's favorite suit store, it's with a grin and arms held wide open. "Here we are, buddy!" he declared with an annoying dose of cheerfulness.
Wall to wall with suits of all kinds and colors, the place had it all. Welcome to Hell, Peter.
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Harry absolutely played Peter in the long con, to the point where Peter conceded defeat out of sheer befuddlement. Harry had actually bought a pet pig and flown it in first class. How do you deny that a fricken' win? All so he could go out and spend more money on buying Peter a suit? Peter's life was nothing short of tragic at this point.
Given that one of Peter's more common forms of transportation was a skateboard, yeah, he didn't exactly run around dressed to the nines like Harry usually did. Maybe Peter would have fought it more if he didn't know it would make Harry so damn happy. But he seemed so...smug, and excited, when he showed Peter the pig - Bethany, excuse him - that Peter just resigned himself to it without too much fuss.
Doesn't mean he isn't going to make this unnecessarily difficult, because he's Peter.
"You take such pleasure in my suffering, I'm starting to think you're a sadist, Harry."
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"Only 'cause I finally get to take you suit shopping. Karma finally came around, huh, Pete?" Because, y'know, Harry doesn't already return Peter's science tangents in spades with his 3am calls about his own asinine interests. After years of frequently losing bets and having to do stupid things for being dumb enough to bet Peter in the first place, though-- this is unprecedented. Of course he's going to take pleasure in Peter's suffering; he might not get another chance.
Harry nudged Peter forward, not bothering to contain his grin.
"Just remember: I could be really mean to you and subject you to stuff I know you'd hate."
At which Harry points to a what's supposed to be a glamorous (but it just looks tacky) lamé jacket on a far wall. Do you want him to force you into a sparkly, colorful jacket, Peter? Do you? Something that's so bad that not even Harry would wear it is bad, but he's not afraid to use it as a weapon..
"But 'cause I'm such a good pal, I'll only pick out stuff I think will look nice on you." Unless you start being too much of a shit, is the unspoken add-on there.
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"Karma, or the law of probability?" Peter muttered, mostly to himself. Seriously though, Harry has been all smiles all day. Peter files that away for future use, in the back of his mind. Yeah, Peter remembers that vocal dissertation on keishes like it was yesterday.
"You'd only be sabotaging any future chance of getting me to come in here willingly." Peter reminded, snorting and shaking his head at his friend.
"You wouldn't." Peter zeroed in on the fashion disaster Harry was pointing to. "I'd burst into flames the minute I touched it, Harry. God trying to cleanse my body."
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No, Peter. It's karma. Don't bring your science nonsense into this. We also don't need to rehash out the stupid things Harry's had to do after losing bets. He'd prefer to forget about most of them.
"So... what you're saying is, there'll be more suit shopping trips in the future?" Harry piped in, his grin becoming obnoxiously wide. He hears what he wants to hear, Peter. Sorry. ...Yeah, okay, so Peter didn't exactly have a lot of places to wear fancy clothes to, but it wasn't really about that. Harry could find more than enough excuses for Peter to wear a suit. It was getting to see Peter out of his element that was fun. Besides, any opportunity to combine two of Harry's favorite things - Peter and suits - was one he was going to jump eagerly at.
Harry let out a good chuckle before clapping Peter on the shoulder. "No-- there are few people I'd subject to that level of cruelty. C'mon. I've already got a few styles in mind for you. Nothing complicated or flashy, I promise." Because at the end of the day, Harry wanted Peter to at least be marginally happy with what he was wearing. "I was thinking we could do some layering, too. Maybe a vest? You could get away with not wearing a tie that way--" And off Harry went, excitedly yammering about things that would look good on Peter. Things with lots of stylish pockets. Horizontal and diagonal stripes. Cuffed trousers. Things to visually broaden Peter's body and make him look less lanky. Vertical lines and baggy clothing were both a big no-no.
The first thing Harry dragged Peter over to were the suits themselves. They could focus on the dress shirts and vests after they found some suits Peter liked. ...Or barring any helpful enthusiasm, suits that Harry liked for him. Either way.
"So, how colorful do you wanna be? I'm assuming you don't want a bright yellow suit, but... y'know. Black and grey are classics. Safe. That's fine and all, but if you're gonna dress up, might as well have fun with it!" To prove his point, he gestured to a stylish cream and light blue suit combo on display.
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Peter probably has enough dirt to bury Harry for years. He takes pictures of everything, remember?
"I said there was the slimmest chance you've ever seen, yes. Nothing's impossible - somebody could point a gun at my head and force me to come shopping with you. It's just not probable." Peter is sure Harry could and Peter will let him, because he's going to feel guilty about however much Harry spends on the suit anyway. So yeah, he'll be your date to whatever charity auction you have to attend because he's guilt-tripped himself.
"Are you sure I can't just lock myself in the changing room until they close the store? No?" Peter let Harry guide him through the store, going off on a tangent about what would look good on his body type. The answer is nothing, thank you, Peter hides under hoodies and layers for a reason. Okay, it's mostly comfort, whatever.
"...I like red and blue?" Peter offered, making a face at the idea of a bright yellow suit. Yeah, he's good on that front. He silences the snark that says none of this is fun, Harry, because watching Harry geek out is kind of worth it. Kind of. He's still grumpy. A flying pig. "...nice suit, but that's pretty much my skin tone, don't you think?"
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geez that icon is so cuuute. harry's a puddle now, thanks a lot.
fff it's what he's good at xD my pleasure
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Fumikage Tokoyami | My Hero Academia
Jane Tiberia Kirk | Star Trek
Mick Rory/Heatwave | Legends of tomorrow.
Gabriel | Supernatural
Tonker Halter | Discworld
Root | Person of Interest
Albert Morcerf | Gankutsuou
Akoya Gero | Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu LOVE! | OTA
kirishima eijirou | my hero academia