#miniature scissors

[theembroiderycart]

Introducing the newest limited edition special range of Cohana Seki Mini Scissors in 4 new colours. Simply pinch lightly to cut the thread. They also come with a colour coordinated genuine leather case and a beautiful golden silk tassel. What’s your favourite? ✂️💫🙂

[randomactsofpigeon]

Uhh... So the Jo-Ann's nearest to me is one of the liquidation centers where they are shipping everything they have left, and I may have stopped in and gone a liiittle overboard...

On the other hand I got this absolutely gorgeous peacock fabric that is the most expensive fabric I have ever bought in my life and I never would have talked myself into if it weren't deeply discounted:

You can't even really see how pretty and sparkly it is in the photo. I think it's going to be an overlay for a dress, or at least the skirt portion of the dress.

[okayto]

Whenever my mom moves my purse she always comments on how heavy it is and why do I have so much stuff in there

First of all, it's not heavy. And second of all, I don't have an unreasonable amount of stuff, just the normal things you might need during a day out: wallet, meds, sunglasses, lip balm, lotion, pen, compact mirror, floss, stain-removing pen, concealer, nail clippers, charging cord, wall adapter, small power brick, charging cord for the power brick, earbuds, glasses cleaning cloth, pads, comb, gift cards, tums, bandaids, safety pins, bobby pins, hair ties, and spare key.

[sspacegodd]

Perfect for micro-cuts and tiny handicrafts.

[kxsagi]

Hi I love ur writing sm 🫶🫶 So I see a lot of girldad!kaiser fics on this site but I can't help but imagine a twindad!kaiser where its a twin boy and a girl like wouldn't that be so cute? I don't think Ive read anything like that before so I hope u could write something about it but w/o pressure ofcourse, thank u! 🤍

“𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞”

a/n: i could write domestic fluff all day

(art credits go to ateli_er_)

“papa, she stole my dinosaur!!” 

“i didn’t! he gave it to me!” 

“liar!” 

“snitch!” 

michael kaiser stands in the middle of the chaos, one sock on, toothbrush still in his mouth, hair flopping over his eyes as he watches his five-year-old twins reenact jurassic park with live-action screaming. the tiny plastic t-rex, likely the source of the drama, flies across the living room and smacks him square in the shin. 

he blinks. slowly. 

“... cool,” he mumbles around his toothbrush. 

a smaller human, his daughter, clings to his leg dramatically, bottom lip wobbly. “dino thief!” she accuses her brother. 

the boy, who somehow inherited kaiser’s dramatic flair and your death glare, crosses his arms. “you said you hated dinos yesterday!” 

“that was yesterday!” she squeaks. 

kaiser sighs, finally pulling the toothbrush from his mouth and wiping foam off his chin with the back of his hand like a true man on the edge. 

“okay. okay,” he says, crouching down to their level, both of them now pouting at him. “let’s settle this like civilized people. rock, paper, scissors.” 

“what’s that gonna do?!” the girl huffs. 

kaiser shrugs. “nothing. but it gives me five seconds of peace.” 

you walk in just in time to see all three of them dramatically throwing rock at the same time and arguing about what that means. 

“how’s daddy daycare?” you ask, sipping your coffee with amused detachment. 

“hell,” kaiser replies brightly. 

“language,” you and your daughter say at the same time, which earns you matching side-eyes from him and your son. 

he finally herds them into the kitchen, both now seated with bowls of cereal that may or may not be 70% marshmallows. as he’s pouring milk, while one twin insists it must be warm and the other shrieks in protest because it must be cold, you lean against the counter, watching the chaos unfold. 

“you know,” you say thoughtfully, “you were scared to even hold one of them when they were born.” 

kaiser glares at you over his shoulder. “yeah, because they were small and breakable and didn’t scream in full sentences.” 

the girl accidentally spills milk on the boy’s lap. he lets out a bloodcurdling scream and points at her like she committed treason. “she did it on purpose!” 

kaiser grabs a towel and tosses it at him. “and now you know why papa drinks coffee like water.” 

“... i thought you said wine,” you murmur. 

“same thing.” 

despite the noise, the milk, the fact that your daughter is being a messy eater and your son is threatening to move out at the age of five, there’s a softness in kaiser’s gaze when he looks at them. 

they’re loud. opinionated. tiny versions of both of you with your charm and his sass. his daughter wraps him around her little finger without even trying, and his son follows him everywhere like a miniature shadow, copying his hairstyle and demanding to train with him “so i can beat uncle yoichi.” 

“you still love them, though,” you tease, watching him watching them. 

“love is a strong word,” he replies dramatically, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “but yeah.” 

he presses a kiss to your cheek, voice softer now. “they drive me insane, but… they’re ours. and kinda cute. when they’re not trying to murder each other over extinct lizards.” 

you laugh, leaning into him. “they love you so much, you know.” 

as if on cue, the twins race toward him, your son crashing into one leg, your daughter clinging to the other, both of them giggling and yelling “papa, papa, we wanna go to the park!” 

kaiser pretends to wobble, dramatically flailing like they’ve taken down a giant. “ahh! i’m under attack!” 

“surrender!” your son yells, climbing up his back. 

“give us candy and ice cream or suffer!” your daughter joins in. 

kaiser laughs, scooping both of them up with ease, one in each arm. “you guys are insane.” 

“we got it from you,” they chirp together. 

he meets your eyes over their heads, and for a moment, you both smile – tired, amused, a little overwhelmed – but deeply, hopelessly in love with the little chaos crew you’ve created. 

“you’re gonna miss this when they’re older,” you whisper. 

he snorts. “i’ll be in a spa in bali when they’re older.” 

“kaiser.” 

“… fine. we’ll all be in a spa in bali.” 

“with dinosaurs!” the twins cheer. 

he sighs. 

“sure, with dinosaurs.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[smol-kiki-worm-lover]

I don’t care what any MEANIES have to say about this but:

You do not have to be aesthetically pleasing or anything specific to age regress. You just need you!

You do not need to have long pigtails or ponytails- you can wear ANY hairstyle you’d like!! Try barrettes and bows! Try scrunchies or Mohawks. Dye your hair primary, fun colors or SHAVE it off even!! Be careful though, it’s a big kid thing to use chemicals, heat or clippers. 🌿🌿

You do not need expensive toys to be labeled an age regressor. Your regressions on a budget is valid. You can play with popsicle sticks dolls and flower heads and beads! Take photos or do sketches of the bugs in your backyard. You can find cute buttons or cool rocks! And you can even make them a bed out of the sticks, scrap fabric, cotton balls, construction paper, glue, sewing needle, and a lil cardboard box. (YOU WILL HAVE TO USE SCISSORS! Be SAFE! No RUNNING. )

If you don’t like simple foods such as Dino nuggets then you can ALWAYS make fancy like, complex foods!! Instead of eating the common kid advertised foods by your peers, you can eat ANYTHING!! ( be careful handling hot items, hot food or the stove/oven!) If you like you can make a small cardboard table, get a miniature tea set or even make a cute paper bag lunch with drawn on cute animals, using markers or crayons!! Pretend your toys are in a mansion and make a staircase out of cardboard! Use fabric scraped and a ribbon or twine for the curtains!! Cotton balls can be the pillows! Fabric softener sheets can be lil jackets or pants for your lil dolls. You can EVEN SET THEIR TABLE OR PICNIC WITH IT! (Or with a cute sturdy scrap of fabric. )🖍️ 🖍️

You do not need to like mainstream cartoons even if your friends do. Like what you LIKE!! Do you like Canadian American cartoons? Do you like cartoons in South America? Do Asian or even Australian cartoons make you smile?! GOOD!!! Keep DOING IT!! You can even try watching new and old cartoons from different cultures!! It’s always fun to try!

Don’t let people judge you into becoming conventional. Be YOU!

[kyanitedragon]

When I read through The Borrowers I made a reference list of items the Clock family borrows and uses:

(Keep in mind that this book is from the 1950's, so a lot of these things aren't kept in homes anymore)

sewing needles

pencils

match boxes as drawers

cigar boxes as bedrooms, with the embellishments as wallpaper

matches, as firewood

sealing wax, used as glue

hair pins

drawing pins

safety pins

thimbles, used as pots

hat pins

miniature book volumes, some with readable text in them and others are blank

scraps of letters for wallpaper

stamps as decorative portraits

blotting paper, as carpet, that needs to be replaced every so often

chess pieces as sculptures

mustard pot to hold fuel

cogwheel as a fireplace, and an inverted brass funnel like a chimney

(see this image, the fireplace on the right. it also shows most of the items on this list)

they scrape off bits of bar soap to use for themselves, even having different scent preferences

kids gloves used to make shoes

blackheaded pins and darning needles used as knitting needles, with silk and cotton to act as yarn

turren as a bath

lacquer trinket box as a settle

manicure scissors as scissors

Cheese graters, cash box lid, pierced zinc old meat safe, wire fly swatter > all used as protective gates in the walls

hair pins and safety pins used as clasps and locks on those grates.

doll chinaware as tea cups, but often big enough to be a mixing bowl instead of a teacup

(On that note, their soup bowl is once described as being knee-high when placed beside them)

I can't find what this one is, but a borrower was after a "liver pull" on a mantle shelf

jet beads as buttons

bristles from a doormat used to make brushes

cotton spools as stools

a sliced hazelnut shell as a cup

keychains as decor

rings as crowns

perfume bottle caps as oil lamps

doll furniture

aspirin bottle lid, as a pot

acorn and bone thimble as cheaper teacups

surgical bandages as towels

nametape on the pin heads to aid climbing

a wristwatch to use as a timer

eyebrow comb as a hair comb

[theembroiderycart]

“Scissor, Scissor on the wall, What’s your favourite of them all?”✂️💛

[altee-221]

"Sir, the Toddlers Have Chosen Their Champion"

(a gentle disaster at F1 Family Fan Day)

It starts with a sticker.

Carlos is crouched at the edge of a make-believe racetrack, helping a little girl in a neon sunhat adjust the Velcro on her foam helmet. She hands him a glittery turtle sticker as thanks.

He smiles, sticks it to his Williams polo, and says:

“Gracias, pequeña. I think I’ve been knighted.”

Within two minutes, he has seven more stickers. Within ten? An entourage.

The kindergarteners—released from a local school as part of F1's new "Family Fan Day" initiative—have made their decision. And it’s unanimous:

Carlos Sainz is their chosen adult. He ties their shoes. He listens to their stories. He lets one of them put a race flag sticker on his nose and doesn't even flinch.

Act One: Rookie Ruin and Toddler Loyalty

Ollie Bearman is watching this happen from the hydration station, sipping Capri-Sun in horror.

“I think they’re replacing me,” he mutters to Kimi Antonelli.

“They can’t replace you,” Kimi says, confused. “You’re twenty.”

Ollie gestures wildly toward Carlos, now carrying two toddlers and leading a third in a conga line.

“They’ve emotionally transferred,” Ollie hisses. “I’ve been usurped.”

Kimi frowns. “...Can I join the conga line?”

Elsewhere, Isack Hadjar is straight-up bribing a four-year-old with a toy car to look at him instead.

Gabriel Bortoleto attempts a backflip. He lands it. One toddler claps politely. Carlos claps louder.

Gabriel sighs, defeated. “What do these kids want?”

Oscar appears. “A dad. And unfortunately, Carlos gives strong dad energy.”

Everyone nods solemnly.

Act Two: The Boyfriends Suffer

Charles is trying not to sulk.

“It’s just… when did they decide he was theirs?”

Lando stares at Carlos in the distance, who’s now tying a child’s shoelaces and explaining how downforce works using paper airplanes. “I think it was the turtle sticker. That was his coronation.”

Max growls. “One of them kissed him on the cheek.”

Oscar looks up from the baby goat he’s holding (don’t ask): “I saw that. Her name’s Mila. I think she’s in love.”

“She’s four,” Max snaps.

Charles sighs. “She has taste.”

They all look up as Carlos lets one kid braid his hair while another rides on his back like he’s a miniature pony. Carlos is laughing, eyes soft, fully in his element.

“God, we’re doomed,” Lando murmurs.

Act Three: The Event Organizers Regret Everything

The fan day had been meant to showcase the human side of F1. A toddler race. A mascot meet-and-greet. Some gentle pit-stop roleplay.

What they got was a full-blown battle royale for Carlos Sainz’s attention.

James Vowles and Alex Albon are the only ones enjoying it.

James is absolutely glowing as he watches Carlos lead a “Safety Car Parade” with six children in cardboard boxes taped to scooters.

Alex is recording everything. “I’m making this our team Christmas card.”

James: “Can we hire them as mini pit crew?”

Carlos, driving the cardboard “Safety Car”: “Only if they get snacks.”

Tiny screams of joy erupt from his box-train. James and Alex high-five.

Act Four: Toddler Task Showdown

A game begins: “Help Carlos Build a Pit Garage.”

It was supposed to be a light craft activity for the kids.

Instead:

Ollie is using actual tape measurements

Kimi has stolen scissors from staff

Isack brought his own mini screwdriver set

Gabriel is negotiating with the toddlers like they’re pit crew engineers

Oscar is calmly explaining tire compounds to a six-year-old using candy

Lando has built a LEGO wind tunnel

Charles is fake-crying so a child will hug him

Max is building a full-scale DRS model out of popsicle sticks in a rage

Carlos?

He’s giggling as a toddler hands him a glitter-glued paper that says: “Mister Carlos 4Ever.”

“I’m putting this in my helmet bag,” he says seriously.

All adults present scream internally.

Act Five: The Grid Reacts, the Principals Despair

Sebastian Vettel walks by, pauses, and says to a staffer: “Oh no. He’s activated the paternal aura.”

Toto Wolff sighs. “We’re never getting them back on track.”

Christian Horner is muttering something about “strategic breeding value.”

James Vowles is just beaming:

“That’s our boy. Look at him. Father of dragons.”

Meanwhile, Nico Rosberg is filming a dramatic commentary for YouTube:

“Here we see the Carlos Sainz Effect in full swing. These children will never recover. Neither will his boyfriends.”

Act Six: Aftermath

When the day ends, Carlos has:

Four bracelets

A macaroni necklace

A frog sticker on his forehead

A signed finger painting

And one kid's stuffed octopus he swears he’ll return next race

He walks over to his four brooding boyfriends, arms full of glitter crafts and love.

Max glares. “We need to talk.”

Carlos blinks. “What did I do?”

Charles crosses his arms. “You were almost kidnapped by a toddler militia.”

Oscar sighs, resting his chin on Carlos’s shoulder. “You were amazing.”

Carlos blinks again. “I just helped them paint pit garages…”

“You built them a future,” Lando wails.

Carlos: “They’re five.”

Charles: “And devoted.”

Carlos, finally catching on, leans close and grins. “Jealous?”

The silence is immediate. Then all four answer at once:

“YES.”

Carlos kisses each of their cheeks. “You’re all my favorites.”

Oscar: “You said that to Mila.”

Carlos: “She cried when I said no.”

Max groans. “I’m taking you home before a toddler proposes again.”

Epilogue: The Group Chat

WILLIAMS TEAM GC: 📷 [Image attachment: Carlos asleep in the car, holding a macaroni crown on his chest like a relic] Alex: King behavior James: I would die for him Pit Lane Pete: I want to be reborn as one of those kids

F1 KIDS GC (SECRET): Mila: Mr. Carlos is mine 😡 Santi: we build pit box 2gether Ana: he say my glitter tire best 💖

love,

Tee

[mnemonicpneumaticknife]

King of Town: I cast fireball at the delicious jellybeans!

Strongsad: Those are goblins

KoT: Well I'm gobbling them up now that they're defeated!

Marzipan: I'd like to try reasoning with the ogre that's represented by a cupcake.

KoT: Do we still get to eat the cupcake if we resolve this non-violently?

Presenting the official Homestar Runner RPG, powered by the Rolemaster system, that's right, it's Rolestar Master,

[allywthsr]

WRAPPING HIS PRESENTS | (l.norris)

summary: you wrap Lando’s presents

wordcount: 1.1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: like two sexual things, but nothing graphic

notes: what are we thinking?

advent calendar

You sat on the floor in the living room, Lando was currently in the gym, training for the next two hours. It was time to wrap his presents, the rest of the presents, for the other people of your family, were already wrapped and stored away in a closet in the guest room. Now the only things that were missing, were his presents, in front of you laid multiple things you bought for Lando, grabbing the red wrapping paper with little Santa’s and reindeer on it. You took the scissors and cut off a piece of the paper, grabbing the first present, a new hoodie from his favorite brand. You saw him check it out online and you could not not buy it for him, he almost bought it himself, but you could convince him, that you shouldn’t buy yourself things right before Christmas, so he didn’t.

Closing the wrapping paper with a few strips of tape, you took a sticker where you could write his name on it, and wrote ‘Lan’ in your best handwriting, even adding a small bow you bought in a little corner shop.

The next present was a bit more cheesy, it was a keyring for his keychain, made out of glass with his favorite picture of you two put in there, you knew he loved small things like that. It was small, but it meant something to him, and that’s most important.

You grabbed a different wrapping paper, now you had a dark blue one in your hand, and it was covered with golden stars. You didn’t want to go too overboard with his presents, but you knew he would, so you tried to give him something back, even tho you knew you didn’t have to. He was happy if you would give him a kiss on Christmas morning, but you weren’t satisfied with that, you tried to go bigger every year.

The next present was a small silly thing you found on Amazon while checking out, it was a scratch-off movie poster. The two of you could never decide what movie to watch, sometimes the planned movie night ended after one hour because you couldn’t find something to watch, either one of you has seen a film and the other hasn’t, or the genre wasn’t the right one, sometimes you just didn’t find one that fits in the mood and sometimes you couldn’t decide on one, because there are so many movies, you’ve watched together and all the good films have been watched by you two a hundred times. With that scratch-off poster, that problem would be solved and evenings that would be filled with looking through the whole Netflix catalog, while the other was also searching through different movie platforms, would be at least be over for a hundred days. He could just scratch off the material and each movie night, you wouldn’t have this discussion that annoyed both of you.

You, again, cut out a piece of paper and wrapped it around the rolled-up poster, sticking the sticker on it, and writing his name on it.

The next present was a silly present you found in a store, it was a small retro arcade machine, and he loved arcade games. It was a miniature arcade machine that he could take with him wherever he went if he was bored before a race. He would definitely play with it. It had games like Super Mario or Flappy Bird on it, perfect for Lando’s interest, he loved these old games he used to play as a kid. You put the batteries in the slot and wrapped the dark blue wrapping paper around it, closing it off with a few stripes of tape, writing his name on the sticker, and placing a bow on top of it as well, you bought a few bows in a dollar store, that would stick to the present without having to make the bow.

You went all out for presents this year, but you bought most of them on Black Friday, so the hundred and fifty pounds hoodie only cost ninety pounds, what a steal.

The next gift was more a fun gift than an actual useful gift, it was an indoor putting green, the long stripe of fake grass had a slight bend towards the end, so it wasn’t just a straight line that he had to play. He always told you that he hated it, when it rained and he wasn’t able to go golfing, he wanted to buy himself a putting green for the inside for a while now, yet, he never did. Lando could practice his putting skills and his swings, he would love it, it would annoy you for a few weeks, he sure would only do that for some days, but that’s fine. You took another roll of wrapping paper and cut off a piece, wrapping the edges around the box, sealing it with some tape, and sticking the sticker with his name on it.

The main present was a self-made one, a jar filled with three-hundred sixty-five little notes. He can pick one note every day for the next year, on the notes were little compliments, funny sayings, dirty talking, and declarations of love.

You worked on this for multiple days, cutting out three-hundred sixty-five colorful papers, was a task, that took you three days alone. Writing all the notes on the paper took you like a week and a half, it might sound like a lot, but you had to think about three-hundred sixty-five notes and write them on a small piece of paper while Lando does not notice you doing it. And since the winter break started, he was mostly home, so you had to do it when he was training or playing Fortnite or something.

Some examples of the notes are

⁃ thank you for you

⁃ I love you

⁃ I‘m glad my boyfriend has a big cock

⁃ I hope you have a good day

⁃ Thank you for every orgasm

It might be cheesy, but Lando and you are that couple that leaves little sticky notes around the house to make the other happy, the present was basically like the sticky notes but without sticking it somewhere.

You closed the lid from the jar and cut off a big piece of wrapping paper, wrapping it around the glass and closing the paper with tape, and sticking his name on top with it, just like a big bow.

You looked at the presents in front of you, you couldn’t wait for him to open all of them, you were sure he would be happy about every single one.

[bedoballoons]

Just a random request at a random time.

Sumeru boys with an S/o that carries a small purse or something like that, and when they say they need something like if it's joking or genuine s/o is ready to pull it out of her purse and give it to them. Like she's that one friend that will have almost everything in their bag, like they were prepared for this

I've always wondered how so many things could fit in one purse, this is a adorable idea!! Thank you for requesting it and I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚���� ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~The never ending purse~༺}

CW: Just some fluff! Fem reader!

(Includes: Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari watched you dig into your purse, his ears twitching with amusement, "What are you doing hmm? I feel like it would be easier to just get a pair from-" You cut him off mid sentence, holding a miniature pair of scissors up in victory, "Why get another pair when we already have one? I told you I had some." You winked at him, leaving him speechless while you went to work on cutting his loose thread that currently had him attached to a door, within seconds he was no longer trapped and you stood by him proudly.

"...why do you have scissors in your purse?"

"Just in case, I mean why not?"

"...Fair point."

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

When Alhaitham causally mentioned that he wished he'd brought one of his books to enjoy while you waited for your food, he didn't think you'd actually reach into your little purse and pull one out, it was odd to carry a book in the first place and...when did you get one of his books? "Thank you, for the book.."

"Anytime, I always make sure to keep a copy of one of your books, in case you ever forget to bring one and get bored."

"You...do?"

"Mhm!"

"That's...very sweet of you. Thank you."

𑁍༄Kaveh:

Kaveh chuckled, watching you with adoring eyes as you somehow managed to procure a mini sketchbook, colored pencils and even a eraser, from your small bag. Everything he had wished he had a couple moments ago was now sitting in front of him, ready to be used for the inspiration he had found, all because of you. "You know, you're the true inspiration here. Thank you so much, I'll never doubt what you have in your bag ever again, it's magic as far as I'm concerned."

You chuckled with a light blush painting your cheeks, "If I'm you're inspiration, does that mean I get a whole building designed after me?"

"Actually that's not a terrible idea.."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"What about a knife? Theres no way that bag of yours has a knife." You giggled at Wanderers persistence, he had really gotten so worked up about what you had in your bag and now he was asking for everything under the sun, which you somehow had tiny versions of....you even had a mini tool set in there, which included a pocket knife that you held up for him. "Care to try again?"

"What about another purse, inside of yours? Ha I bet you don't have that."

"Actually I do! I use it to hold bandages."

"What?!?"

𑁍༄Cyno:

"Cyno, you alright? You look a little down." You gently touched his arm, looking at his downcast frown, he had been fine just a few minutes ago... "Yes I'm alright, I've just somehow misplaced my tcg dice, meaning I'm unable to play the current round. You could even say they've dicecided I'm not allowed to play at all." You smiled happily at his joke and reached into your bag, after a moment of moving random other things out of the way, you finally found it! "Here you go Cyno! Tcg dice, just for you!"

"...how...you know what, I'm not going to question it. You're my saviour, thank you." He pulled you close and kissed your forehead, leaving you flustered as he ran up to enter the games.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[sillygoosealert]

Dom!Tomas and (fem) Reader Drabble

His room is partly bare aside from his bed and nightstand. It’s simplistic. But, the wooden floors and warm duvet help keep it comforting, to you if it counts

His nightstand has two brands of condoms, lube, and a lamp. Options are scarce, but there are a few choices near the Shirai Ryu

His bed is adorned with a towel, an extra blanket, and a couple more pillows than usual; he wants you to enjoy this

The pillow lays under your thighs as he sucks hickies into your soft skin

After working you both up, he lathers his cock with the thick lube, scissoring your vaginia one last time before his tip prods at the entrance

His hands rest on your torso, running up and down as he slides into you

Once he is as close as he can be to stuffing you, he moves a little

To distract from the stretch, he sucks on one of your nipples, and his hands cup your ass

His soft belly rests on you, and your hands intertwine as he picks up his pace

Your cheek rest on his shoulder as he pounds into you, still holding onto your hands

“Do you want me to cum inside..I can fill you with my seed”

He mumbles that, a horny though not meant to be vocalized

But you nod quickly

So he does, he cums inside; the only thing separating you from it is the condom.

When he thinks you’re ready for him to slide out, he slips his flaccid dick out of you

Tying the condom, he tosses it into the miniature trashcan by his bed

He lays on top of you, holding your hand until you fall asleep

Not bad for his first time with you, not bad at all

I haven't written in months so please ignore any mistakes, and keep in mind this isn't my best work

[moonselune]

hi!! i’ve never requested anything on tumblr before so hopefully i’m doing this right lol (and hopefully reqs are still open) but i adore your work like so incredibly much! i’d love something fluffy with an astarion who becomes a tailor after the events of the game. also, would you consider writing a sequel to the dark!BG3 “my dearest assistant” or was that more of a one-off? i loved that one :) but yeah you’re my fav bg3 writer, it can be really hard to nail all of the characters but i feel like you characterize them so well every time. hope you’re well :)

yesyesyes this is so sweet, i decided to do the tailor one bcs I know everyone (including myself) adores this idea, I will probably post a second part to dearest assistant in the new year <3

Tailor!Astarion x f!reader | Tailored to Perfection

Can be read as a follow up to this -> ⟢The Most Beautiful Mannequin⟢

The sunlight streamed through the windows of your home, golden and warm, illuminating the flurry of activity that had overtaken your living room. Swathes of fabric in rich hues were draped over every available surface, accompanied by spools of thread, scissors, and a small sketchpad where Astarion had meticulously outlined his design. In the middle of it all, you stood before the mirror, wrapped in partially pinned fabric, trying not to laugh as chaos unfolded around you.

Astarion moved with his usual graceful precision, his deft hands tugging at the fabric, arranging folds, and securing pins. His brow furrowed in concentration, the picture of a master craftsman at work. But today, he wasn’t working alone.

“Darling,” Astarion said, his tone carrying that familiar dramatic exasperation, “if you move even a fraction of an inch again, I’ll have to start over.”

“It’s not my fault!” you protested, though your grin betrayed your amusement. “Blame your assistant.”

Your assistant—your six-year-old daughter—stood at Astarion’s side, clutching a pin cushion in her tiny hands, her white curls gleaming in the sunlight. She wore a miniature version of Astarion’s tailoring outfit, complete with a perfectly tailored waistcoat and a pocket for her measuring tape. Her eyes, so much like yours, sparkled with determination as she balanced on her tiptoes to hold the pin cushion closer to her father.

“Papa, you’re doing it wrong,” she declared, her voice small but confident as she frowned at the fabric.

“Excuse me?” Astarion straightened, placing a hand over his chest as though she’d mortally wounded him. “Wrong? My sweet, I am never wrong.”

“Yes, you are,” she countered, placing the pin cushion on the table and picking up a crayon to scribble something in her little notebook. “See? The drape should go this way.”

She held up her sketch, which was a colorful crayon rendition of the dress he was making, complete with sparkly stars and a bow that she had apparently decided was non-negotiable.

Astarion squinted at the drawing, then glanced back at the fabric. “A bow? Really? Do you know how passé that is?”

“Bows are pretty,” she insisted, crossing her arms in a way that was so reminiscent of him it made you laugh.

Your laughter broke what little stillness you’d managed to maintain, and the fabric shifted. Astarion groaned dramatically, pressing a hand to his forehead. “And there goes my perfect pleat. Truly, the gods test me today.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” you teased, biting your lip to suppress another laugh.

“I am not dramatic,” he retorted, bending down to retrieve the fallen pin cushion and handing it back to your daughter. “I am merely surrounded by chaos. Absolute chaos.”

Your daughter giggled, taking the pin cushion and dutifully holding it up again. “We’re not chaos, Papa. We’re helping.”

“Yes, helping,” he muttered, though his smirk betrayed his fondness. “Very well. Let us attempt this again, my dear apprentice.”

“Okay!” she chirped, bouncing on her toes as she watched him pin the fabric once more. Every now and then, she’d pass him a pin or a spool of thread, her tiny hands quick and eager.

“You know,” Astarion said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, “if you keep up this level of dedication, you might just surpass me one day.”

She gasped, her eyes wide with excitement. “Really?”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said in a mock conspiratorial whisper, “but yes. You have the makings of a true artist.”

She beamed at the praise, her curls bouncing as she nodded solemnly. “I’ll be the best tailor ever!”

“I have no doubt,” he replied, ruffling her hair before turning his attention back to you.

You watched the exchange with a warmth that made your heart ache. Despite the bickering and theatrics, the bond between them was unmistakable, and it filled the room with a joy that was impossible to contain.

After a moment, your daughter piped up again. “Mama, you’re moving too much!”

“I can’t help it,” you said, laughing as you adjusted your stance. “You two are too funny.”

“It’s a serious business!” she declared, though her giggles betrayed her words.

“And yet, you laugh,” Astarion teased, casting a playful look her way. “Clearly, we’ve inherited your mother’s inability to remain serious.”

“Hey!” you protested, though you were grinning too much to be offended.

By the time the dress was finally pinned and ready for stitching, the three of you were thoroughly entangled in laughter and shared triumph. Astarion stepped back, hands on his hips, admiring his work with a satisfied smile.

“What do you think, my dear?” he asked, gesturing for you to turn toward the mirror.

You looked at your reflection, taking in the carefully draped fabric and the beginnings of a masterpiece.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, glancing at him. “You’ve outdone yourself again.”

“Of course I have,” he replied smoothly, though his eyes softened at your words. “But I must give credit to my assistant.”

Your daughter clapped her hands, beaming with pride. “We did it, Papa!”

“Yes, we did, my love,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, “Now, go tell your mother she owes us both a very large reward for our hard work.”

“Cookies!” she exclaimed, dashing off to the kitchen in search of her prize. Without even thinking to even ask you, and Astarion just encouraged her, telling her to run like the wind.

You turned to Astarion, shaking your head with a fond smile. “You’re incorrigible. Especially when it comes to her.”

“Can you blame me? And yet, you adore me,” he replied with a smirk, pulling you close for a kiss. “Don’t deny it, my love.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you murmured, leaning into him as the sound of your daughter’s giggles echoed from the kitchen.

This was disgustingly cute to write, tailor astarion you have my heart and soul. I hope you guys enjoyed this! - Seluney xox

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[jadeshifting]

★⋆. ࿐࿔ WHAT’S IN MY (SCHOOL) BAG

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— old faithful, my Prada bag has been my school bag for years (sturdy, and the only one that matches all of my outfits)

— shiny silver lighter that I’d definitely get in trouble for having if a professor caught me with it (it was a gift from Mattheo)

— lipstick (for touch ups in the middle of class)

— fresh notebook, since I just filled up the last one

— cheek & lip tint in the perfect medium red shade (also for touch ups, also in the middle of class)

— fancy French chocolates that Draco gave me (for snacking in class)

— embroidery scissors, because you never know when something might need to be fixed. people who use magic for everything are pretty much useless (i’d know, I hang out with Draco)

— rolls of parchment for notes and homework

— flip-open silver hand mirror (also a gift from Mattheo, it matches the lighter)

— metal quill pen (heavy, but has an extremely precise point and is enchanted to never run out of ink, so it’s worth it)

— snail magnifying glass (it’s enchanted to squirm across the page as I read, it’s very handy for class)

— miniature potions kit (for experiments and emergencies and everything else in between)

— all of my day’s textbooks (i loathe having to stop for books in between classes)

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[boylerpf]

Before Swiss army knives were invented, there was the chatelaine

Intended to be both decorative and practical, chatelaines are belt hooks with a set of chains used for carrying useful household tools. Commonly featured accessories included a watch, scissors, magnifying glass, scent flask and miniature notebook.

Fastened to a woman’s belt, the significance of wearing a chatelaine shifted over time, from a symbol of wealth to the wearer’s role as manager of the household.

Cut-steel chatelaine with attachments including scissors, scent bottle, magnifying glass, England, ca. 1863-1885 via The VA Museum