#🪡 lace talks

[chimerathing]

[zephyrchama]

Quick Leviathan fluff that got out of control (1.4k words). SFW with suggestive aspects, MC's gender isn't mentioned.

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Ever since the release of the new Hana Ruri: Transparent Tarot Arc promotional video, Leviathan had make himself scarce. He'd erratically come out for food once in a while or grab an Akuzon package within minutes of it being delivered, but you hadn't received so much as a text from him in a week.

A mechanical whirring sometimes emanated from his room - the sound of a sewing machine at work. The occasional Sucre Frenzy song would accompany it. Nobody was worried, but it at least let everyone know the Avatar of Envy was still alive. Sometimes you'd peek in to make sure he was okay and leave a sandwich at the door. It gets lonely without him though, and eventually you went to talk with him.

The room was chilly, with the AC cranked up high. Leviathan was sitting on the ground, facing the door but blind to everything except the materials in front of him. Rolls of lace and ribbon, jars of sparkling cabochons, cases full of colorful thread and assorted sewing needles. With an impressed "woah!" you moved some empty boxes aside and sat down across from him to get a better look.

He jumped. "Gah! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I knocked."

"I'm busy right now. I have to finish this, it's almost ready." Leviathan glanced at his desk.

A nearly exact replica of Ruri's new PV outfit was laid out next to his PC setup. It was gorgeous. Each piece had been painstakingly recreated and carefully set out over the empty flat surfaces in his room. Fully lined with a glittering beaded trim. The base fabric had a high quality sheen even in the dim light of Levi's room, with satin stitched silk applique petals accenting the skirt.

You admired the handiwork. Then, you admired its maker. Leviathan was carefully stitching fabric flowers to a hat with intense focus. He relied on holding in small, shallow breaths to prevent his hands from shaking. He was blinking more than usual, fighting off the accumulated sleep deprivation. It marred his handsome face with dark eye bags.

You sat next to him for a while and stared. The usually shy Leviathan was too engrossed in his crafting to pay any mind. The more focused he got, the more he frowned, accentuating the wrinkles around his mouth.

"Yeah... you need a break."

"Not now." He picked up a thin awl and poked some holes where the seam was particularly thick.

Talking was futile, you quickly noted that nothing you said would make a difference, so you watched. Every few minutes, a portion of Leviathan's long bangs fell in front of his eyes and he'd blow them out of the way. He flinched when you gently swept them out of the way, as though he forgot you were there.

He huffed. "Like I said! I just have to finish this, so leave me alone. I'm almost done."

The exhaustion was clearly taking over. You hated seeing Leviathan like this, a cold grumpy shell of his normally warm and passionate self.

You intercepted his hand when he reached for another bushel of flowers. His fingertips were calloused and dotted with red indents from hand sewing thousands of stitches without a thimble. It looked painful. No wonder he was working so slowly.

"Levi..."

You lightly traced over his damaged fingertips before weaving your fingers together. You gave his hand a squeeze and his expression slightly eased.

"You're so soft," he grumbled, then fiercely shook his head. "I have to keep working, let go."

That was out of the question. You were determined to break him and force him to rest. You held on and rubbed your thumb on his.

"Ghh, stop!"

Leviathan could easily push you away, but he didn't. Instead, he raised your entwined hands to his face and pressed them against his cheek. "I'm so tired."

"I know."

"You smell so good. It's distracting."

"Thanks. Your dress is pretty."

"It's not... it's... not enough..." Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. "I can't find the right iridescent fabric so the colors will look off in the sunlight, and my shoulders are too broad so the silhouette of the top looks weird. So to compensate I made the sleeves bigger with more poof but I had to add more darts and you can see there are more seam lines here than in the reference image. And the buttons would look better with a wooden texture but all I had on me to make them was resin, which bubbled on the back, so what if their structural integrity is weake--"

Levi eeped, stiffening as you leaned into a tight hug. You were glad he was talking to you. But he was overthinking, and frustrated. Stressed, and more than anything he needed to take a break.

You expressed as much, scooting back while holding his shoulders at arm's length. "You might think it sucks, but this costume is all you've been doing. You haven't looked at anything else in a week so you've got nothing to compare it to. It's so gorgeous, Levi. Every stitch. Take a break with me and I'll help you finish it in the morning. You'll see how amazing it really is. Okay?"

A tear drop slid down his face, he quickly wiped it away. Leviathan avoided your gaze by staring at his creation, unwilling to walk away while it remained unfinished. "I'm so tired," he repeated.

"Hana Ruri-tan would want you to take a nap. And I want you to take a nap."

Leviathan frowned again, having no logical way to refute that statement. You let him tidy up a few final things as you inspected his bed-tub.

Scraps of spare fabric dangled over the sides. You picked up his sheets to brush off loose threads, plucking out a few loose pins in the process. Pillows were fluffed. Extra fabric was put on a hanger and moved elsewhere. Rolls of ribbon were wound back up. It was kind of relaxing.

Leviathan was rushing to glue a rhinestone when you called him over, his last-ditch attempt to get one more thing finished. You let him spend another couple of minutes waiting for the paste to get tacky. Once it was finally secured in place on the hat brim, he thankfully didn't object any further. After wiping his hands clean he flopped magnificently into bed.

Not even five seconds passed by before he griped, "I can't fall asleep. I can't stop thinking about the costume. I should finish it now."

"Nooo, no, no. No. Move over, you're not getting up. I'm getting in." You slipped into the tub before he could pick himself up, draping your legs over his. "The hat can wait until morning. Then we can get pics of everything, too."

Leviathan sighed in stubborn agreement. His orange eyes, puffy and a little irritated, were looking right at you for the first time that evening.

"You'll let me think about you then, right?" he asked quietly. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand bunching up the fabric on the back of your shirt while the other grazed against your bare skin. His rough fingers traced along your spine. You made a mental note to help him bandage them later.

Pulling you flush against his upper body, he nudged his face into the side of your neck and slid his lips up your shoulder. You hooked an arm under his to gently comb through his hair, resting your chin against his head. It tickled a little, but you felt each passing breath get heavier and slower as your comforting scent lulled Leviathan into much-needed sleep. You soon followed his lead.

Come morning, Leviathan had you in a tight grip while you blearily woke up on top of him. His wandering hands had found their way up your shirt during the night and one of his legs was thrown over yours. You had planned the surprise of getting up early to finish his hat for him, but at this point a surprise morning snuggle was all you could manage.

"Hmmh? What... oh!" Levi woke quickly, with the intense determination of someone ready to finish the cosplay they've been crunching for a week straight. He looked so much better with color returned to his face. Too much color, perhaps, as the more he let go of you the redder his blush became.

"I'll be... uh... bathroom." He dragged himself out of the tub and quickly walked towards the hall, failing miserably to cover his blatant embarrassment.

"Wait! Can I start working on some things while you're gone?" you asked, motioning towards the nearly-finished costume.

Leviathan nodded. "Uh, yeah...? Go ahead."

"And you'll try it all on for me when you get back, right?"

With a full night's rest behind him and the finish line in clear sight, the giddiness of an exciting new cosplay was returning and Leviathan gave a cheerful "yeah... Ok, yeah! I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere!"

[bah-beloved]

Lovemail ~ ! Headmate Request

Porcelace ♡ made a request for a headmate relating to frills/lace , loli , cute , dolls , and creepy things ~ Beloved hopes it interpreted your request properly .. Enjoy !

Name(s): Alice , Cami , Clementine , Elowen , Rosalyn , Imre , Elodie , Delilah , Rose , Opal , Tourmaline , Darla , Desiree , Kuro , Samara , Ophelia , Laurie Pronouns: she her hers , hyr hyrs hyrself , they them theirs , thie thim thirs , fril ly frills , doll dolls dollself , phey phem pheirs , sin sins sinself , per pers perself , re rhir rhirs , vi vic vics , loli ta loliself , creep creeps creepyself , scare scares scareself Age(s): 20's Gender(s): Genderlace , Angeldritchean , Himedollita , Spiprettic , Traumafem , Rotmistress , Bloodmistress , Humanish , Porceangelic , Fem-Reservoir Orientation(s): Angelsexual , Demi-Sexfavorable , Orchidian , Hypersexual Ace , Omni Lesbian , Mellow-Oriented , Romace-Neutral Aro-Spec , Pale Attraction Cis-ID's: Cis-BlueEyes , Asocial , Multideath , Antisocial , CisLoli Trans-ID's: trans-HPD , Trans-NoEmpathy , Trans-Missing , Trans-Doll , Trans-BallJointedDoll , Trans-NoFingerprints , Trans-SwirlPupil MUD's: Subject Facination Disorder , Selective Compulsive Compliance Disorder Signoff: Miss , Ma'am , 🪡 , 🕸️ , ⚰️ , 🪓 , 💗 Role(s): Overseer , Gatekeeper , Controlling Species: Human , Doll Personality: Intense and often interested in others, tends to prefer observing over conversation. Thie enjoy spiders and taxidermy, as well as collecting cute clothes per can wear. Aesthetic/Vibe: Morute , Pastel Goth , Kawaii , Lolita Appearance: pic 1 , pic 2 Triggers: Visuals of ribbons or lace , mention or visuals of spiders , anything related to Lolita fashion , Talk of reincarnation or dying , visuals of missing person posters

[crechi]

[♥♣} 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧/𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝚘𝚏 𝚊❲𝚗❳ ABSURDIST(s) {♠♦]

for reasons of psychological turmoil.

. 𓀬

. |=||̆̑̆̑̆̑̆̑̆̑̆̑̆=|| || 𝄙 ||| 𝄙||| ||||||| 𝄚 |||||| 𝄙 ||||| |||||||||||| 𝄚𝄚 ||||||||| 𝄚 ||||||| |||||||||||||| 𝄚𝄚𝄚𝄚𝄚 ||||||||||| 𝄚𝄚||||| ———————————————————————

...and when you stand under the striped fabric, you're home.

Links/Masterposts regarding the palestinian genocide:

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^^daily click[s]

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^^palestine relief funds

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^^israeli/palestine history resources

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^^simple masterdoc of helpful links

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^^masterdoc of information and support links for palestine and other countries

⚠cw!! : SWEARING; NOT ALL CONTENT WITHIN THE CIRCUS IS SUITABLE FOR ALL PATRONS, SOME ACTS ARE NSFW

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!!c: /ooh! i'm so excited; our very own shitshow! i've always wanted a circus! ?s: /petal, does this really coun- >#m: /stuff it, ringtoy. a'course it does, when we have a clown of a screwup like you here. [>#s: ... •/ check a mirror first next time, humourfreak.]

* ♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢⛤⛧⛥

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦◇◆◇◆◇◆✦

• sleep-laced tears(soft angst)(soul monitor)

• time was sweet to us, today(bullet-train type angst)(tied to death)

• MOS getting bullied(soul monitor)

𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

• struggling empath v. reader(v tiny)

• to take comfort in mortality

𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 + 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

• cauterization carnival

• getting attached: a speedrun[x reader]: ver. 01 ; ver. 02

• what is yours, was always mine[x reader][major toxic relationship warning]

• ♥

~*c: my personal clusterfuck ‹ß

♥𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒♠

🂠🂡...ᵐᵃⁿ. ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᶜˡᵘᵇˢ ˢᵒ ᵇᵃᵈ. :[

𝟶𝟶𝟷: :] = [Hi hi! My name's crechi! it's good to know you're here, now we can get to the fun part of the act! Ooh, we're gonna have such a good time together!]

pronouns n' shit

🂠🃑 ᶠᴵˡᵗʰʸ wₐⁿdˢ, ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑!

𝟶𝟶𝟸: ¶: = {Greetings, patron! You can call me Mentally̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�̷̬͉̤͑̋̄͝�̴̰̤̰͉̤̖̒̇̈́̉́̚̚͜�̴̡̗͎̝̼̥̹̯̫̐̆͋͒̓̀̅͘ͅ�̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�! It's always lovely to see a new face. Why don't you stay a while? I can guarantee you it'll be fun~}

🂠🃁ᵒᵘʰ! ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ!

𝟶𝟶𝟸-𝚊: :} = 〔My name is ̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�̷̬͉̤͑̋̄͝�̴̰̤̰͉̤̖̒̇̈́̉́̚̚͜�̴̡̗͎̝̼̥̹̯̫̐̆͋͒̓̀̅͘ͅ�̷̡̠̝̦̜̣̲̟̔̓́̓̔̊̑�̷̬͉̤͑̋̄͝�̴̰̤̰͉̤̖̒̇̈́̉́̚̚͜�̴̡̗͎̝̼̥̹̯̫̐̆͋͒̓̀̅͘ͅ�Blind. You'll get to know your own when you earn it.〕

pronouns page: null{unfinished}

🂠🂱ᶜˡⁱᶜʰᵉ ᵇᵘˡˡˢʰⁱᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ! ᴵ'ˡˡ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʷ/ ⁱᵗ

𝟶𝟶𝟹: :/ = ⟨I'm Syva. Welcome. Don't mind the other two ‹three-ish›. They're,,, chill. Sure. Trust me. #`~ Rest with us a while. Please. You know you wanna~ ___You know you should.⟩

pronouns page: null⟨according to you. but yeh, no, upcoming. trying to perfect the aesthetic⟩

*to clarify, crechi is my main sona. patient 0, if you will. he acts exactly as i do, bc he is me. the other two are sonas i roleplay as; this isn't a joint acc. this is a one man show! crechi's pronoun page is my real pronoun page yep! we're entirely mentally-conceived fragments of one single man! our master's just a fucked up lil creature! inn't that right, boss? ...ok, mental

𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝘾𝙄𝙍𝘾𝙐𝙎 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙎 [𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙎]:

× ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘʜᴏʙᴇꜱ

× ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙᴇꜱ

× ʀᴀᴄɪꜱᴛꜱ

× ᴀʙʟᴇɪꜱᴛꜱ[ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ]

× ʙᴏᴅʏ-ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɴᴛɪ-ᴠᴀxxᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɴᴛɪ-ᴀʙᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɴᴛɪꜰᴜʀʀɪᴇꜱ

× ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇʀꜱ

× ᴋɪɴᴋ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇʀꜱ

× ᴀɪ ᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇʀꜱ/ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ

× ꜱᴘᴀᴍ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ

× ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ

^list subject to expansion

{|"pushing faith" can get a lil blurry, so to clarify, we aren't talking about anyone that openly practices or writes about religion on their blog, just people who try to tell you you're wrong for not practicing their religion|}

will this stop any of them? no, not at all.

should it help the welcome guests of the tent to report them? absolutely! what helpful visitors you are ♥️.

if we find any of you inside, count your now precious seconds. if they manage to exceed eight, thank your god and agrise.

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when you exist under the marquee lights of the tent,

and waltz and laugh with the fire dancers and acrobats and oddmen,

and eat at the dinner table or couch sourounded by playful faces,

and dream with the lullaby of the ballerina music box as background noise,

and when you're cared about, criss-cross applesauce beneath the concealing cloak of the striped fabric, you're home. and you're safe. And you always will be so.

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[daisyaydon]

To kick off this week’s focus on boxes (many thanks to all you lovely voters!) here’s my Bobbin Box for Bees 🐝 I designed it to house the favourite lace bobbins of @sandiwoodsdesigner - and if you’ve not yet seen Sandi’s work, you’re in for a treat…lace like you’ve never seen it before, and nothing like Granny’s doilies… 😂🤤 . This box has a double-lined lid and base - the outer lid is fully embroidered and lightly padded while the inside of the base is lined with a beautifully soft moleskin to protect the delicate bobbins. I’ll talk more about the construction over the next few days 😊 . If you have specific questions you’d like me to answer about box construction, drop me a message and I’ll include the answer in my posts this week! . If you’re not a lacemaker, this box will also keep your scissors, crochet hooks, needles, tweezers, laying tools and all sorts of other stitching essentials safe🪡✂️🧵 . For more details and to order the Bobbin Box for Bees, visit bluecoppice.com 🪡🐝🧵 . #bluecoppice #honeyapplemeadow #countedthreadembroidery #embroideredbox #bewellandstitch #stayhomeandstitch #stitchersofinstagram #embroiderersofinstagram #embroideryart #needlecraft #handmade #bobbinlace #crossstitch #zweigartlinen #dmcthreads (at Rugby, Warwickshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ceb5q4jLh-z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=