#How to sew a patch on a hat

[anielskaaniela]

How to Sew a Patch on a Hat - Easy Sewing Tutorial

In this post, you will learn how to sew a patch on a hat in super easy way. Love what you see ? Support me by snagging some cool items from my shop! Every purchase helps me bring you more awesome content. Thank you! Shop Now Adding custom patches to a hat is a great way to personalize your accessories, whether it’s a baseball cap, trucker hat, or knit cap. This tutorial will guide you through…

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

Finished my mall goth hat and I'm very happy with it. I like this S2KP crown for all stockinette hats but closing the top was always a little ugly, so this time I tried kitchenering it together criss cross? and it looks pretty good.

The patch is a little too big in a way that kinda unbalances the hat to me but it's so funny/cute that I can't even be mad about it. This hat also used nearly exactly 70 grams so I only have 40 left to do anything with. If I can't find another yarn to pair it with for a hat I think I'll knit some scrunchies to go with the mall goth vibe.

[buckyalpine]

18+ Sometimes I get an idea in my head and you'll hear 10 versions of the same thing, word for word, I swear (iykyk). I'm sorry. Just a little in coming fluff, angst and smuttt. We're giving him the ending he always deserved. This is a mess of my brain vomit.

Sergeant Barnes who can't help the crush he has on the sweet nurse stationed at his camp, always finding ways to talk to her, even if it means interrupting her in the middle of the way, wagging his finger around the tent because he has a dire papercut.

She'll patch him up every single time with a shake of her head, telling him to be more careful and he'll say yes mam, just to be back in the same cot the next day like clockwork.

Sergeant Barnes who walks her to her quarters every evening and bids her goodnight with a tip of his hat, always a gentleman. He never misses an opportunity to hold the door open, fetch extra supplies, grinning all while she tells him to get back to his work, worried he'll get in trouble for always helping her.

Sergeant Barnes who has a flirty little mouth on him, never missing a moment to tell her how lovely she looks. She dismisses everything he says, after all there's no way he could see her that way when she's sweating, covered in grime and blood aftering bandaging up different men.

Sergeant Barnes who wonders if she feel the same way when catches a tear roll down her cheek the first time she has to sew his injures. Her hands work quick and steadily keeping a straight face until the last dressing is placed across his abdomen. He's seen her do the same thing to plenty of others, sending them on their way right after but not him. She checked over him again and then once more, insisting he rest for an additional night before he was off again.

Sergeant Barnes who didn't realize it would get this far. He only intended to kiss her, he really did but the surprised little whine she let out was too much. How could he left her go when he hands clutched onto his uniform tighter, lips parted, letting his tongue lace with hers.

He made love to her that night.

Sergeant Barnes who took his time touching every bit of her body with softness, laying her in bed and covering her with the sheet when she shyly looked away. He didn't need much more than that, happy to feel her bare skin on his while he felt her lips flutter against his neck, he may as well have died and gone to heaven.

Sergeant Barnes who doesn't rush a thing while he pumps his cock, letting his swollen head rub though her slit while letting her know much he adores her. How perfect she already is. She whispers a please in his ear and he starts to push himself inside, his length already throbbing with need.

"I know angel, I know" He coos at the gasp she lets out, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "S'just me doll, s'just me you're feeling"

He stretches her slowly, after all his sweet angel has never felt anyone else. Her face hides in his neck, panting as he fully sheaths himself, cuddling her body, rubbing her back.

"S-so big, Sergeant" is the best she can get out and he has to force himself to not cum on the spot. He starts to move, holding her tighter because he didn't expect to struggle this much.

"I love you" He rasps out, it's all he can say without running his mouth, spewing all the things that were in his head. He really can't take it. His mind is working faster than he can comprehend. There were a thousand sweet things but that wasn't the issue. He bit his tongue from confessing she caused all his wet dreams, making him feel like a teenager all over again. That her pussy was so tight, he was leaking in her. That it felt too good, he felt like a virgin too, his cock was so sensitive like never before, fuck, she had to unlock her ankles that were wrapped around his waist-

"M'close" He pants, eyes locked with hers hoping she understands- "M'gonna cum, I-fuck, i'm cu-mph" His eyes grow wide in surprise when she tugs his dog tags and pulls him down for a kiss, her legs still wrapped around him, every bit of his cum filling her up.

"I love you too" she nuzzles her nose with his, relaxing in his hold as they drift off to sleep.

He holds her extra tight that night.

There was a war happening and tomorrow wasn't always promised.

Especially not when he had an assignment the next day.

-

Sergeant Barnes who dragged himself through hell and back, limping half sewn up with that cute little blush on his face cause he can't wait to see her again after months of nearly dying, losing men, the only thing that kept him going was getting to see-

Where was she?

"Has anyone seen Nurse y/l/n?" He frowned when the other nurses shook their heads as he searched, his worry increasing when he finds her things gone. He nearly sends off a search party until a close friend of hers quietly gives him an address. She says very little, only sending him off with a wink and a good luck.

He's utterly baffled when he sees the address is that of his own? Surely there was a mistake. That doesn't mean he'll waste anytime. The war was over anyway, injuries be damned, he's moving as fast as he can.

He sets off home, knocking on the door, his can't wait to find her again and he's missed his family soo much-

"Jamie!!" His sister throws her arms around his neck and he stumbles back, hugging her tightly, "Mama, Jamie's home!!" He doesn't let go of her as his mother runs to him from the kitchen, tears already streaming down her face.

"Sweet boy" She takes his face in her hands, looking him up and down. Her baby boy is back in one piece and that's all that matters.

Well, sort of.

"I missed you ma-ow!"

"I raised you better, you worried those poor angels to bits"

Angels?

He isn't given a chance to ask anything when she gives him a wack with a rolled newspaper, ushering him to go to his room, slipping something into his pocket before sending him off.

Sergeant Barnes who can't believe his eyes when he sees her again. Her pretty face. Same perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. All of it turns blurry from unshed tears because the only thing that was different now was a very round baby bump.

"Y'came back" Her voice melts into a sob seeing him standing at the doorway.

"I missed ya" He whispers against her hairline, kissing her repeatedly, his hands cradling her rounded belly, his little baby kicking against his touch. "M'so sorry angel, wish I was here-

"You're here now" she sniffled, inhaling his scent after waiting for him to come back, not knowing if he was hurt or alive, the thought breaking her heart. "We waited"

"Daddy's here" He kisses her tummy, holding her extra close again after months of waiting. Dreaming. Hoping.

He asks her to marry him. His ma wouldn't give him her wedding ring for just anyone.

A baby boy. 2 years later, a little girl. She asks for a kitten. They name her Alpine. Another little boy 3 years later.

Perfect.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Revolutionary Army Punk AU

Ft: Luffy (not punk)

Steampunk is cool but i think just straight up punk would be cooler. I just think what they stand for lines up a lot better

Design notes:

I did some research and talked to a punk friend of mine for these as i am not a punk, myself, and I dont want to look like a poser. I think i did a really good job translating them and i want to explain my thoughts!

Sabo was first, of course.

I not only wanted to make the characters punk, but i also wanted to crank their designs up about 20 notches, so i gave Sabo’s scar one hell of an upgrade. In this version I tried to make it very clear that that cannon ball hit him head-on. I think it works really well with his punk vibes because under-cuts and shaved parts of the head in general are very popular in punk culture.

I largely tried to keep the silhouettes the same with this au, and It was really easy to keep it with Sabo because of the fact that he already has a lot of design elements that translate well to punk. His big pants into tall boots were perfect to translate, crust pants and steel toed boots fits him well. Trench coats arent a staple in Punk, but i couldnt take the coats away from him… him or Belo. They deserve it…

I threw away his cravat for a choker, i replaced his vest with a red tank top and his undershirt for fishnets, Patches up the wazoo, he looks very cool.

Belo Betty was next, she was super easy to translate. She’s already in the punk spirit with her tits out, we love to see it. Her hat was really difficult to translate, along with all the other hats, but a red knitted hat that has those two points cuz it’s essentially a scarf sewed together looks nice on her.

My punk friend suggested i give her a bunch of nets and harnesses and i really agreed that was her style, so i gave her red tie to Morley, slapped some harnesses on her and just overall just turned her sexy up like 50 notches. I think i was clever how i adapted her striped stockings here with how they have runs in them.

Karasu is almost the exact same. I just threw out his dinky little cravat and gave him a bandana and harness. I also gave him piercings. That’s the only difference. In the words of my Punk friend “hes naked and wearing a spiked mask, He can hang”

Speaking of what my punk friend said, he said that Lindbergh would get “demolished” in the pit, and that he looks like he’s scared of bees. The consensus was that he couldn’t hang. But also i still had to make him punk, so then he suggested CBGB punks:

Redneck, bluegrass, southern american punks. I was really in a rut with his design, I didn’t know what to do to keep the silhouette of his backpack. But everything changed when I chance got the idea of a guitar. And then everything flowed from there

Morley was really really fun. Punk friend suggested i make her Pop Punk, inspired by this pic

Mainly Lindsey way with this plaid skirt and tie

She was so so fun to draw, i love her fucked up eyes.

For dragon, i didnt change much at all, even though it’s only his bust that’s shown. Imagine everything is the same, except now he has piercings. Dragon isnt concerned with the punk fashion, but the punk cause.

For Luffy, I wasnt trying to make him punk, but he felt a bit plain looking like base Luffy next to punk Sabo, so i just did the “turn design up 20 notches”, and just gave him a more visibly tattered hat, bangles and waist beads.

That’s about it! Ive been getting a lot of comments and asks lately saying that you guys like when i go on my design explanations, and i realized that i didnt do that for the last few AU’s, so i thought id type this up :)

Thank you for reading!

[sweetlyfez]

As I promised @elodieunderglass (ty for the reminder), pictures of my finished (ish) crazy quilted notebook covers.

If you haven't previously heard of crazy quilting, it was a HUGE craze among housewives in the late 19th century, which revolved around patchworking and appliqueing together irregularly shaped fabric scraps and then embellishing the shit out of them.

I embarked on this project because after filing away the idea of crazy quilts from a coffee table book my spouse picked up in a charity shop a year or so ago, I saw a couple of people on youtube sharing their work; and because I needed covers for my next junk journal.

I cleaved pretty close to the base principles of the style - using precious scraps, making as much of them as possible, and creating a canvas for lots of embroidered embellishment. These two 5x7ish pieces barely used up any volume of my accumulated scraps so there will be more crazy quilting in my future, once I think of ways to make use of it.

I'm very pleased with how the compositions came together, and it was lots of fun picking the embroidery thread colours to speak to all the different patches. Actually the whole things was stupid fun and I worked on barely any other projects or, in fact, chores while Iw as working on it. Next time I will probably match the weight of my fabrics more closely (mostly bc the velvets have made things lumpier than I'd have liked), and I'll prewash the old bits retrieved from my nan's sewing box bc when I rinsed the embroidery pen out from the wild rose piece the pink bled and I was quite lucky it was mostly synthetic patches around it.

Under the cut for an inventory of scraps used (all out of stash)

"love" embroidery, from a magazine kit released ca 2018/19

orange & pink flower print, velvets, floral corduroy, ribbon, and pink twill all from my Nan's sewing box

Pink silk leftover from my wedding dress, flower print and the translucent silk the spider is mounted on from a scrap bag - all from Beckford silks (they don't carry the scrap bags on their website but they're well worth a visit in person if you're in the neighbourhood)

The other printed silk was a tunic of mine which stood up poorly to wear

Blotchy yellow and rust silk from a natural printing demo

Green corduroy and black flower print viscose from Will's sewing projects

Blue and fuchsia check from my old pjs

planets print quilting cotton bought for a hat band from the remnants bin of the friendly local fabric shop

green leaf ribbon leftover from an Audrey ii costume

[sparklystarrrr]

Not me wanting to be self-indulgent with this ask…

BUT I AM BEGGING YOU FOR MORE RIDDLE AND HATTER!READER BECAUSE I ALSO ACT FUCKING INSANE AROUND PEOPLE I LOVE AND IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE ACTUALLY WROTE A FIC OF ME ROMANCING RIDDLE!!!

PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!

MORE PWEASE!!!

(Also have a nice timezone)

HELP I LOVE HOW MANY RIDDLE REQUESTS I GET I LOVE WRITING ABOUT MY HUSBAND

Hats Galore Pt. 2

Synopsis: Hat making is best done in pairs, is it not?

Contains: Riddle R. x Gn! Mad Hatter! Reader, extension of pt.1, kinda crack, SO FLUFFY

"Riddle boy, do come quickly now, yes you should! Any slower and the dodo feathers may fly away. It took me a couple fingers and a road this that and the other way to obtain, yes it did!"(y/n) squealed while pulling Riddle along with them. “You are truly talented dear. Would it be alright if you could perhaps… teach me?” He said with a slight flush on his cheeks.

(Y/n)’s eyes sparkled, “Teach you? My oh my, what fun! A hat shall be yours in due time Riddle boy!” They quickly grabbed hold of Riddle’s other hand and dragged him along to their room. Inside, it was cluttered to put it lightly. Fabrics, feathers, glue, sewing materials and more were scattered around the room. Hats made previously were decorating the wall from the floor to the ceiling. "Watch your step Riddle! My ideas are scattered along these rickety floors!"

"I can see as much, dear."Riddle said with a smile and let out an airy chuckle as he carefully stepped over some buttons and peacock feathers. The two clumsily made their way to the small desk with a set of cushioned chairs covered in a wide variation of plaid fabrics. A few patches clung to the wooden legs to hold them on, but overall they were very sturdy. The red haired boy sat gently down on the cushion while the (h/c)ette sat with a small clunk of rattling glass bottles and colliding wood.

"Time to make your special hat, my boy!"(y/n) snatched Riddle's petite golden crown off of his head and set it aside. They pulled a comically long measuring tape from a rather small pocket in their pants and wrapped it around his head. "Hmm..." They hummed while reading the measurement ,"Ah, One moment!" "Alright- HUH?!" Riddle jumped in shock as (y/n) hopped right out of their chair and flung themself into an abnormally large closet full of an insane amount of hats.

An avalanche of hats started falling upon the hatter and the boy jumped from his seat. “D-dear?! Are you alright??!!” He shouted. Once the sea of hats calmed there was a small humming coming from beneath the pile. Suddenly, hats exploded from the top of the pile. There out of the pile was (y/n) holding a crushed red velvet top hat waiting to be customized. “Riddle darling! I have the most wondrous hat for you! It is more awe striking than twelve dozen flowers singing a melodic tune, yes it is!”

Riddle panicked once again when he saw (y/n) jump out of the large hat mountain. He nervously held his arms out to catch them as they made a crash landing into him. With a loud bang, (y/n) fell right into Riddle's arms making him stumble back and fall on his butt. He yelped loudly as (y/n) fell right into his lap, hands still firm on the red top hat that they dug out from the hat mountain. "Hah, seems I've squashed this poor rosebud... Up we go now, wouldn't you like to fancy a new hat for tea time? A queen shall wear a crown no smaller than a tea mouse and no larger than a walrus, as said in your silly rule book!" (y/n) giggled heartily.

Riddle's smile softened and he rested his head upon their shoulder. He spoke softly with a sigh and wrapped his arms around their waist,”You are truly a rambunctious one…” (Y/n) rested a hand on his shoulder and pressed their cheek against the boy’s head. “And you’ve grown accustomed to it, I see!” The (h/c)ette teased. His cheeks grew flushed into a rosy pink. ‘I truly have…’ he thought. He melted into their warmth slowly. 

(Y/n) looked down with parted lips, suddenly feeling a little calmer. Their eyes softened and melted ever so close to Riddle. They pressed a warm kiss onto the crown of his rose red hair. The boy gasped.”(Y-(y/n)!” He sputtered as his face bloomed a hot pink.

(y/n) giggled happily at his reaction,”What? A bird will not know affection unless it’s mate performs upfront, no it won’t!” They then pressed one final smooch onto the red haired boy’s soft pale cheek and hopped to their feet.

They held out their hand to him,”Let’s go make a lovely hat for you now, yes we should!” Riddle’s expression turned from one of shyness to a content grin. “Yes.. yes we absolutely should my dear!” He placed his hand gently into theirs and they shoved him to his feet with a force that nearly knocked him over. They scampered over to the desk and plopped into their seats, quickly getting to work.

A few hours later and some fingers nearly stuck together, the hat was finally done. Riddle sauntered out of their room with a new hat fit for the Housewarden of Heartslabyul and his partner happily on his arm. “A hat truly fit for you, Riddle boy!” They exclaimed. Riddle simply looked to them with the widest smile he’s had since forever. “Thank you…” He spoke under his breath. As if he couldn’t quite contain himself, he swiftly pulled them into him and pressed a kiss against their soft lips. And for the first time ever, the sweet hatter was left in an absolute daze. Their cheeks flushed slightly as they held a gummy smile on their lips when he pulled back.

The Heartslabyul students thought he was a little odd for wearing the heavily decorated hat, but hyped the two up nonetheless

Every time i write something for heartslabyul i always say the dialogue in a british accent to make it sound more authentic to the characters… i love my little british man

[isaqlare]

art donaldonson x whimsical!

reader headcanons

art donaldson was the exact opposite of you but yet he loved you, he loved your funky outfits, your funky tights, and overall your personality. You weren’t like any of the other girls he’d been with. Lustful and dangerous, you were sweet and yet crazy in the most amazing way. The differences make you, you. And he loved that.

🍎 — Funky Tights Are Your Signature. Checkerboard, sparkly, fishnet, floral, star-patterned. you own tights in every print and texture imaginable. You even have ones with tiny frogs. You layer them under miniskirts, oversized sweaters, or petticoats like a fashion fever dream. Art calls them your “magic legs.” but he loved them, he loves your funky style.

🍎 — he does admit it, when he first met you..him and a Patrick had a bad habit of laughing at the things you wore or what you did but now he loves you and your crazy style.

🍎 — Art doesn’t know how to flirt with someone so unlike him, so he just starts showing up to your art show, your poetry reading, even the morning farmer’s market. He buys you a ridiculous gourd just because “you seem like someone who would love a gourd.” Eventually he asks you out in the dumbest way. “Wanna get food that isn’t, like… leaves?”

“You mean, non-fermented plant-based nourishment?” you replied, earning a groan from him. “Jesus Christ. Just say yes.”(You do.)

🍎 — You start drawing on his arms with glitter pens before parties. At first, it’s funny. Then he starts requesting it. “Give me that moon thing you do. The silver one.” He keeps a flower you pressed for him inside his wallet, doesn’t tell anyone. But he looks at it before exams. He thinks you might actually be magic.

🍎 — Art starts reading the weird little books you leave at his place. You catch him skimming “Astrology for Lovers” and pretend not to see. He insists he’s a Capricorn, but you’re like, “No, Art. You’re a Leo rising. That’s why you’re so loud.” He’s never dated someone who lives like you do. full of softness and strangeness. Sometimes he just watches you make tea and wonders how he ended up in a fairytale.

🍎 — You steal his hoodies and paint on them. stars, vines, tiny cats. He pretends to be annoyed but never washes them, even though they smell like patchouli and lavender. He gives you his old baseball hats. You wear them sideways or with butterfly clips. He texts you things like “idk what this moon thing means but it’s orange rn. thought you’d care.”

🍎 — You show up to his matches wearing leg warmers, fingerless gloves, and star stickers on your face. The other players’ girlfriends wear tennis skirts and polos. You look like a character from a children’s book and he loves it. He waves to you from the court every time. You wave back like you’re at a royal parade.

🍎 — His dorm was all tennis gear and protein powder before you. Now there are windchimes, mushroom-shaped lamps, and a poster that says “Kiss More Frogs.” he didn’t admit it but he enjoyed drinking your homemade rose tea from a mug shaped like a cat. He starts collecting things for you: pressed flowers, weird postcards, a rock that “kinda looks like a heart.”

🍎 — He starts letting you dress him. Not all the time — but enough that you’ll catch him at a party wearing a neon beanie and a vintage sweatshirt you picked out with pride. One time you draw a constellation on his jeans in silver Sharpie. He goes out in them. He wins that tournament. He asks you to do it again every finals week.

🍎 — You make him keychains with his initials in bead letters. He actually uses them. One has a tiny rubber duck on it. You sew patches onto his practice bag: mushrooms, smiley faces, one that says “TENNIS IS PUNK ROCK.”

🍎 — He doesn’t get fashion. But he gets you. And to him, your outfits are the language of your soul. You dress like dreams, like memories, like folklore and color and softness. And he loves watching you get dressed like it’s a performance just for him. His favorite thing is helping you zip up a velvet dress or clasping a necklace around your neck before a party. It makes him feel like the lucky boy in the fairy tale who got chosen by the whimsical witch princess.

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Not sure if there is already a post about this but Gideon is really good at sewing but is all shy and embarrassed about it so he never talks about it or shows off with it.

He sews up and patches random things of the Krews. Kremy’s hat and waist coat, Frost's robes, Gricko's vest, Hoostie's stuffed animals have all been sewn together by Gideon. He makes sure to make sure no one notices and is very good at hiding his stiching.

Now if only he'd extend the same amount of care towards his own items. :(

This is a true fact.

Hes like, a sewing Santa.

For himself, aside from maybe the plushies he owns himself (he feels bad for them), he thinks that it's stupid to waste time and energy on repair. He can deal with holes in his jeans and shirts, hell it's technically more ventilation! He will wear the same clothes until they give out and die. Because who cares?

But with everyone else...well, those are important! Can you imagine Kremy with a hole in his waistcoat?? Nuh-uh, that's gotta be fix. And the robes are so important to Frost, it'd be a shame to see them damaged for too long. And Gricko and Torbek are like him with wearing something as long as possible til its dust, but really the repairs on Grickos are fairly small and simple, and Torbek deserves to have some kindness after all he's gone through. And Hootsie, of course you have to repair her things! She just a baby!

And not only does he not want to be praised for something so small and insignificant, but he might have some of that "im a big strong guy, I can't be doing soft delicate things like sewing" ingrained in his head. Which is stupid, but he can't help it.

So he works whenever nobody is looking. He hopes that even if they don't know he did it, that they, subconsciously, understand how much he loves them.

[bellesdomain]

Would you be able to do a costume breakdown of Bway rusty/Bochum rusty costume

Broadway/Bochum Rusty! OK!

Honestly Rusty is one of the most impressively realised costumes from the design... all the details are there, and it all works!

I'm afraid I can NOT find any pictures of a half-dressed Rusty! Sorry! Seriously it would be useful, as we can see here that his costume is mostly one piece, but his arms are an under-layer.

I know. I KNOW there's pictures of Jamie Golding with that under-layer.... somewhere... but I'm going in circles trying to find them. ANYWAY.

So, Rusty's mysterious base layer is the sleeves, attached to a basic body. The sleeves are painted spandex. (I wonder if it's a backstage video rather than still photos?)

Here you can kind of see inside Jamie's neckline that the red neck panels are - unsurprisingly - attached by snaps. They will line up with the snaps on the main body. Curious that while all the sleeves and thigh panels etc stay on the main suit, the neck panel doesn't? I wonder why.

Just a side note, looking at the mannequin followed by the costumes on the rail, it's interesting how the decoration on his stomach changes. The mannequin costume looks like it's had a few inches cut out to shorten the costume! I always think of that stomach pattern as looking like the Bridge. Whether that's intentional or not, I love it!

Then we have almost all the costume in one piece! The shirt and overalls are attached - in London the shirt was a separate layer but this version it's all one piece that fastens up the back. It's intricately painted, look at all those steampunky details! And judging by the way it catches the light onstage, I think there's a lot of quilting around the wheels etc. I'm not sure how fixed the design is - the one in the background here seems to have different details to the one in the foreground.

But looking at the costume behind there, you can see that the chest plate is held on by velcro all around, and snaps are visible at the top corner. Also you can see the thigh patch is not properly attached - it too has an outline of black velcro, with silver snaps all around the corners. And the ankles on the costume behind are missing their panels, so good clear example of how it goes together!

The sleeves are going to be similar, but a bit more complex. For a while there was one sleeve on display in the foyer, alongside his old hat, and we can just about see (sorry about the reflections!) that the black grill that trims his sleeve is part of the hardware. I suspect it connects to the fabric sleeve just the same as the other panels - lots of snaps and velcro.

Rusty has so much texture going on it can be hard to make out the details! But it looks like his kneepads are held in place using fabric tabs through D rings, that snap back on themselves, and just blend away into the texture. The UK Tour costumes used this technique a lot - a LOT - and in far less subtle ways. Which does have the silver lining of making it very easy to see how it works!

Just focusing on the kneepads here. Joule had D rings on her leggings, and loops that snap back on her kneepads - while Caboose had the tabs with snaps on his leggings, and the rings they pass through on the kneepads. With Rusty it can be a deliberate part of his costume design to have "rivets" for the snaps.

Rusty has plenty of the foam trim that gives most of the characters bold 3D details. This is a lot of hand sewing! I'm pretty sure the rusty orange fabric is spandex, helpful to have the stretch to get smoothly around the curves. The silver trim is sewn on with a herringbone stitch - it's a design feature! Definitely! I suspect the silver is actually a kind of car trim - chrome edging of some kind - rather than something intended for clothing! As is the foam that pads out those details.

Making the solid panels like his chest, thighs, sleeves etc, isn't my area so much - as long as they're sturdy and a bit flexible, you're good. They just need a backing panel with the snaps and half the world's velcro supply installed!

The gloves are half standard leather gloves, with a "gauntlet" of painted, quilted fabric under the moulded wheels. There's a strap - maybe a buckle? at the wrist to adjust.

The belt has more of the raised layers of detail - spandex over foam strips - I would assume there's a solid leather base underneath. Interestingly he doesn't seem to have anything holding the belt in place to the main costume - but the belt and codpiece float and sometimes seem to sit quite low on the performer's hips. I guess you don't want the opposite and getting a wedgie!

The codpiece is another panel like the thighs, this time attached to the front of the belt with snaps, and a strap to attach to the back of the belt.

Elbows! We haven't mentioned elbows! They really are more decorative than protective with the big buffer going to knock your elbow sideways rather than take an impact. But they're a solid foam base, the moulded buffer, looks more like leather than spandex to me.

Construction of the kneepads is going to be basically the same as Pearl, which I went into before - but the curved foam base is covered with the decorative fabrics and painted layer, then vacuum-formed clear plastic shell that's held on with big stitches going right through the pad. A cosplayer on skates NEEDS to be confident to use those kneepads, the costume is less valuable than your body!

Last thing, the backpack. I don't see anything to suggest there's more fastenings than just more heavy duty snaps and velcro. Which does make sense when it's across the main fastenings for the costume, gotta keep it simple if you need to get your actor out of costume in a hurry. I wonder if - although the "shirt" and "overalls" are incorporated as one garment, if the back of the "overalls" isn't a separate layer to allow fastening those snaps more easily. IDK if that makes sense, but snaps are much easier if you can press from the inside as well!

OK. Now I want to go through and find as many pictures of the different paintings on Rusty's stomach as I can find. There's so much gorgeous detail in there that's so easily overlooked!

[disgustingtwitches]

hello! <3 your writings are phenomenal, i’m so happy to have stumbled across your page 🙏. i have a little idea, but i suck at writing. feel free to ignore this request if they’re closed!!

but, i haven’t seen really any cod writings of a reader who’s moreso on the alternative side! like colored hair, decked out in piercings, tattoos etc., etc. i was wondering how you think the 141 boys (any one of them, or all!) would react to reader either piercing herself, dying her hair, or something along the sort? (safely, of course. we are prepped in this household.)

have a wonderful rest of your day/night! :3

Ok so when it comes to alt girls obviously Ghost and Soap have more exposure to them. So I'd like to think when it comes to certain things they'd be more comfortable with it. And I think all of the boys would help dye your hair!

Gaz- I've noticed guys who don't have tattoos or only have one will be OBSESSED with girls who have tattoos! He'll want to know the story and meaning behind each one (even the ones that are like...just a frog with a cowboy hat or some shit LMAO). Very insistent on keeping new piercings and tattoos clean! He'll be the one to clean piercings with salt water and remind you to put sunscreen on tattoos. He's very meticulous when it comes to help dying your hair. Wants you to use the best thing for your hair and makes sure you won't melt your hair with bleach!

"Don't use 40 vol please, it'll melt your hair...Don't use Splat, it's literally fabric dye babes..."

Buys colored conditioner to keep your color longer.

Price- He loves helping you DIY stuff, everything except tattoos and piercings. He thinks that's too much of a risk no matter how much you tell him you know what you're doing,

"If it's about the cost, I'll pay for it."

And he does. Makes sure to read the reviews for the place too. He stays away from dyes and bleach because the old man is sensitive to those smells :/ He offers to pay for that too but you're particular about your hair and he respects that.

Ghost- My man knows the alt scene through and through. He'll help you pierce anything but only because he thinks knows he can do better than you. He won't let you do stick and pokes unless you're using a proper tattoo needle and ink. He'll actually let you tattoo your initials on him and he'll tattoo his on you,

"Make sure you don't go too deep, that'll give me blowout alright?"

Soap- Wild boy Johnny will do any and everything. You want to pierce your own ear? He'll do it too! Matching ripped fishnet and jeans and colored hair and nails. He'll sew patches on your jacket and help you make your own pins. He's so crafty he LOVES to do things with his hands. Sometimes date night would just be staying inside drinking, listening to deathgrind, and DIYing clothes.

[kyesreadingnook]

Hiiiii!! Could you write some thoughts on the mercs with a punk or more alternatively dressing reader? Tattoos, nonstandard piercings, bold clothes, etc. If you don’t wanna do all, any of your choice!! If not no worries!

HIIIIII yes id love that— I am personally a goth, so this is something i’d be more than happy to write 🖤🖤

Mercs with a punk/alternative reader!

Scout:

Actually obsessed with your style, you may think he’d be one of those people that’d find it weird or extreme— but he loves it about you.

And it’s not just your style he adores, he loves the beliefs that it’s rooted in, and will constantly make it known that he never wants you to back down from what you feel is right.

Hell— if you’re someone that enjoys going to protests, he’ll happily come along. Baseball bat and all, because he is far from one to take shit from bigots.

Sniper:

He has always wanted piercings, actually! Or at least a tattoo or two, but god forbid he ever showed up with either if he goes to visit his parents, they'd both have a heart attack.

He is 'I listen to everything' personified, burn a CD for him and it'll be his go-to road trip playlist. Especially for any particularly long trips into town or night drives.

and on said trips into town, he'll happily bring you along if you need any DIY supplies, box dye, makeup, face paint, or whatever you gotta grab. Whatever helps you in expressing yourself to the fullest.

Medic:

No matter how many piercings you have, he finds them oh so fun! And if you're ever wanting a new one but don't wanna pay for it? You can count on him to do it for you! (don't.)

And not to mention your music taste! Please show him all your favorite bands, though he may not listen to much alternative music himself, he is always open to recommendations.

If you also happen to be the type to have a more macabre decoration style, he is more than happy to hand off a specimen jar or two!

Demo:

If you enjoy going to shows-- please take Tavish with you, he will be the life of the party when it comes to all the music, and just generally supporting your way of life, he is your guy when it comes to loud sounds and wild atmosphere.

Be sure to make him a patch or two, he will have those sewed onto his shirt in no time. He's far more sentimental than he likes to let on, but surely you can tell.

And in all honesty— I firmly believe he’s had a bit of a punk past, back when he was a teen/young adult. He naturally had to slow down a bit when it came to mercenary work, but hanging with you has honestly brought back all those fond memories.

Pyro:

It would make their day if you were to share your style with them, like straight up give them a make-over, let them see your tats, help pick out your jewelry-- they just wanna be involved!

I wholeheartedly envision Pyro as someone with an incredible taste in fashion, however, mercenary work (and fire) gets in the way of them accessorizing more than the occasional hat or clipped on plushie. So, they just help you dress up instead!

I can imagine they have quite the crow brain, always picking up any shiny object of interest— if you’re a trinket fan like them, you can expect to be given lots of bottle caps, pins, and so on— and if you happen to utilize those things in your style? you’d not only make their day, but their year.

Heavy:

He has such a full, utmost respect for you. It takes guts to be so open and forward about not only your style but your personal beliefs as well.

Standing up for those who can't is something that he has done his entire life for his sisters and his mother, people he is endlessly protective of. So to hear you hold that same thought process not only for loved ones but also for complete strangers? that is almost enough to bring this bear of a man to tears.. almost.

But more into your sense of style— He thinks it’s incredibly interesting, he isn’t a fashionable man in all honesty, he’s never had time nor interest for it. So, your sense of style is a way for him to learn about that along with the alternative subculture you’re in.

Engineer:

Like Scout, Dell endlessly supports your style. Though he doesn't have much experience with alternative culture of any kind- that doesn't mean he won't respect it.

Think of him as one of those moms who are extremely supportive but also have no clue what they are doing, that's him right there. Though Dell is far from uneducated on such things thanks to you, he still has his silly moments.

But nonetheless he feels so honored you are this willing to share your way of life with him like this, he thoroughly enjoys feeling like a safe space for those he is close to. So without a doubt, he'll come along to any live show, thrift store, club, or record store- even if some of those aren't particularly his thing, he's just happy to be there.

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Seams drabble: Patch

{ Part IV: Notch | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: None

Summary: Ellie finds a Pride-themed sew on patch that leads to revelations.

Warnings: Pure fluff and love for this girl, some angst, coming out, total disregard of canon because I don't know how it goes in the game.

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This idea struck me out of the blue many months ago, and I was waiting for 'the right place' in the series, until I mentioned it to a dear friend in passing conversation and then I just started writing it. Very lightly edited. Set at unspecified time frame after Part IV.

Ellie hums to herself from her spot in a cosy corner of the Outfitters, one watchful eye on the door. It’s an uncharacteristically slow Saturday, but she’s not complaining - she has her hands full.

A big canvas sack lies empty on the floor, its contents strewn haphazardly all over the wooden floor. The mess drives you up the wall, but you know better than to question her (very questionable) methods, so you’re ensconced in the safety of your studio while she sorts through the clothes and odds and ends that the patrollers brought back from their most recent outing.

Though infrequent - most settlements around Jackson have been painstakingly pilfered for anything useful over the years - it’s her favourite duty at the shop. Lucy is looser with the rules, but sometimes, you let Ellie keep little knick knacks that won’t sell.

The teenager goes through the pile thoroughly. Shirts go in one stack, jeans in another, followed by shoes, hats and scarves. Turning to the heap of smaller loose trinkets, she separates mismatched buttons, safety pins, shoelaces and zippers (as Maria always says, every little help), when something colourful piques her attention.

Plucking the piece of fabric out of the jumble, Ellie recognises it as a decorative patch that she’s seen sewn onto bags and shirts. It’s the size of her palm, cut in the shape of a rainbow, the colours still bright. Over the arches, bold white text outlined in black spells out NYC PRIDE 2003.

Tucking it into her pocket for now, she quickly finishes the rest of the sorting. Clothes go into the bin to be collected by the laundry, shoes for the cobbler’s, and accessories into a box to be priced and shelved.

Ambling into the back of the shop where you’re busy hemming a pair of jeans, Ellie plops into one of the rolling chairs, straddling the back of it, and the wheels screech as she careens across the floor to your sewing station.

Your lips quirk as you look up briefly at her. ‘Find anything interesting?’

‘Just this,’ she replies, flashing you the patch and reading aloud, ‘NYC Pride 2003. What does that mean?’

‘There used to be a big pride parade for the LGBT community every year in New York City,’ you explain. ‘They used to close down the streets and everything for it, it was a huge event.’

Ellie blinks, your answer taking her by surprise. She clears her throat, a distant buzzing at the back of her head as she turns the patch over pensively in her hand. ‘What - do you know what it was like?’

‘I’ve never been to one, but it always looked incredible. People used to line the streets in support, and everyone dressed up. There’d be rainbow flags everywhere, floats, dancing, music, and of course, it was an important way for the community to highlight and push for LGBT rights.’

‘You mean -’ she pauses, the unfamiliar feeling of stumbling over her words making her hands sweat. ‘You mean, people would just be out in public, like, being themselves?’

‘More than that - they were celebrating themselves.’

Ellie doesn’t realise she’s fallen quiet until you speak, ‘You can keep it if you want.’

Her head snaps up, disoriented. ‘Keep what?’

‘That.’ You nod towards the patch she’s clinging onto so tightly that her knuckles have gone white.

Panic prickles the back of her neck, an embarrassed heat suddenly making her want to pull at the collar of her flannel. But then you shrug and say, almost flippantly, ‘It’s pretty.’

‘Yes,’ she blurts out in hasty agreement, letting out a breath she’s been unconsciously holding. ‘It’s very pretty.’

Ellie is relieved when you turn back to the sewing machine, leaving her to retrace her steps to the front of the shop. The patch sits on the counter, where she leaves it, as she goes about her business for the rest of her shift.

Her eyes travel to the rainbow, and she thinks of how she wasn’t like the other girls at school, who fawned over dogeared photos of singers and actors long dead. She thinks of how she’s always known she’s different, but didn’t have the vocabulary to express it.

She thinks of Riley.

Riley.

For Riley.

When half three rolls around, you spot the teenager lingering by the studio doorway out of the corner of your eye, her backpack dangling from her fingers. Any other Saturday, you’d be lucky to catch the blurry shape of her shadow when she gallops out of the shop, throwing a see ya over her shoulder.

Thrown by her silence, you prompt, ‘Yes, Ellie?’

Scruffing the tips of her well-worn sneakers on the floorboards, she bites her lip in an atypical display of hesitance. ‘Pin, could you help me sew the patch onto my backpack? Please?’

You smile, eyes soft. ‘I’d love to. C’mon.’

‘You don’t have to do it now,’ she protests, feigning nonchalance, but her twitchy hands give her away. ‘Like, whatever, it’s no big deal.’

Wanting to put her at ease, you shrug. ‘No time like the present. Where do you want it?’

Putting her bag on your work surface, she points. ‘Guess right here under the wings.’

‘Perfect. Can you unzip the bag for me?’

You have Ellie hold the rainbow exactly where she wants it while you thread the needle, and you start sewing it in by hand, stitch by tidy stitch. It barely takes a couple of minutes, but time is of the essence - you haven’t heard the girl take a single breath of air since the anchor stitch.

Snipping off the thread with a flourish and giving it a once over, you grin. ‘There, all done.’

Ellie ducks her head, quiet as she takes the bag from your hands, running a thumb over the arches of the rainbow. Without a word, she suddenly throws her arms around you, hugging you tight.

‘Thanks, Pin,’ she mumbles into your hair.

Your heart swells, and you squeeze her back even tighter. ‘Anything for you, kiddo.’

On Monday morning, Ellie hovers in the hallway outside the kitchen, observing.

Joel is at the table, oblivious with his back to the door, her breakfast of two fried eggs over and easy and toast waiting at her usual spot at the table. Taking a deep breath, she bites the bullet and walks in, backpack in her hand.

‘Mornin’,’ grunts Joel, almost done with his own eggs, sunny side up.

‘Morning,’ she parrots back as she makes herself comfortable.

She usually just dumps her bag on the floor, but today, she pulls out the chair next to her and drops it into the seat. The unusual movement catches Joel’s eye, and he takes a good long look at the backpack.

Eventually, he points vaguely in what she assumes is the direction of the rainbow patch, and says, ‘That looks new.’

‘Yup, Pin helped me sew it on.’

He purses his lips, asking around a mouthful of egg. ‘You know what Pride is?’

She swallows thickly, and it takes a beat to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. ‘Yeah, Pin told me.’

He nods, then turns his attention back to his plate with no fanfare.

Not entirely sure if he caught the nuance but her mind too in knots to care, Ellie picks up her fork and doesn’t think twice when he gets up to put his dish in the sink.

She nearly chokes on eggs when strong arms close around her shoulders in a vice-like grip, scratchy beard on her temple, Joel’s voice so thick that it makes her think if she turns around, she’ll see tears in his eyes.

‘Proud of you, baby girl.’

Later that afternoon, Joel finds you alone in the shop, restocking the women’s outerwear rack.

You toss him a smile over your shoulder. ‘Hey, what are you doing here?’

‘Lucy ‘round?’ he asks.

‘When is she ever?’ you quip with no bite.

Three steps and he’s spun you around by the waist, soft lips latching onto yours in a sweet kiss with just a hint of heated aftertaste that has you swaying on your feet when he pulls back.

A breathless laugh bubbles in your throat as you palm his whiskered jawline. ‘Why, thank you for that, Mr. Miller.’

The corners of his eyes crinkle, and he brushes his nose tenderly against your cheek. ‘No, thank you, sweetheart.’

Notes: I hope I wrote Ellie's coming out as sensitively as I hoped to. As I mentioned, I have no idea how or if she comes out in the game, but despite being such a chatty teenager, I think she'd find it difficult to broach the subject with Joel in conversation. For me, this was a fun way of weaving in her part-time job at the Outfitters and Pin into her coming out story that stays true to Ellie's character. I hope you enjoyed this - comments and reblogs appreciated as always!

P.S. I am not 'back' back, so I don't know when I will next update Seams. Thank you for your patience while I try to navigate my way back to some semblence of writing regularly, whenever that may be.

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers ❤️

[faintlight]

i've only been into stex for about two months now but i was possessed by the need to create a physical version of my number one favorite train and thus was born CB the doorstop, complete with the ability to do splits!!

progress photos and details of how i made him under the cut!

i started with the pattern McCall's 8708 for Raggedy Andy mostly because the picture on the pattern was him doing a split. this meant that he turned out WAY bigger than intended (he's a couple feet tall standing up)

this was my original sketch, i still love how his little face looks :3

the pattern came with an iron-on face print which i used to figure out the position of the eyes and mouth, i embroidered all of this on and sewed on red felt patches for cheeks cause i adore his clown makeup look

next i sewed the pieces of his body together so he looked like a little ghostie

then he got stuffed! and joined me as i watched a boot lol

next were his very very long legs and his little shoes! sewing the legs to the body was very undignified

the next day i made his clothes! the pattern made a shirt and a pair of overalls, i added white ribbon on the sides of the legs to match his costume and put the overalls under the shirt (which is sad cause they're so cute but that's not his design)

the day after that i made his accessories! i made the hat out of felt that i cut and sewed freestyle. i cut a piece of stretchy red fabric to be vaguely square and tied it around his neck for his kerchief. i made his elbow and knee pads out of black fabric with white ribbon i sewed to it diagonally. i made his epaulettes out of felt that i glued to cardboard to keep its shape, and then attached them with rubber bands so they stayed on his shoulders. i also made his belt out of the same black fabric and red felt. i made his boot cover things from black fabric and sewed red ribbon onto the sides. finally for his skates i sewed felt circles to the bottom for wheels, and sewed snaps to the toes of his shoes to attach rubber corks for toe stops!

and then he was done!! here's him meeting one of my cats.

i had so much fun making him!! the whole process probably took around 15-20 hours over three days. this was my first time ever making a doll and doll clothes/accessories. my next project is making rusty and dustin dolls for @wilddoveofaphrodite <3 thanks for reading!!

[mega-ringsandthings-world]

I know I've talked about how Mihawk sews and embroiders, and probably was already making/embellishing his clothes since his first appearance, (roger's execution pink tulip patches my belove-eds) but I'd like to emphasize that this man is 100% his own combination tailor/milliner/cobbler. He sews his clothes and makes his hats and there's whole 50s housewife-esque sewing room in his castle. Those v-notch-waistband pants are a perfected pattern and you know it. Whenever he meets up with Shanks he spends 30% of their time together fighting and the other 70% darning Shanks' shirts. He handmade Perona's glow-up fit because nothing hit right for her at the local op hot topic. Definitely monograms his towels. Gets bored in the Cross Guild one day and spends the better part of a week hemming Crocodile's pants and letting out his waistcoats. Keeps a needle and thread pinned inside his coat. Bills the WG for "upkeep expenses" when he decides to go ham on the latest silk exports.

[grandlinedreams]

Hello!! Hope you’re well !! <3 if you’re still taking requests, can I request a cute scenario of reader who’s into crafts? Like she sews up shachi and penguin’s hats when they’re a little torn, she mends to the suits and makes patches for them time to time, and what law thinks of it? Would he want something too??? Would plushies that look like the heart pirate crew be scattered ???

Hope that’s not a weird idea, sending you good vibes and a good day !!

Oh, that's cute and not weird at all, no worries!! But i can absolutely do my best, I hope that this is to your liking!!

[Heads up!:fluff w a tiny pinch of angst, now i wanna find the materials to make mini Heart Pirates]

"Here's your hat back, Shachi."

Law watches from where he's slowly sipping his coffee, watching the redhead take the familiar cap back from you for inspection.

"Thanks, [name]. It looks good as new!"

You beam at the praise. "It was nothing, least I could do when it means so much to you."

Law's eyes drift over Shachi's hat. The hole that'd been torn into the dorsal fin is gone, previous damage unnoticeable as Shachi puts it on.

You'd fixed Penguin's hat the week before, mended something for Bepo before that, and for Hakugan the week before that ㅡ all within spare moments when you could find them, with a skill not born from a devil fruit.

No, your talent with needle and thread is your own. Sometimes Law wonders if you're ever tired of it ㅡ but when he asks, you shake your head.

"No, I don't mind. It's the least I can do, I think."

There's something sad to your tone as you say it, an undercurrent that makes Law frown and wonder what you mean by that.

ㅡ

"[Name]."

Law's call of your name makes you jolt, the case in your lap tipping to scatter the contents across the floor. Bobbins of every color wheel aimlessly, and you stare at the mess before you kneel to begin picking them up. "You startled me," you say, tone accusatory as you glance at Law. "Did you need something, captain?"

"My apologies." Law bends to pick up the few that have rolled to his feet before he hands them to you, fingers brushing yours. "I wanted to ask, ifㅡ" He catches a pop of color where you'd been sitting, and he blinks. "What is that?"

You follow his line of vision and tense. "Nothing!" You reach to hide it behind your back, and Law's eyes narrow.

"[Name]."

"It's nothing!" You scowl when Law lifts a hand. "Captain, don't you dareㅡ"

"Room. Shambles."

The item in your hand is replaced by a bobbin, and Law stares down at what you'd tried so hard to hide. It's made of soft fabric, tiny boiler suit carefully stitched ㅡ a small replica of Bepo.

"It's dumb," you say, voice small as you look anywhere but at your captain. "I know, but i had a bunch of space fabric so i...made mini versions of the crew. And...of you."

Law isn't sure how to react to the fact that there's currently a plush somewhere made in his likeness, but he still rubs his thumb over plush Bepo's forehead affectionately. "And you?"

"Hm?"

His eyes lock with yours. "Did you make one of yourself? You're part of the crew too, [Name]."

"Oh," you answer. "No, I didn't."

Law watches you, struggles with what to say to you that won't either make you both uncomfortable or breach the line of captain and crew member.

"Catch." He tosses plush Bepo to you gently, watches as you catch him before he continues. "Make sure to make one of yourself too, [Name]. You're important to this crew. And...to me."

You blink, toying with plush Bepo's arms. "Okay," you murmur. "I can do that." You watch as he moves to leave, what he'd originally come to ask you lost to the momentary embarrassment over his own words and feelings concerning you. "And captain?"

"Hm?"

"You're important to the crew too. And to me."

[ask-postcrash-curly]

https://www.tumblr.com/fox-guardian/781153721897877504/id-five-digital-drawings-comparing-the-original?source=share

What the fuck?!

Oh my God. What— Why do I look like that?! Is that a Pony Express buckle on my belt— Pony Express boots and gloves?? Why do I have gloves on a fucking spaceship?! And who am I trying to impress with the sleeves rolled up, for fuck's sake, the cockpit gets cold. The damn hat— God, his eyes are so bright. Is that the bloody gun?? Why am I carrying around the gun?! He's a sellout! Cartoonishly fucking violent? What does that mean?!

...Holy fuck. Jimmy. What— God. Is— Dyed pink hair, and he's missing a finger, why is he missing his middle finger?? And his face, what did that to him?? (Oh God, was it me?) The outfit looks like something Daisuke would wear. holy fuck. Hates to cause harm... Okay well now I'm jealous. Hah. He— He sewed patches onto his uniform, that's not even allowed. And earrings? Makeup? Holy fuck, that's an eyebrow piercing. Is— is this what he would've worn if he wasn't insecure? I... No. Would he?? He never— Huh.

Anya— You know what, that makes sense. That's exactly how Anya would be as the opposite of what she is. Hah. Sure hope the ship doesn't crash here (even though that doesn't seem like, uh, anti-Jim's sort of thing), because I'm fucked. "Gives up easily." Yep. ...Then again, I am loath to consider that... thing... me. HAH! I just— The crocs, pfft. That's brilliant. The black turtleneck, the— Why are her glasses so slow? Oh, shit, her hair— Her hair looks exactly like Jim's does. Did. That's... Wow.

Wow. Okay. yeah. ...That sweater looks pretty comfy. God, and— He actually looks really similar to his normal self, but the attitude... Wow. My Daisuke would never wear jeans that long. Stepping on them all the time would drive him crazy. That expression, the hands... The hair! Completely plain! Again, perfect with the personality traits. Haha. That's— Yeah. That's exactly how the opposite of him would be. All of it. Poor kid looks terrified. Someone needs to give him a hug. ...Oh, but if he's, uh, anti-Daisuke, maybe he wouldn't like hugs...?

This is terrifying. Fuck. That— Swansea shouldn't look like that. No. His hair is so— His fucking face— God, and the buttoned-up collar? The boots! He doesn't fucking wear his boots unless he absolutely has to. God. This is awful. The patches, the suspenders. I— He'd hate this. He would hate this so fucking much, oh my God. He's so bloody cheery. I don't like it. Very disturbing. Hah! Personality's pretty on-point too with those first few. God, I can't imagine a Swansea that doesn't speak his mind. And that takes safety lightly enough to let Daisuke fuck around and find out. (Not that Daisuke doesn't do it anyway. But Swans did tell him not to. Several times.) Can't agree on the good person point, though. He is a good person, at least in my book. Maybe he thinks he isn't. But he is. Just rough around the edges, you know? He's got a softness to him deep down. ...Don't tell him I said that. He'd kill me.

...

By the way, uh... I really, really like how we're drawn. As our real selves, I mean. That's... It's just right, you know? Yeah. That's us. That's my crew.