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[everythingsyouneedtoknow]

Why Choose Miss Lyn's Fitted Sheets for Unparalleled Comfort and Quality?

Fitted sheets are an essential part of any bedding setup, and choosing the right one can significantly improve your sleeping experience. At Miss Lyn, we understand the importance of comfort, durability, and a snug fit, which is why our range of fitted sheets is designed to meet the highest standards of quality.

Premium Materials for Ultimate Comfort

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Thread Count That Makes a Difference

Thread count is a critical factor in determining the quality of bed linen, and Miss Lyn offers sheets in both 200-thread count and 400-thread count options. The 200-thread count percale sheets provide a crisp and lightweight feel, perfect for those who prefer a cool sleeping surface. Meanwhile, our 400-thread count sheets deliver an ultra-soft, smooth texture for a more luxurious experience.

Designed for a Perfect Fit

A common frustration with fitted sheets is their tendency to slip off during the night. Miss Lyn's fully elasticated design ensures a snug and secure fit for mattresses up to 35 cm deep. This innovative design also accommodates thinner mattresses by tucking any excess fabric neatly underneath, creating a smooth and tailored look.

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[hotelsuppliesus]

What is an Air Jet Loom? Learn How Your Hotel Bed Sheets and Towels are Made

As a hotelier, you understand the importance of providing your guests with high-quality bed sheets and towels. Have you ever wondered how these essential linens are produced? In this blog, we will explore the fascinating world of air jet looms, and the advanced machinery responsible for weaving the fabrics DZEE Textiles offers for your hotel use. By understanding the process behind their production, you can make informed decisions when selecting the best linens for your hotels. 

Table of Contents

The Basics of Air Jet Looms An air jet loom is a weaving machine used in the textile industry to produce woven fabrics. It operates by propelling weft yarns across the warp using compressed air. Unlike shuttle or rapier looms, which rely on physical contact with the weft yarn, air jet looms achieve high weaving speeds and efficiency through air-assisted weft insertion. Key Components Of Air Jet LoomsWeft Insertion SystemReed Shedding Mechanism 

The Weaving Process Warp and Weft Yarns Shedding Weft Insertion 

Fabric Finishing Quality Control Post-weaving Processes Fabric inspection 

Selecting the Right Linens for Your Hotels Understanding Fabric Specifications Thread CountGSM (Grams per Square Meter) Fabric Composition Considering Hotel Requirements Durability Absorbency Aesthetics Conclusion 

The Basics of Air Jet Looms 

An air jet loom is a weaving machine used in the textile industry to produce woven fabrics. It operates by propelling weft yarns across the warp using compressed air. Unlike shuttle or rapier looms, which rely on physical contact with the weft yarn, air jet looms achieve high weaving speeds and efficiency through air-assisted weft insertion. 

Key Components Of Air Jet Looms

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Weft Insertion System

The weft insertion system in an air jet loom consists of a pneumatic device that propels the weft yarn across the warp shed. 

Reed 

The reed is a comb-like component that beats up the inserted weft yarn to ensure proper interlacement with the warp yarn. 

Shedding Mechanism 

The shedding mechanism controls the movement of the warp yarns to create an opening (shed) for weft insertion. 

The Weaving Process 

Warp and Weft Yarns 

Warp yarns are the longitudinal yarns that run parallel to the selvage of the fabric, while weft yarns are the transverse yarns interlaced with the warp yarns. High-quality bed sheets and towels require carefully selected warp and weft yarns that possess desirable properties such as strength, softness, and absorbency. 

Shedding 

Shedding is the process of raising and lowering selected warp yarns to create an opening for the weft yarn to pass through during weft insertion. There are various shedding techniques used in air jet looms, including dobby shedding, which involves using a series of hooks and pegs to control the warp yarn movement, and Jacquard shedding, which utilizes a Jacquard mechanism to control each warp yarn individually. 

Weft Insertion 

During weft insertion, the shedding mechanism propels the weft yarn through the shed. In air jet looms, compressed air is used to propel the weft yarn across the warp. The air jet accelerates the weft yarn and is guided by various components, such as nozzles and reed, to achieve precise placement and interlacement with the warp yarn. 

Fabric Finishing 

Quality Control 

Stringent quality control measures are implemented throughout fabric production to ensure the linens meet the desired standards. Fabric density, color fastness, strength, and other parameters are carefully examined to maintain consistent quality. 

Post-weaving Processes 

After weaving, the fabric undergoes various post-weaving processes to enhance its appearance and characteristics. These processes may include bleaching to remove impurities, dyeing to add color, and printing to create patterns or designs on the fabric. 

Fabric inspection 

Fabric inspection is a crucial step to identify and rectify any defects or inconsistencies in the material before making bed sheets and towels. Trained inspectors examine the material for flaws, such as yarn irregularities, weaving faults, or printing errors, ensuring that only the highest quality fabric is used in the production of linens. 

Selecting the Right Linens for Your Hotels 

Understanding Fabric Specifications 

Thread Count

Thread count refers to the number of warp and weft yarns per square inch of fabric. Higher thread counts often indicate softer and more durable linens, but other factors, such as yarn quality and finishing processes, influence the overall quality. 

GSM (Grams per Square Meter) 

GSM measures the weight of the fabric per square meter. Higher GSM fabrics tend to be thicker, more absorbent, and offer a luxurious feel. 

Fabric Composition 

The choice of fabric composition, such as cotton, polyester, or a blend, affects the linens’ characteristics, including breathability, softness, and durability.

Considering Hotel Requirements 

Durability 

Hotel linens are subjected to frequent washing and heavy use. DZEE Textiles hotel bed sheets and towels are designed to withstand institutional laundering. With seven double-needle stitches per inch and ring-spun weaving, they offer exceptional durability and tear resistance. 

Absorbency 

Towels, in particular, should have high absorbency to provide a pleasant drying experience. Each DZEE Textiles hotel towel is manufactured using high-speed air-jet weaving technology with the finest ring-spun yarns, which makes them highly absorbent and comfortable for your guests.

Aesthetics 

The appearance of bed sheets and towels contributes to the overall impression of your hotel. Consider the color, pattern, and design options that match your branding and create a visually appealing ambiance. 

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Understanding the intricate process of air jet loom weaving and the factors involved in fabric finishing empowers the decision makers of a hotel to make informed decisions when selecting bed sheets and towels for their hotels. By considering fabric specifications and hotel requirements, you can choose linens that meet the highest quality standards and align with your hotel’s branding. Investing in the right linens will enhance the guest experience, leaving a lasting impression of comfort and luxury on your guests. 

If you want to learn more about Air Jet Loom and its comparison with other types of looms then visit our blog: https://blog.dzeeusa.com/air-jet-looms-comparison/

[dkettchen]

I finally finished a useable shirt block pattern!! 😩🙏✨😍✂🧵👔👕

which is not exciting because I can have dress shirts that fit the way I want now (basic, boring, for normal people who aren't megalomaniacs) but because this is the men's equivalent of a bodice block, which means I can have ANY TOP I WANT now!! 😤💪 TAKE THAT MEN'S FASHION!! *evil laughter*

[mayakern]

is there any chance that you will make your skirts in a more durable fabric than polyester? i bought one many years ago and it became pilly and uncomfortable pretty quickly. i would be willing to pay more for a skirt that i know would last a lifetime, or at least 5-10 years. cotton or rayon both have longer lifespans.

i’m sorry you had that experience! i know many of our customers have skirts from us that have lasted them quite a few years. unfortunately, if you got a skirt many years ago, then that was actually from our old manufacturer, which had some quality and consistency issues that started out small and irregular and then snowballed into the reason why we changed factories. our new factory is much more consistent and delivers higher quality sewing using higher quality materials than our previous factory did.

we only started producing thru them in 2022, so i don’t have 10 years worth of history with them to report on, but i do have multiple garments from them that i wear consistently that have worn very well.

also, as for the longevity of a garment—polyester actually lasts considerably longer than cotton or rayon. the reason shein clothing falls apart quickly (or in this case, the reason the specific skirt you got from us pilled so fast 🥲) isn’t because it’s made of polyester, it’s because that specific polyester fabric had low structural integrity, likely due to having lower thread count, meaning there is more space between the individual threads for them to get snagged on things out in the world or in the wash (and older washing machines are particularly bad for this, as agitators cause a lot of friction that destroys clothing).

our new skirts use a much higher threadcount polyester that is not likely to suffer the same fate as that other skirt. similarly, when you go thrifting, you’ll see that a lot of polyester garments from the 80s have survived and done quite well because a good quality poly can basically last forever, but a lot of places these days use the cheapest possible fabric regardless of what type of fabric they’re using which is why clothing falls apart so fast now.

OK but onto the cotton/rayon/etc question for our printed skirts—i actually have an update on this past what is in our FAQ. i would really like to be able to make some printed cotton or viscose skirts and we are trying to work out a way to make this feasible, but there are two main problems: one, the fabric would have to be roll printed, which means either only printing repeating patterns (so no hem design patterns, which are our most popular ones) or switching to rectangle skirts instead of circle skirts (which still may not solve the hem design problem but is a thing we’re looking into; this would also mean the skirts would look different and wouldn’t spin well, but they would still be cute) and two, pricing.

the first issue is really just about problem solving and customer education for us. the second issue is, up to this point, we have had a lot of difficulty trying to sell printed designs on natural fibers because it is unfortunately out of most of our customers’ budgets. because our clothing is made with certified ethical labor, our garments will always cost more than most others, even when we are using polyester instead of natural fibers. and so far we’ve been able to survive that, if only narrowly, because we have wonderful people who love our clothing and can afford the occasional $60 skirt. i don’t know if that will still be true for something more expensive and that’s really scary.

[heartepub]

tread softly

genre/warnings/wc. tooth-rotting fluff, idol!sc, gn!reader. established relationship, pet name (baby), kissing, it's implied once that they are sexually active. unbeta’d, might proofread when it’s not 3am. optional listening: be - acoustic. 0.6k. note. for @nerdycheol, in response to seungcheol + aedh wishes for the cloths of heaven, by w.b. yeats. part of my 100 followers event!

It’s a quiet night. Rare, nowadays, and all the more precious for it. Seungcheol has showered off the last bits of persistent product in his hair and the smell of the airport. Now, finally, he’s one with the bed and in your arms.

No premium threadcount from any hotel could compare to the bliss of being home. With his home.

The comforter rustles as you snuggle yourself closer, throwing a leg around him for good measure. Without thinking, his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You’re running your hands through his hair, the pads of your fingers gentle as they card through the strands. He faintly registers your chin grazing his scalp. His nose nudges the soft, fleshy space between your collarbones.

“While you were away, I dreamt of the stars.” Your murmur breaks the silence.

“You did? Was it a good dream?”

You hum thoughtfully. “Mm. Yes. Your outfit reminded me of the night sky. Couldn’t even tell you were nervous.”

He thinks back to that day—the innumerable camera flashes, the creative work as early as from the hotel room itself. Faces of celebrities and stars he never thought he’d see in person, all dolled up and decked out in their finest efforts to match the theme of the gala. The persona he channeled, and the number of times he said variations of This is Hugo Boss! to every Who are you wearing?.

“Your hair too, it reminds me of the stars,” you whisper, still playing with his hair. Seungcheol, despite himself, grins against your skin.

“Most people just say grey.” Trust that you’d find the poetic even in something that, admittedly, felt a bit understated—if not boring—to him at first.

“Shh, let me compliment you.” Your voice is only half-stern as you tug at his hair in reprimand. He just chuckles happily, enjoying the familiar feeling of you pulling at it.

“Careful, baby.” Both of you know it’s not a night for that kind of fun—you’re both too exhausted—but Seungcheol nips your throat teasingly nonetheless.

“Anyway,” you continue pointedly, though your voice has gone a touch breathier, “you’ve already read through me spamming your phone, but I don’t care. You should hear how proud of you I am. How happy everyone is that you’re shining not just as the leader of your group, but as yourself.” He’s thankful for the darkness of the room hiding the way his earn burn at the sincerity in your voice as you continue with your barrage of praise. Stubbornly, he nuzzles against your neck, avoiding your coaxing to meet your eyes.

“Cheol, darling, let me see you please,” you coo, voice dripping with affection, and oh, it feels like the most blissful kind of drowning. He doesn’t stand a chance.

He looks up, and your hands shift from playing with his hair to squishing his cheeks together. From here, the city lights streaming through the window is just enough to bathe your face in a soft glow. The soft wonder in your eyes overwhelms him, and he can’t help but twist his neck just that little bit further, capturing your lips in a kiss. 

Seungcheol relishes in the familiar way you melt against him. Even the way you smile against his lips feels like a miracle.

It’s hard to believe he has this, sometimes. Years of steadfast devotion. Being, inexplicably, blessed with a partner who has been so patient and supportive throughout the pains of being an idol—including and especially the days he was deeply afraid that things would not work out. Having love embrace him in all its beautiful, graceful warmth, even as he was cursed to be unable to proclaim it for everyone to hear.

Overwhelmed again, he returns to hiding into the crook of your neck, staying there even as he feels your chest vibrate with a soft laugh.

“You’re so good to me.” He whispers it into your skin. 

In response, your lips press against the top of his head.

“And I’ll be even better tomorrow. Like you always are to me.”

note. in this universe sc comes home after the holiday fanmeet in japan, locked and loaded with his gakuran's second button as a present. boss seungcheol greys is very much yeats’ "night and light and half light" thank you for coming to my ted talk. stream hozier

[rahuratna]

Suited up

More fatherly goodness from the gentleman sorcerer, Nanami Kento. This time, featuring Ino!

Ino was excited. Not in the usual sense, when he had a mission with Nanami lined up. Today was different. Today would be the day he nailed that sweet, sweet grade one sorcerer recommendation from his mentor, the sorcerer he admired the most.

Ino had been watching, you see. He couldn't do without his own signature ski mask, as that was completely necessary for the functioning of his unique cursed technique. There were other things he had taken note of, however, that might be worth a change.

For starters, the suit. No matter where the mission, whether in the sparkling heart of Tokyo or in the depths of the most squalid sewer, Nanami would always appear in his impeccable and tasteful suit. Tailored to perfection, sitting perfectly at the wrist and ankles, comfort and flexibility reserved at no expense to the clean, fitted outline on the powerful frame they enclosed, Nanami's suits were a thing of beauty.

Then, the handkerchief. Nanami never went without. There was always a clean square of linen, folded in a perfect square, in one of his pockets. Nanami had used his handkerchief to help Ino mop blood off his face once, and, although the cloth had been ruined, Ino knew that the threadcount on that little square made it more valuable than the entirety of his baggy shirt and trousers.

Of course, there were the shoes. Nanami's sturdy leather brogues, hand sewn and always polished to high shine, saw a lot of wear. Of course they would, considering the speed and power of the sorcerer who wore them. But no matter how soiled and worn they were by the end of the mission, the care invested in their restoration was evident. Nanami would show up the next day with his shoes back in such good condition you could see your reflection in them.

Then, there was the way he wore his tie, the way he combed his hair, the coveted wristwatch. But there would be time enough to speculate on those things later. For now, Ino would be satisfied to see Nanami's reaction to his own get up.

The mission was straightforward. They had been assigned to clear out an old warehouse on the docks near the harbour. A curse infestation had been reported in the area, probably triggered by the recent wage protests the dock workers had engaged in due to cutbacks. Of course, Ino's affinity for crowd control would come in handy, and so, he had been dispatched with Nanami as a two-man team.

As he stood on the sidewalk not far from his apartment, Ino shifted from one foot to the other, still growing accustomed to the outfit he had on. As a grade two sorcerer, he earned a fair salary. He'd saved up for a month or two to splurge out on these clothes.

He had invested in a good tailor and had a dark grey suit made to fit. He wore a black polo shirt beneath and the best leather belt he could find. His socks were polyester, but comfortable enough and wouldn't slip or bunch inside his new black leather shoes. Ino had neatly combed and parted his hair, using a high hold pomade that gave a shine he wasn't sure he liked. It would prevent his hair from going haywire when he had to use his ski mask, though. And he had a handkerchief, of course. Bought cheaply in a pack of five because he'd been in a rush, but who would be looking that closely, anyway?

A dark sedan pulled up to the kerb where he waited and Ino felt a clench of nervous anticipation in his stomach. Would Nanami approve of his new look? Had he gone overboard? Did he look like some kind of copycat freakshow now? Steeling himself, Ino opened the rear door and slid inside, sending a tense greeting to the experienced sorcerer who sat beside him.

Nanami greeted him back and then stopped short. Sweating slightly, Ino kept his gaze straight ahead as Nanami's eyes travelled from his perfectly combed hair down to his new shoes. Ino coughed slightly and fidgeted with his belt.

"So ... any ideas on how we should tackle the warehouse?"

Nanami regarded him in silence for a moment, before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and tapping his fingers on his knee, as he sometimes did when he was thinking deeply about something.

"We'll approach as we usually do. I'll go in and guage the strength of the spirits before making a tactical retreat. We perform a second sweep, with you flanking me. Then we use your targeted attacks to hone in on any remaining curses that may be concealing themselves."

"Got it."

There was a short spell of silence.

"That's a fine suit you have on."

"You think so?"

Ino released a breath he had been holding, elation swelling in his chest.

"It is." Nanami paused. "Having said that, there are a few pointers I'd like to give you, as you've chosen to dress in this manner today."

"You will?"

Ino could barely contain his excitement now. Nanami nodded and folded his arms.

"Yes. For starters, have you worn those shoes before today?"

"Uh, no. Didn't want them to ... you know. Get all dusty and stuff before the mission."

"Place your feet against the seat in front of you right now and bend your toes."

"Huh?"

"Like this."

Nanami demonstrated, and Ino followed suit, slower due to his confusion.

"Leather always needs to be broken in. I've been wearing these shoes for close to a year now. And I alternate between pairs, so that I minimize wear and tear and allow the leather to rest, especially if I've been out in wet weather. If you go in as you are, the new leather will not have had time to take on the shape of your feet. You'll be in some discomfort a few hours in."

"For real?"

Balancing in his seat, the younger sorcerer hurriedly began to rock his feet back and forth against the seat in front of him, wondering how he couldn't have noticed how stiff the leather was. He could thank his lucky stars that Nanami had forewarned him.

"There's more, Ino."

"There is?"

"That pomade you have on your hair ... it's going to form stiff peaks as you perspire inside the ski mask. Next time, opt for a softer styling wax."

"Ohhh, damn. I didn't know that."

Nanami now reached across and ran his fingers along the hem of Ino's jacket, then grabbed one of his sleeves and tugged.

"Oh dang, what is it?"

"I'd also advise you to lose the jacket when you go into combat. I ask my tailor to perform a specific type of stitching that allows for more freedom of movement. You're going to need to remove the jacket if you want to move freely and effectively."

Ino's bubble of excitement was rapidly deflating. He'd wanted so badly to impress Nanami today, but all he'd succeeded in doing was showing off his inexperience and making himself look like some kind of desperate wannabe. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, giving Nanami his signature bright smile and thumbs up. He hoped that he had somehow concealed how embarrassed he was feeling.

"Thanks Nanami. I promise I won't let you down today!"

By the end of the day, Ino was feeling a lot less chipper. Scratch that, he was feeling downright miserable.

The mission had started off promisingly. They'd found the warehouse infested with cursed spirits, some of them rather powerful. After drawing the bulk of the spirits out into the open, Nanami had retreated as planned, so that Ino could use his Reiki to shield himself from attacks and move swiftly between the raging curses.

This was where Ino's problems had started.

Due to the huge amount of cursed energy he burned through, and the highly physical nature of his technique, Ino perspired a lot in combat. His baggy clothing normally allowed ample air circulation around his body, letting him cool down faster, but the polo shirt and the thicker material of his new trousers did no such thing. 

As sweat poured down to sting his eyes, Ino was hyper aware of how the soaking material clung uncomfortably to his chest and back, how his legs felt like they were encased in a damp, restricting vice.

The leather shoes had started out comfortable enough thanks to the stretching Nanami had had him perform, but even they lost elasticity over time. Sore red ridges had been rubbed into his ankles and the area around his toes felt as if it had been chafed raw.

To add insult to injury, a vat of putrid fluid, that had been lying stagnant for God knew how long, had been upended all over Ino by one of the cursed spirits, ruining any chance he'd had of salvaging some dignity and completely ruining his outfit. Somehow, Nanami had dodged the spray of fluid and darted towards the offending spirit, ending it with a deadly, but elegant stroke of his blade. 

Ino had given it his all, of course. He'd fought with every ounce of determination he possessed, and they'd eventually decimated the spirits that infested the warehouse. At great cost to his body and dignity, of course. His muscles were screaming because of the unnatural strain he'd put them through, and his shoulder throbbed where a spirit had grabbed him and damn near dislocated it.

By the time they left the warehouse, Nanami was striding along at his usual pace, suit spotless, collar open, cufflinks gleaming, hair stylishly dishevelled, while something that looked like a veritable swamp monster hobbled along at his side, emitting feeble groans now and then.

"Ino."

"Y - Yeah?"

"Take off those shoes now."

"But - "

"Do as I say."

The shoes came off with a very distinct and soggy noise. Undaunted, Nanami reached for them and scooped them up so that they hung from the fingers of one hand. He then went down on one knee, facing away from Ino.

"Get on."

" ... what?"

"Climb on. Your can't make it all the way to the car in this condition."

"But - but I'm filthy, Nanami! I'll get this smelly shit all over your clothes!"

"Don't worry about that. The dry cleaners I frequent are excellent and ... accustomed to my requests by now."

With a great deal of reluctance, the young sorcerer climbed onto his senior's back, head flopping forward in sudden exhaustion when Nanami lifted him in piggy-back fashion. They made their way back to where the car awaited them.

"Nanami?"

"Yes?"

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"How do you manage to look like ... you know. Like you can do anything you put your mind to. And why in a suit, of all things?"

The strong shoulders beneath Ino's chin jerked in a small huff of amusement.

"I'm not sure what you mean, but I suppose experience is the best teacher. I've been on my fair share of missions. I know what to expect and plan accordingly. As to why I wear a suit, well ... "

His voice trailed off, but Ino remained silent, aware that if he stayed like this he might probably hear something that would give him greater insight into the man he admired above all others.

"Hmm. I suppose, it was something I learned when I worked as a salaryman. In society, the clothes you wear define who you are. They speak to others of your personality, your preferences, the way you want to be perceived and your standing in a certain social setting. I chose my clothes so that I would blend in. I wanted ... an ordinary life. A life that would let me pursue ordinary goals and let me retire in comfort."

"But you came back. Back to being a sorcerer, I mean."

"It wasn't that I missed this life. It wasn't that I wanted to be a sorcerer either. But my talent for working efficiently, and working hard, was best put to good use in a manner where I could help others."

"But you still kept the suit?"

"Indeed. The suit reminds me of who I am, at heart. I've never wanted more than a regular life. I never will want more. If I have to exorcise spirits looking like I used to as a salaryman, then so be it. Let the spirits experience my effort, my work ethic, my real and very ordinary self."

There was a long silence, broken only by the sound of Nanami's footsteps on the damp paving stones that led to the car park. Ino gave a weak chuckle.

"Ordinary? You know, I think I can get behind that."

"You can?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty much a regular guy too. But you know, Nanami ... "

The younger man's voice trailed off, and for a moment, Nanami thought he had drifted off into an exhausted sleep. Then Ino spoke again.

"I don't think you give yourself enough credit. There's a reason I wanna be like you, more than other sorcerers. If being a run-of-the-mill guy means always choosing to put other people first, if it means choosing to do what you feel is right, and if it means ... that when you're gone, someday in the future, people will always remember the things you taught them and miss you like hell, then you wouldn't call yourself that ordinary, would you?"

Nanami was quiet for a long time after that.

Ino had never felt greater relief than when he was able to shower at Jujutsu Tech later that night, sling on a clean tracksuit and receive some treatment from Ieiri for his bruised and twisted shoulder. Feeling far more human, he made his way down to the foyer, wondering what he could have for a late-night snack.

To his surprise, Nanami was waiting for him.

"You're still here? I thought you'd have left already."

Namami held up a small bag.

"You left your jacket behind in the car."

"Ah." Ino scratched the back of his head. "Thanks. But I don't think I'll be wearing that again."

"Understandable. But, if you like, I can take you to my tailor to make some ... additions to your regular work clothes. You can still look your best, even while comfortable, you know."

Ino brightened considerably at this.

"Oh? I never thought of that."

"And I suppose you're hungry after the mission. We can go and get fried chicken and beer."

Whooping slightly, the younger sorcerer loped happily out the front doors, before stopping and glancing back at Nanami sheepishly.

"Uh, I'm kinda broke right now after splashing out on that suit ... "

"I'm paying."

"Now we're talking!"

[stealingyourbones]

Oh shit you’re right. Danny would be perfect too. He could go back in time fully invisible so he would have no way of outside influence on the culture and peoples, and could film anything he was instructed to do, wether it be rituals, dining practices, anything.

Not even really a crossover but it could be

Danny gets outed/reveals/something and everybody knows he's Phantom. There are science organizations that are absolutely *frothing* at the mouth to hire him.

He gets hired to modify and then deploy hurricane and tornado reading equipment because he's able to fly into the center unharmed. There is much less margin or error because he's always able to get the equipment deployed if the weather is still happening.

Maybe it's a side job while he's in school for his BA or something

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[avocado-writing]

If you’re still open for prompts, can we get Tav to bring Astarion for shopping, claiming she has no fashion sense, but in truth it’s to make him buy something for himself?

I don’t know if you’ve seen the free cam screenshots, but the inside of Astarion’s test is bleak and messy, and in the lower city camp he’s hanging filthy rags to dry above his tent, like he’s so used to only focusing on his outerwear that he forgot he can actually get himself some nice towels and bedding for personal use.

notes: what a sweet request! i get so many lovely requests for astarion and it's what he deserves tbh.

words: <1k

rating: T

“I’m not sure why you need me to come with you. Apart from because you’re in need of my stellar company, of course,” Astarion sniffs.

“Well, you have the best taste in camp, and I trust you with this sort of thing. Besides, what were you really planning on doing today apart from irritating Gale?”

Astarion makes a show of putting in a bookmark and slamming his novel closed, looking up properly at where you’ve wandered over to him. He pretends to be a bit irked, but he wasn’t really paying attention to the words in front of him anyway - he was too busy sneaking glances up at you as you helped out around the camp. It’s something he’s been doing a lot recently. His eyes are drawn to you. He is drawn to you. Magnetised. 

But that is far too raw-hearted and personal for you to know, so he’s desperately trying to hide his weakness for you beneath a layer of palette-knifed-on apathy. He suspects it isn’t working.

“Come on,” you continue, your pleading too sweet to be ignored, “it won’t take long. I just need to get a couple of bits for my tent, you know, to spruce it up. Please?”

Astarion groans. Secretly, he doesn’t mind. He’d quite enjoy it, actually. But if you know that then you suddenly have power over him, and the idea of letting someone have power over him again, even if it’s you, scares the unlife out of him.

Still, though. When your eyes are buttery-soft and there’s that furrow in your brow which comes with your sincere confusion, he feels his walls being shattered.

“Fine,” he groans, dramatically, “I suppose you do need some help picking out nice things. Let’s head off, then.”

He tries to ignore the way that his heart does a silly little leap when you light up at the idea.

And so, Astarion lets you drag him into Baldur’s Gate. He is once again overwhelmed with how much he missed the city - not during the times with Cazador, of course, but back in his youth, when he was able to stroll about and shop like this under his own free will. When he had a magistrate’s salary and a healthy portion of it could go on things like this, frivolous and fine things. Maybe he is a little bitter at first as you take him store-to-store, but he soon finds himself relaxing into the joy of a spree; when your hand tangles with his he lets you lead him around, quietly revelling in your delight as you leaf through linens and silks.

Your day together becomes a chorus of, “this one or this one?” holding up bedsheets for him to help you decide between, letting him make a lengthy decision as he tests threadcounts against his alabaster fingers. He helps you pick blankets, new soft towels for when you’re able to bathe (a luxury at the moment, but still…) some sweet-scented candles and incense for your tent to cover the smell of dirt caked into you all. 

He suggests lavender. It’s his favourite.

At the end of the day he watches you count out gold onto the final merchant’s counter before taking a heavy woven tote full of your purchases. It feels like a satisfying venture has been had, but he still feels a bit hollow - after all, your hands are full, and his are achingly empty. 

You stop when you clear the doorway back onto the street, and hold the bags to him.

“What? I’m not carrying your things for you. I’m not Karlach!” he says, appalled. You roll your eyes at him.

“I’m not making you my pack mule, Astarion. I doubt you could be - ” he’s about to interject and bite back at that little jab, but you barrel on regardless, “ - they’re a gift. This is all for you.”

He freezes. Blinks. Eyes drop down to the shopping as if it’s a Mimic, waiting for him to let his guard down so that it can eat his arm.

“All for me?”

You nod, and when he doesn’t move to take the handles, you gently open up his fingers like the petals of a flower and deposit them into his palm instead. 

He feels the weight of the new things. Of his new things. He doesn’t know how to respond. His brain feels blank.

“I have money, you know,” he says, partly defending himself against your kindness, and partly against the idea that you might think he’s in need of charity. You sigh and cross your arms, a sure sign of not taking any of his nonsense right now.

“I know, and I am perfectly capable of giving you a gift because I think you deserve one. There is no trick here, Astarion. I just thought you should have a couple of new bits because you barely buy them for yourself. You’re allowed to have nice things, you know.”

Ah. That hurts him a bit, not because you’re being unkind, but because maybe you’re being truthful. His hands became used to a needle and thread by candlelight, to tiny neat stitches done with such precision it was difficult to notice that anything he mended was ever damaged at all. But he does not live that life any more. He can open himself to the possibility of being pampered again.

He likes that idea.

He retracts his arms, clutching the shopping to his body, as if he’s afraid that you’ll change your mind. You smile at him so brightly that he feels as if you are the sun.

“...Thank you,” he manages, eventually.

“Any time,” you say, and he knows you mean that.

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[punksarin]

This design was created to memorialise those who suffered as a result of The Witchcraft Act 1563 to 1736 in Scotland. This tartan will be woven to make products to help create a ‘living memorial’. The black & grey colours are intended to represent both the dark times of this period and ashes of those burned. It also incorporates red & pink colours, symbolic of the legal tapes used to bind papers both during that time and now. The threadcount of this design incorporates the years 1563 and 1736, represented as single entries, 1+5+6+3 = 15 and 1+7+3+6 = 17. These are shown in black and grey surrounding a white check of 3 threads, these threads represent the core objectives of the organisation, which are to ensure a pardon, an apology and memorials are achieved. The large black section of 173 threads is intended to represents the 173 years of darkness and red & pink sections are repeated 3 times, for the 3 prime objectives of the Witches of Scotland organisation

[antimoany]

a commemoration of something i knew would happen one day; but never had i expected it to happen like this.

a human.

i can't make sense of my own feelings, but it doesn't matter: i'm not going to question something that makes me happy.

this was an experience to draw. it took a lot of work.

this is the first time i've ever created art featuring a recognisably human face. i also rarely do backgrounds or clothing. this whole piece was an experiment in new things.

the tartan is based on vaughan, a (technically invalid due to threadcount) powys design. i omitted the fine black threads for the sake of my own sanity.

fun fact: "vaughan" is an anglicisation of bychan, meaning tiny. particularly tall people in wales are often described as y fychan, and v is absolutely tall enough to qualify for that level of irony.

[critter-genfic-events]

This week, we have eight fics that focus on Orym of the Air Ashari. We have hurt, we have comfort, and quite a number of very meaningful conversations to be had - Poor Orym does have his hands full! So check them out under the cut, and as always - comment and kudos if you like them!

I'm a sick kind of lover and I'm cruel to myself by teeslover (3898,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Orym has never been able to feel pain. Consequences of that in early campaign

Reccer says: I liked it

It Doesn't Always Have to Hurt by Samuraiko (451,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Orym/Ashton

Pain is a constant for them both. They both know it, they both draw strength from it, they're both used to it. But that doesn't mean they have to like it... and even if they can't heal their own, maybe they can ease each other's.

Reccer says: I liked it

Intrusive Thoughts by teeslover (2519,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Bor'Dor Dog'Son & Orym

Confronted by a once-ally in a dream, Orym talks through some things.

Reccer says: I love this confrontation and this take, and the amount of questioning it allows Orym to have. Plus a great Fearne and Orym moment!

When I Fall, I Fall by awaytobeunshaken (1438,Teen) Warnings: Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Orym

Orym is tired of watching the people he cares for die. Watching them almost die isn't much better. Watching Ashton do it on purpose, well, he's not really sure how to express how that made him feel.

Reccer says: A much needed argument between Orym and Ashton, I've decided to assume this is canon

Hearth by bookjoyworm (1777,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne & Orym

Fearne took the shard, but that doesn't mean she's no longer worried about it. Orym's worried too, but not for quite the same reasons. They take advantage of a safe night's rest to talk.

Reccer says: I love these two together, and the acknowledgement of the history they have and how that helps soothe Fearne's fears

Care by justabrain (555,General) Warnings: Contains a panic attack (also Ashton-typical swearing) Pairings: Orym & Ashton

They’re on the moon, and Ashton is, quietly, having a fucking panic attack. | Orym helps Ashton through a panic attack.

Reccer says: I just think they should have a second to process and talk, and this fic lets them do that!

What Grows From The Heart Is All The Stronger by Angel Ascending (angel_in_ink) (1340,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne Calloway & Orym

All seeds need good soil in which to grow. Orym, after the deal with Nana Morri

Reccer says: It's incredibly atmospheric - I love this take on Orym and his fey powers

An undefined ache by Threadcounting (1522,Teen) Warnings: Angst, hurt no comfort Pairings: Fearne Calloway & Orym

After Vasselheim, Orym

Reccer says: SUCH a concept. I love it and it's horrifying and it works so well with canon. OMG.

This is one of our weekly communally-generated gen rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. Please note that the summary and content notes are provided by the reccer, and may be different than what the author has provided. Please assume good intentions all around. <3

And hey, anyone includes you!

We'll be back on the fifteenth with horror fics, then October 1st will have fics focusing on Taryon Darrington, followed by Alternate Meetings!

Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit! If you're looking for some more, check out some fics written in the critter genfic bingo tag, or the older rec lists! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!

[hypnogogyc]

hi i was wondering if you had any terminal velocity hcs (also I **love** your art, the way you colour is just [unintelligible noise] /vpos)

Blam triple threat TY FOR THE KIND COMPLIMENT!!! I really love the coloring part the best so im so glad you took to that alot!!

I have a couple scattered around my terminal velocity tag. Here’s some more!

- Oliver doesn’t sleep sometimes (his sleeping schedule is less a schedule and more some online wheel spinner) and likes to lay his hand on Mike’’s chest as he falls asleep so Oliver can watch and feel his pulse get ever slower and slower and he revels in both the undeniable pulse and the thin line he equates sleep to.

- Mike likes to travel. In fact he will actually go ballistic if in one place too long. Sometimes he says he just doesn’t know how to sit still. Oliver is content to follow 5am travel whims. Mike senses coming storms and chases them. His nighttime melts to his patron too, and when a storm approaches, the rumbles enter the background of his dreams. His eyes snap open in the middle of the night and shakes Oliver awake, who nods as they both dress quickly and pack for a drive.

- Mike fucking loves his car. Its kind of embarrassing how much money has gone into the old vintage machine but it’s a nice clean design minus the rainbow led lights under the rims. He didnt name the car but he commonly calls it “her” and “my baby”

- Oliver is veeerrrry very patient which leads to Mike naturally losing alot of their bits that dont end and become about endurance. Mike has switchups between instant gratification and the ability to pursue one thing uninterrupted.

- Mike has poor circulation which is a shame since Oliver is very much not making body heat. They sleep with several blankets and sometimes a heating pad.

- Oliver is on friendly terms with Simon, who knows Oliver as “my basically-kid’s VERY polite and vast aligned boyfriend” and Oliver picks up some painting from him, much to Mike’s chagrin.

- Mikes favorite music genres are rock, house, and sappy songs. Oliver likes psychedelic, edm, and anything that sounds like a halloween song.

- Mike likes any competitive or open-world game and dislikes games that time cap you daily in progression or get too grind-y. Oliver likes all things horror (he can still spook easy) and dislikes games that have over complicated lore and bad lighting

- Mike got a place with a balcony for easy smoke access, which ends up also being where he leaves and comes back often. He only ever caught Oliver there a handful of times smoking, was scandalized to know Oliver had smoked when he was younger. Then realized his lungs don’t work anymore so free immunity. His Balcony was different in all the places he stayed. Sometimes a backyard. Sometimes a front yard. Often a car. Having someone else there was one of the large invisible steps into intimacy he’d have to wrestle with.

- Oliver is an avid spender of Fairchild money. He was incredibly reluctant to at first but eventually the silks and threadcounts got to him

[flock-of-cassowaries]

So back in July 2023, I started writing an excessively-ambitious Succession fanfic where the main character is Roman Roy (former faux-FOX News CEO and man publicly known to have swung a recent election a fascist candidate), and my inciting incident was him waking up in an ICU after getting hit by a sniper’s bullet that very narrowly missed his nazi-adjacent-self-hating-queer spine.

In my story, the shooting happened on a sidewalk in Manhattan.

And I remember thinking “But will anyone actually believe this? Like… when was the last time that someone attempted to assassinate a public figure in the US?”

I was concerned readers might find the whole premise distractingly implausible.

(My toxic trait may be that take my fanfiction writing waaaay to seriously. Anyway.)

Eighteen months later, it is safe to say that I no longer have this concern.

I have many new (non-fanfiction) concerns, but - to paraphrase Jay-Z - the plausibility of “someone attempting to assassinate a CEO / fascist political figure” ain’t one.

(My plot has a higher threadcount than those sheets Kendall messed himself on, so who knows when I will finish it; but at least I know that my starting premise is solid.)

[sewardburroughs]

i need to be an heiress or celebrity wife or nepo baby so bad. i need to be a socialite. I need to be that bitch that namedrops christopher lasch in every conversation. i need to have egyptian sheets in the softest threadcount and an apartment that isn’t the size of a one room schoolhouse. i need to wear black slip dresses and acquire a taste for gin martinis. WHO IS GOING TO PAY FOR MY GLAMOROUS LIFE!

[cpunkwitch]

the bracelets! i will try to list them in order from the photos but i apolagize for the lack of proper ids!

it also turns out i have individual images of some of the bracelets after all!

the left image holds: from the top of my wrist to the bottom, what i believe is a variant of genderfluid, rainbow, pastel rainbow, trixic, toric, trans, genderfluid, lesbian and pastel nonbinary.

the right image holds: from the top of my wrist to the bottom, genderqueer, sapphic, polysexual, bisexual, pansexual and acchilian

the two gender fluid bracelets

the two rainbows

nonbinary, trans and genderqueer

lesbian and trixic

i will admit these are a bit outdated, the flags with three colours have been doubled in thread count for two threads per colour so they arent so thin. and i have started using some more saturated colours especialy for nonbinary.

i believe the variant of the genderfluid flag with the light blue was actually supposed to be omnisexual which i have made.

and the bracelets have very little weight to them so if you want more weight im more than happy to add to the threadcount to give it a little more weight and thickness.

i will update again after i've made more or found the rest of my stock (which is hiding with my moms) and provide better picktures.

i hope this helps!

@jackspiral

[jadeyarts]

novelmore oc ideas (all women due to the narrative lack of them)

Tegan Threadcount, a talented tailor who is often commissioned to fashion clothes for the royal family

Princess Oladya, daughter of King Blini who may or may not be in talks to marry Prince Arwynn for political reasons (he's not into it)

Shan Smith, daughter of a local blacksmith who INSISTS on getting involved with whatever the hell Novelforce got going on

a novelmore version of Lettie (literally no changes required)