#calico stash

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SUMTUMNGENDER

1) a gender where one's gender is the transitioning period between summer and autumn 2) a gender where one's gender is both summergender and autumngender at the same time.

coined by me!

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any and all octonauts headcannons, go

sorry for taking a while to respond 😭

🐧Peso had a nervous habit of plucking his feathers, its gotten alot better than it used to be but it still happens occasionally

🐕Dashi enjoys listening to alot of different kinds of music, but she especially likes indie rock like mitski and some kinds of alternative pop too. She also likes to listen to those "pov your boyfriend crashed the car" ASMR videos to go to sleep unironically

🐇Tweak really hates the US government.

Speaking of tweak, in my au Marsh's family actually actively helped alot of cuban refugees who made it to Florida. It left a very big impact on him through all his years and it carried on over to tweak.

Also continuing with ranger marsh in my au, he actually dodged the draft for the Vietnam War in the 70s because he literally (well he didn't have the nerve to do it so he asked his wife to) shot himself in the foot so he wouldn't be required to go 💀. He did consider like. Running off into the wilderness to dodge the draft for a while 💀🙏 he was a very young adult back then and was trying his best ok

🦦Shellington has licked non living and living things "for science". Peso does NOT approve.

🐻‍❄️the capn has a snack stash in his room that he keeps secret. They're literally traditional treats and foods from his mom and he's a major comfort midnight snacker

🥕Tunip and the vegimals are kids in my au, but as tunip specifically gets older he realizes how much all the adults in his lives are kinda internal disasters 💀🙏 he feels like he's the only one with a braincell sometimes 😭

🐻‍❄️The capn has essentially a cooling vest and cooling bands (for his upper arms and legs) he wears in the day. The help to regulate his temperature since (despite cutting and thinning his fur) he still overheats with his natural blubber. He has a few sets that he literally deep freezes every night and swaps out. One set can last for around a week and the vests do have an emergency electrical cooling system. Peso has the same thing but just the vest.

🐙professor inkling once met calico jack decades ago...

🐧peso is an auditorial stimmer. Stuff the the xylophone, clicking his beak, and different little noises he makes are thr main way he stims.

🦦shellington once tried to make "ultra coffee" by mixing coffee with energy drinks and them "added chemical compounds to reduce the risk of heart failure" to make the "best energizing drink without any of the drawbacks so he could finish his 4 different projects by the end of the week!!!" In college. Anyways you'll never guess who ended up in the ER

🐧Whenever peso gets really anxious he feels nauseous.

🐧(Trigger warning abusive parent mention and violence with shattered glass) peso has a nasty jagged scar on his back. He won't ever tell anyone where or when its from but... between us it came after a huge breaking point where he stood up to his dad... and then we he turned around to leave and walk away... let's just say pesos dad had surprisingly good aim.... his mom helped pick out the glass shards. Pesos dad wasnt.. usually physically violent like that so it shocked even him. Usually he was more.. screaming, and shaming, and yelling, and gaslighting, and demanding. Regardless, peso never forgot that night.

🥕The vegimals usually sleep in 2s or 3s in different locations. Sometimes they'll sleep in the "nest" (general area the vegimals hang out in in the library) , shellingtons bed, or even the garden to look out into the ocean <3 they find it all quite comfortable, its rare but occasionally other octonauts have ended up with a surprise vegimal in their bed or even themselves dragged by one to the garden to rest with them. The latter is usually a result of the vegimals noticing an octonaut is particularly stressed. They also bring said octonauts their favorite snack. Tweak is a favorite to drag into the garden when she overworks herself.

🐈Kwazii doesn't trust most people despite his friendly and open nature. Or rather, he specifically doesn't trust most landlubbers....

🐻‍❄️Barnacles feels conflicted about being sro ace although he doesn't yet realize that he's aro ace or know that it exists. I can elaborate if someone is interested.

🐕When dashi first joined the octonauts she felt like she was making ALOT of social mistakes! Especially with kwazii 😔 it wasn't that he wasn't friendly or anything, but she couldn't shake the feeling maybe he didn't like her? Not to mention the only other girl on the octopod was constantly holed away in the depths of the ship and she may have insulted the otter guy and his??? Extremly little and young fish children?? He seemed very stressed out, but he DID have like... 8 little kids.

Continuation:

Anyways dashi ended up getting really overwhelmed and ended up hiding in the library. Inkling found her and she offered to help him with his reorganization afyer making some excuse why she wasn't at the weekly group dinner.

and he agreed only to disappear a minute later. 10 minutes of silently and confused sorting later, he reappeared with a small stack of books and pamphlets in a bag and told her he "had some spare copies she should keep" and that he didn't need anymore help with organizing before he (politely) essentially kicked her out of the library.

The books were guides on different species behaviours and body language <3 inkling had already done this with at least 3 different octonauts already (peso barnacles and shellington) 😭😭😭🙏

19. 🐧Peso LOVES lemon flavored candies :>

20. 🐇Tweak eats raw mint as a habit she picked up from her college years.

21. Tweak randomly has the urge to bite and destroy the wires in her gups and machinery. She is very silently concerned about this but actually its just Rabbit Instinct saying "YO YOU CANT LEAVE BRAMBLES AND VINES AROUND, YOULL GET CAUGHT IN THEM U GOTTA CUT THEM!!!" Marsh isn't as strong though and may have bitten radio wires and gotten poisoned. Just another reason he doesn't understand modern doohickies cuz he listened to his instincts and look what that got him, a broken radio!

Hope yall enjoyed the headcanons and au lore!

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Under Cotton and Calicoes

Pairing: Osferth (The Last Kingdom) x f!reader Warnings: Orgasm control, outdoor sex, smut. Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: In the space between darkness and light, her and Osferth discover the freedom to be exactly as they are.

Author's note: Day eight of the Smuffmas prompts - "sunrise and orgasm control". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She climbs the grassy embankment, picking each step carefully in the darkness. The dew drops that cover the soft surface dampen the bottom of her skirt, but she finds the coolness of it against her bare ankles refreshing.

This is her favourite time of day, the hours that linger between darkness and light, when the sky hovers over the horizon with muted hues of blush pink and lilac. She often finds herself in this spot, looking out over Wintanceaster as it still sleeps, her mind flooded with all she had hoped for when she had first arrived here, and all that this place has stolen away from her since.

When she had left her father’s small farmstead she had been in search of freedom, an escape from the mundane. Wintanceaster had seemed lively and exciting, full of opportunity, though she swiftly learned that this only applies if you are a man.

She had taken a job at the alehouse to begin with. She is not quite sure how she ended up in the employment of the local brothel, a temporary arrangement for additional coin that had somehow become permanent. She cannot deny that the money she stashes away now is a larger sum than what she had earned serving flagons of ale and bowls of stew, however, with every man that molds their flesh to hers she cannot help but feel she has simply escaped one entrapment to fall into another; the scenery has changed, yet the shackles remain the same. Once the money beneath her pillow reaches a sufficient quantity, she will leave this place. For now, she is resigned to looking upon it in the cold light of dawn.

In the empty space she occupies in the twilight hours, she is not the daughter of a farmer, she is not a whore, she is simply her, free to think on her dreams as the sky lightens and the day begins anew.

Her head turns, the rustle of footsteps alerting her to a presence beside her.

“Forgive me, my lady, I did not mean to startle you. I thought I was alone.”

She recognises him. A holy man that has accompanied the warriors that travelled here a few days prior. Though his piety is not without question, when she considers the two visits he has made to her place of employment since arriving here. The two women he had laid with had fought viciously over him.

“Hmm,” she smiles softly, “I thought I was alone too.”

He swallows thickly, blue eyes averting their gaze as he clasps his hands behind his back. “If you’d prefer to be alone, I can always–”

Ordinarily, she would balk at the idea of being alone in the darkness with a strange man, but she feels perfectly safe in the gentle presence of this one. He means her no harm.

“Stay,” she interjects, “there is room enough for two. You are Osferth?”

He nods and enquires after her name, bowing slightly as she tells him. The formality of the gesture almost makes her want to laugh.

“I see that sleep evades you too, my lady,” he says, moving to stand beside her, cocking his head as he glances sideways at her.

“It often does,” she sighs, looking out at the horizon. “But I prefer this time of day. It is freeing to not feel obligated, to simply–”

“Be yourself?” He finishes for her, with a raise of his eyebrow.

“So you understand. Is that why you do not sleep either?”

“I understand more than I’d care to admit,” he tells her, scraping his boot against the ground, an obvious gesture of discomfort.

“But you travel in the company of Uhtred of Bebbanburg, what could you possibly have to escape from? Heroism?”

She chuckles drily, causing him to frown as he bows his head, pursing his lips tightly.

“I am a bastard,” he states simply.

“No shame in being a bastard,” she says with a shrug.

“So I am told, but I am nothing more until I prove otherwise. King Alfred’s bastard, the baby monk, I have to fight every day to be seen as more. All I want to be is…Osferth. Simply Osferth.”

She softens, turning towards him, eyes half lidded in sympathetic understanding. “I doubt it provides any comfort, but to me you are simply Osferth.”

“It provides more comfort than you could possibly understand, my lady,” he admits quietly, large eyes staring into hers.

She studies his features silently, the sharp jut of his jaw, his high cheekbones, the straightness of his nose. He is beautiful when the time is taken to really study him, and without thinking her hand reaches up, fingers tracing the outline of his features.

He steps back quickly, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “I have no silver to pay you.”

Her hand drops back to her side as she feels her skin grow hot with embarrassment. “How silly of me to think you could actually understand,” she says bitterly, looking away.

“I did not mean to offend you,” he tells her, his tone pleading as he steps towards her once more.

She shakes her head. “You have not. It is foolish of me to think I could ever be seen as anything more than a whore.”

Osferth’s brow furrows, and he grasps her hand in his. The touch of his flesh against hers feels as though she has been branded, yet she does not jerk away.

“You are so much more.”

“You do not know me.”

“I would like to.”

She looks up at him, taken aback by how impossibly close he is to her, his breath fans across her face as his gaze locks with hers.

“Why?” She whispers.

“There is a reason I did not choose you over those other women,” he says earnestly. “You are beautiful, my lady, worth more than any payment I could possibly give.”

“Then I shall not accept your payment,” she breathes, leaning up to press her lips to his.

He responds in kind, leaning down, and the hand not holding hers reaches up to cup her cheek, his large palm enveloping her skin in its warmth. His lips are soft, yet his kiss is firm and tender. She savours the intimacy of it, sighing softly as her body relaxes against his.

“Are you sure you wish to do this?” He utters, as they reluctantly draw back, foreheads pressed together.

Her pulse races, her core throbbing with need, surrounded by his earthy scent and the heat that radiates off of him. She has never been more certain of anything in her life.

She captures his lips with hers once more in silent answer, and his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tighter against him.

As they drop to their knees, she pushes him back by the shoulder, shifting to straddle him. Their hands are almost frenzied, their breaths coming in hurried puffs, in their rush to push up her skirt and his robe, before he tugs down his trousers and breeches enough to free himself.

It is only then that they slow the pace. His head falls back against the damp grass as she takes him in her hand, a quiet groan escaping him as she rubs the tip of his hardened cock through her rapidly gathering slick. Sliding herself against it, she repeats the motion, back and forth, preparing herself to take him inside.

His hands disappear beneath her dress, fingers indenting into her hips as he whimpers quietly. “Please, my lady, I will not last if you keep this up.”

She giggles, raising up to guide him to her opening. “Patience, sweet Osferth.”

They both sigh in relief as she sinks down upon him, the length of him stretching her in a way that guides the head of him to brush against a patch inside of her that steals her breath away.

The pace she sets is unhurried, slowly rocking herself atop him, revelling in the exquisite torture of having him touch upon that particular place over and over. If ever she were to experience what it is to be worshipped then this surely must be it. His hold on her hips is almost bruising, made all the more divine when juxtaposed with the reverence of his gaze as he looks up at her, brows pinched together and jaw slack.

She moans, head tipping back as she allows her movements to become faster and more determined. In her peripheral vision she sees the first golden rays of morning breaching the inky blackness of the sky.

Osferth pulsates inside of her, his breathing now reduced to ragged pants. “Oh, please, I’m going to–”

“Not yet,” she whispers, slowing her pace, working her way towards the pinnacle of the ever tightening knot in her gut. “With me.”

His fingertips press tighter into the meat of her, his eyes screwing shut. She brings herself down upon him once, twice, three times more, chasing the sensation that’s about to crest over her, until she finally lets go, closing her eyes and tightening around him with a pleasured cry.

He grunts, bucking upwards, holding her against him as she feels him twitch, spilling himself inside of her. As she catches her breath, eyes blinking open, the dull orange of the sun has chased away the darkness almost entirely, its faint hues slowly lightening the surrounding fields and expanse of the town below them. 

For once, she exists exactly as she is outside the cover of twilight hours, and it gives her hope.

Osferth pulls himself to sit up, keeping himself buried inside of her as she remains in his lap, and they wrap their arms around each other.

“When I return, I will find you,” he whispers.

“Perhaps by then I will finally be free to live as I please.”

“I would like that for both of us,” he replies.

But for now, they will always have this moment, kept immortal in the quiet of dawn.

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We're Getting That Fucking Cat

Ticci Toby and Jeff the Killer go on a date to the carnival.

4.7k words

tw: frequent use of the f-slur because jeff interacts with a gay person, and one use of the r-slur but i swear it's actually funny.

The sidewalk was covered in gum and melted ice cream, and the air was loud with screams. Just like how Toby and Jeff liked it. Toby stopped to look at the prizes on a carnival game, his normally tired, brown eyes wide with excitement behind a pair of orange goggles as he watched a teenager fail horribly at the axe-throwing game in front of what seemed to be their girlfriend. His head jerked to the side involuntarily, and he tugged at the fabric mask he'd put on to cover the giant gash in his cheek as it warmed his face in the summer heat. Jeff hadn't bothered to cover his face at all. His body was covered in scars, only the nasty Glasgow smile across his face being self-inflicted, and his face was burnt completely white. His eyes were bloodshot and he didn't seem to blink as he stood next to Toby with a smile. "You gonna win that giant cat?"

"I'm gonna--WOAH--win that giant cat." Toby said. His eyes were fixated on a huge plushie of a calico cat strung up by its neck in the corner of the tent. Jeff pulled from the stash of stolen wallets in his hoodie pocket and whipped out a twenty dollar bill. "Get her ass."

Toby stepped forward and slammed the bill on the counter excitedly while Jeff watched from a distance, his hands in his pockets, until he felt a gentle tug on his skinny jeans. He looked down to see a child, way too young to be unsupervised.

"Excuse me, Mr. Clown," The child asked adorably, "Do you do balloon animals, please?"

Jeff stared down at the kid for a moment, a bit dumbfounded, before juking them. They ran off with an avalanche of screams and tears. Jeff laughed loudly, "Stupid kid."

Toby took the toy axe in his hands and spun it around in his hands for a moment as he got a sense for the weight and balance. Jeff walked up behind him and leaned against the pole of the tent before he felt it shift and quickly stood up straight.

The game employee's eyes shifted nervously towards Jeff every once in a while as he tried to keep his eyes on Toby.

Toby flung the axe expertly over his shoulder and stuck it into the center of the target with a loud thud. "Good job!" The employee said with a raised eyebrow. Toby marched forward and plucked the axe from its spot to perform the same feat four more times.

"Fuck yeah!" Toby's neck jerked again as he pointed to the cat, "Gimme that one!"

The employee's smile faltered a bit as he cleared his throat, his eyes still darting between Toby and Jeff, "You actually need fifty points for that one."

"What?!" Jeff shouted. Toby followed suit, "Oh fuck off! How many did I get?"

The employee stared at Toby fearfully for a moment. "F-five."

Jeff threw his hands up, "That cat is not worth...fifty dollars?"

Toby counted on his fingers before shouting, "You want me to pay you five hundred dollars?!"

The employee furrowed his brow and counted on his fingers, trying to check their math and rolled his eyes at the answer, "Look, I just work here, okay? You can get one of the smaller ones or you can play again."

Jeff stepped forward angrily and shoved the employee before Toby grabbed his shoulder. "Dude," Toby clicked his tongue, "I don't want to get kicked out--FUCK--yet!"

Jeff huffed and backed off. He rolled his eyes and flipped off the employee as he grabbed Toby's arm and the two disappeared into the crowd.

"Dude," Toby scolded and jerked his neck again, "Are you fucking stuh-stupid?"

Jeff smiled, "No, I just act like it." He glanced back at the tent to make sure they weren't followed and held out the game employee's badge. Toby grinned mischievously and shook Jeff's shoulder. "Shit, alright. Sorry I--bark--doubted you."

"I forgive you," Jeff stowed the badge away in his pockets, "Actually, I'll forgive you if you can snag us a free churro." He nodded towards a churro stand with a teenage girl running the register. Toby smirked and adjusted his mask. "For sure."

Toby walked up to the counter and lifted his goggles. "Hey!" He said cheerfully and smiled with his eyes, "I've got a quick question, if that's alright."

The girl smiled back, "Yeah, what's up?"

Toby's head jerked to the side a bit as he slipped the right side of his mask off, casually resting his head in his hand to cover the off-putting gash on his left cheek. "My, uh...my brother over there, he's got brain damage from a nasty car accident, and this is his first venture out of the house in, like, months since our parents died."

"Oh no!" The girl's eyes widened, "That's real nice of you." She looked over Toby's shoulder and saw Jeff laughing at one of the driver's licenses he'd stolen. She grimaced a bit at his face, but immediately felt bad and looked back at Toby.

Toby smiled and clicked his tongue, "Oh, it's nothing-g. He's a sweet kid. I've got a dilemma, though, that I was hoping you could help me with."

The girl's eyes darted from Toby's freckles, to his lips, then to his eyes as he twitched again. Toby continued, "He spent all our money on a carnival game and we barely have enough to get home. It'd make his day real special if he could try a churro for the first time."

The girl gasped slightly, "He's never had a churro?" Toby nodded his head, feigning sympathy, "The home he's been in doesn't let him go out a lot."

The girl only briefly glanced at the camera above her before practically shoving two churros into Toby's arms. Toby flipped his mask back over his face and acted shocked by the girl's kindness, "Oh my god-d, thank you! Your secret's safe with me." Toby started to walk away, but turned on his heels, keeping his smile wide, "Quick question, actually. I heard there was a really good ride next to the warehouses. Do you know where that is?"

The girl pointed, "The Bat Cave is that way, just past the children's rides."

Toby put his hand over his chest, "Thank you so much. Have a fantastic day." He waved and turned around, relaxing his face and rolling his eyes. He shoved the churro into Jeff's hand. "Holy shit, I'm guh-glad you're good at looking--FUCK--fucking stupid."

"Why?" Jeff chomped down on the churro and frowned, "Shit, it's cold in the middle."

"Cope," Toby bit into his and it was warm all the way through. He broke it in half and handed the other part to Jeff. "Warehouses are that way," Toby pointed where the girl had led them, "Should we wait until it's dark or just go for it?"

Jeff hummed in delight as he bit into the warm churro. "I was hoping we could bully some kid on the bumper cars before we go." Jeff nodded towards a line that wrapped around four times over, "Think you can get us past the line?"

Toby rolled his eyes and finally lowered his mask all the way to eat, "You seem to think I'm a lot more charming than I am. The 'yuh-younger brother disabled from a horrific ca-car wreck' story only gets us s-so far." He clicked his tongue and jerked his head.

"That's what you've been using?! That's a cheap shot!"

"Dude, I haven't seen anyone over eighteen work-king these stands. Flirting with kids is a good--SHIT--way to get kicked out."

Jeff rolled his eyes and grumbled, "I fucking hate having to play nice just to ride some stupid rollercoasters."

"You wanna just bribe him?"

"I'm not bribing someone over bumper cars. The liquor store's on the way back; I want to stock up." Jeff pointed at the Ferris wheel, "What about that one? Line's short. It's getting dark, we'll be able to see the city lights."

Toby smirked and clicked his tongue jokingly, "W--WOW--city lights and a trip to the liquor store? Gonna buy a nice rosé and have a kuh-candlelit dinner?"

Jeff shoved Toby and tossed his churro wrapper in the trash, "We still need to break into the warehouse, fag."

Toby laughed and finished the rest of his churro. He asked with his mouth full, "When do the game tents close?"

"I saw one close, already," Jeff said, "They made the poor kid haul everything into the warehouse."

"W-what? Why don't we just steal from the tent di-directly, then? Before they close completely?"

"More options, for one," Jeff shrugged, "But I figured we could get a ride home from one of those kids' lockers."

Toby grimaced, "I-I really don't--WOO--like driving," His ticks got more aggressive at the thought. Jeff thought for a moment as they approached the short line to the Ferris wheel, "I mean, we can take the train again if you really want to, but it's a thirty minute trip with a car versus five hours if we bike from the train station."

"My bike's h-here," Toby scratched the back of his neck, "How--WOW--would we get it back?"

Jeff lowered his voice a bit, "You think none of these kids are driving Mommy's SUV? I'll snag one with one of those fancy FOB keys. We'll shove it in the back, drive to the edge of the woods, and walk it back like nothing happened."

Toby paused as they sat down and let the ride operator lower the bar in front of them. "You're driving--"

"I'm driving," Jeff laughed, "You'd crash--" He cut himself off as Toby's face dropped. Jeff wrapped his arm around Toby briefly and shook him in a silent, masculine, guarded attempt to reassure him without having to apologize. "You wouldn't crash. I'm not gonna crash it, either."

Toby chuckled quietly and took his mask off as they were lifted into the air. "You're dumb as shit."

"Shit, and I'm not even the cute one," Jeff smiled. A small brush of relief rushed through him as Toby took off his goggles, showed his full face, and laughed, "That's the closest thuh-thing to a compliment I've ever heard come--come out of your--click--maw."

Jeff rolled his eyes and turned away. "Don't get used to it."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Toby smirked smugly and looked out at the city lights. "Shit," He muttered, "They r-really lit this place up."

Jeff leaned over to look as well. He nodded. "Huh," He muttered, "Sometimes I forget humans don't have night vision."

"You think they'd for-forget the lights entirely if they did?" Toby asked, leaning back so Jeff could hear him as a quick breeze flew past their ears. The ferris wheel stopped them at the top as a new set of people climbed on and off at the bottom.

Toby shrugged, "Cuz we still have lights at the manor."

Jeff scooted closer to get a better view. "I mean...it's not bad-looking."

Toby smiled mischievously. "Y-you're not bad-looking," He teased. Jeff rolled his eyes, more dramatically this time, and fought back a smile, "Ah, fuck off."

Toby looked at Jeff and scooted closer, his arrogant grin growing wider as he lowered his voice.

"I could always fuck you, instead."

Jeff's face turned bright red and he staggered backwards, completely floored by the sudden change in tone. Toby scooted closer until Jeff was pressed against the side of the bench, and didn't so much as flinch as he stared Jeff down with an equal amount of smugness and desire. Toby laughed quietly and leaned in closer, "You're r-real cute when you're--"

"I will throw us both off this Ferris wheel, I swear to god."

The carriage started moving again and Toby sat back up, arms crossed and a conceited grin plastered across his face. Jeff rolled his eyes and grumbled, "You're getting a big head."

Toby faked a cough, "I've got another big head for you--who said th-that?"

Jeff jumped in his seat again but couldn't hold back his smile anymore. "I am not against domestic violence, Erin!"

Toby tried to choke out another flirtatious response, but between his ticks and the way he doubled over in laughter when he watched Jeff pull his hoodie over his face, he couldn't. "Sh-sh-sh--click--FUCK--show--"

"I'll show you domestic violence!" Jeff hugged the side of the bench and started kicking Toby away. They both laughed crazily as they made another trip around and stopped at the top of the Ferris wheel again; and by the time Jeff sat back up in his seat, Toby had calmed down as well. Toby sighed, "I'm just fucking with you."

"Damn," Jeff pulled his hood over his face as a chilled breeze flushed past the two, "And here I was hoping you were a fucking fag."

Toby blushed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his grin growing again. "Jeff, what the fuck am I supposed to suh-say to that without making you go fuck--FUCK--fucking feral?"

"I'm flustered!" Jeff threw his hands in the air then tightly crossed his arms, "Fuck do you want from me!"

Toby cleared his throat dramatically, "I mean, if--if you're offering..." He leaned over and rested his head on Jeff's shoulder. Jeff tensed up for a moment before hesitantly resting his head on Toby's, arms still crossed.

Toby smiled, "This is n--click--nice."

Jeff sighed and muttered, "Yeah...thanks for dragging me out here."

"Thanks for--for stealing that badge. I w-want to shove--click--firecrackers into that cat's asshole."

"God, that thing's probably so flammable," Jeff sighed like someone remembering their wedding night. Toby agreed, "They never p-put in the work to--WOO--make that cheap crap flame-retarded."

The carriage started moving again and the two had to force themselves apart before they were guided off the ride by an extremely unnerved ride attendant.

"Where are we going, again?" Toby asked. Jeff pointed towards the back of the park. "We can probably just follow the kids in uniforms. Pretty sure it's their bed-time." They moved down the darkest path with their hands in their pockets, bumping each other's shoulders occasionally as they walked. "For the record," Jeff asked, his step quickening slightly into an excited hop, "We don't have to worry about getting kicked out, anymore. Right?"

"I mean--" Toby nodded his head back and forth in silent debate, "We can still get banned."

"This place is stupid, anyway," Jeff grumbled.

"I had fuh-fun," Toby shrugged, "Plus, we're ab-bout to have a lot--click--more." He turned around and walked backwards to look at Jeff. "You guh-gonna steal us a nice car?"

"You're in?" Jeff's eyes lit up. Toby nodded quickly. "Train doesn't st-stop at the liquor store. We've got en-nough for--WOW--some crown apple in there." He gestured to Jeff's hoodie pocket, distended with wallets. Jeff looked down, "I really should've just taken the cash out and tossed the wallets, huh?"

Toby snickered and shrugged, "Sometimes there's guh-gift cards in there. Plus," He clapped, "I bet at least one of those has some picture of their kids. We could burn those."

Jeff laughed loudly but quickly shut up as they approached the sharp light of the warehouse door, catching the attention of a security guard standing by the door scanner. Jeff handed Toby the badge and Toby briefly glanced at it before stepping in front and scanning the badge casually.

"Hey," The guard stopped him. Toby acted surprised. "Hm?" He showed the badge to the guard, who looked at it suspiciously. "You don't look like him."

Toby lowered his mask, pretending like he was trying to hide the scar while making sure the guard got a good look at it. "Yeah, uh..." He chuckled sheepishly, "That picture was t-taken--click--before the accident."

The guard's face flushed with embarrassment. His gaze quickly darted between the picture on the card and Toby's face, which looked nothing alike. "Uh--um--uh, what's your name?"

"Beck Matthews," Toby answered.

"G-go ahead and scan again." The guard nodded Toby through. He looked at Jeff, "Where's your badge?"

"Lost it." Jeff said flatly, staring casually at the guard. His appearance sent a chill through the guard's spine and he ushered him inside as well, just wanting the interaction to end.

The warehouse was dusty to say the least. Fluorescent lights flickered ominously as they walked in, revealing shelves upon shelves of cleaning supplies, vacuum sealed stuffed animals, and enough park merchandise to clothe a small city. Toby checked his hands and tapped his pockets, looking for the ID card he'd just had. Jeff held it up. "Split up?" He asked. Toby's face softened in relief as he realized he hadn't lost it. "You get the car, I get the cat?"

Jeff nodded and looked around briefly, "They've got to have, like, a bin of the opened prizes around here. I'll be back here in a few minutes." Toby gave him a thumbs up and they slunk away in opposite directions, Jeff following the warm light of the break room doorway, and Toby disappearing into the ocean of overpriced crap.

The break room was swimming with the younger employees packing up for the night. Jeff tugged on the strings of his hoodie to hide his face more and looked around for the richest kid he could find. A girl with a full face, a boy with an uncannily neat haircut, anyone with some kind fancy jewelry. He spotted a bleach blonde girl with a fake tan and bright pink lip gloss. Jagged bump in her back pocket. Bingo. His smirk was barely noticeable between the thick scars against his lips.

He slid through the crowd of people like a snake through a field of grass and slipped his hand in and out of her back pocket, flipping the keys up into his sleeve. Immediately, she swung her head around, flicking Jeff's face with her hair. "Excuse me?!" She shouted. Jeff kept walking. The girl didn't let up. "Uh, hello? That guy just grabbed my ass!"

Jeff raised his eyebrows, offended. He knew he was better than that. He'd barely grazed her. He walked faster, knocking into a few people on his way through the crowd.

"Fuck," He muttered as a guard started to follow him. He knew he had to turn around at some point. There was only one way back to the warehouse.

Some other kid was twirling his keys around with his finger and Jeff snatched them up, just in case, before pushing his legs into a jog. The crowd parted as the guard to barrelled closer.

Jeff made a sharp turn into a bathroom. The noise of screaming girls startled everyone that wasn't already aware of what was happening as Jeff vaulted on top of one of the stalls and climbed into the ceiling tiles.

"He climbed into the ceiling!" Their screams were like music blasting through the raging sound of Jeff's heartbeat.

Toby jogged around the warehouse, looking for anything familiar. The bins had to be separated by game. He scratched his head and remembered that there were cats, which wasn't very helpful.

After a few minutes he knew he couldn't afford, he finally just guessed and dove into the nearest bin. The stuffed animals went flying from his twitching hands as he dug through it like a dog. Nothing caught his eye. Next one. Next one. The warehouse looked like Santa's toy shop by the time Toby had struck gold. That stupid cat was buried at the bottom of a pile of tiny, unwanted stuffed clowns, and Toby wasted no time before holding the cat over his head and cackling with joy like it was the newborn Christ.

He started to run off towards the back exit but was interrupted by a deafening clanging sound and a loud "Fuck! ". Jeff's body fell through the ceiling like a ragdoll and onto the top of the towering metal shelf, showering the both of them in grey dust as a ceiling tile disintegrated above them.

Toby shouted, "What the fuck happened?!"

"Fucking run!" Jeff cackled. He stood up on the shelf and started trying to climb down when he felt the steel under his feet start to shift. "Oh my fucking god!" He laughed wildly as the adrenaline shoved him forward before the shelf fell backwards. He tried to tuck and roll when he hit the ground like he'd seen on TV, and fell hard on his back as the shelves collapsed against each other like massive, expensive dominoes. His wrist slammed against the concrete as he fell. He would have screamed bloody murder if he could breathe.

Toby ran up to him. "Holy sh-shit, are you okay?!"

Jeff gasped obsessively as his lungs refused to expand. He raised his hand in a shaky thumbs up. Toby took his hand and tried to pull him up, but Jeff's face contorted in pain and he jerked it back. He held out his other hand and finally took a deep breath in. He didn't have a chance to catch his breath or cradle his broken wrist before three security guards burst into the warehouse, weapons trained on them.

"Freeze!"

They didn't. Toby shoved the nearest guard to the side as Jeff hazily followed behind him, car keys poking against him from his skinny jeans as his legs seemed to move on their own. Toby grabbed his good hand and dragged him along with the giant stuffed cat under his other arm and a massive grin across his face. "Where's the parking--FUCK--lot?!"

"What?!"

"The--" A gunshot echoed through the dimly lit alley.

"Guns?!" Jeff shouted, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Toby cackled, "Just keep going!"

The two ducked around a corner. Jeff pointed to a turnstile at the end of a dimly lit sidewalk. It was surrounded by dumpsters, crates, and pallets. "Employee exit!"

"Employee exit!" Toby cheered. He kept his hand around Jeff's wrist, but Jeff had come back down to earth enough to catch up with him and sprinted at his side. Toby slammed his back against the turnstile and crushed the stuffed animal in his arms to pull it through as Jeff followed, laughing the whole way. "Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!" Toby repeated as the boys laid their eyes on the employee parking lot. They stood and caught their breath in front of the beguiling sight before the voice of one guard started shouting after them. "Wait!"

"Fuck no!" Jeff stumbled forward and scrambled for the keys in his right pocket. Toby reached into his left and they compared the keys.

"What kind of car did we need, again?"

"I don't remember," Jeff admitted, "I vote the Toyota."

Toby threw his set of keys behind him as Jeff pressed a button to alert them to where the car was. A sharp left and a spin around the side by Toby later, they had launched themselves into a black SUV and were speeding away.

"Get the headlights!" Jeff shouted as he set his left hand in his lap, urging the pain to stop shooting through him like he'd just stuck a fork in a power outlet. Toby fought with his seatbelt for a moment, quickly unbuckling it to reach over and flick on the lights just as they crashed through the barrier arm at the exit.

"Fuck!" Toby cried and shot back into his seat. He threw the seatbelt back over him with inhuman speed, "Don't fucking crash us!"

"I'm not gonna crash!" Jeff shouted, his brow furrowed with focus as he swerved through the guest parking lot with one hand. People were hiding behind parked cars, yanking their children out of the way, and running like they were on fire before Jeff was able to break through the last barrier arm and drift onto the road. The real road.

They ran a red light before swerving onto the freeway and Jeff sped up only slightly to keep up with the 75 mile per hour traffic. Toby screamed through gritted teeth as he realized what had just happened, his arm gripping onto the oh-my-god bar until his fingers were purple. "Y-you s--WOW--said-d you'd--FUCK--"

"I know, I know!" Jeff shouted, his body still in panic mode and his knuckles white on the wheel, "I tried! But, look, we're on the freeway, now!"

"I h-hate the fuck--FUCK--ing freeway!"

"Just breathe, dude!" Jeff shouted anxiously, "Just breathe!"

"You--oo breathe!" Toby screamed.

"I am breathing!" Jeff screamed back.

The two sat in silence for a minute, their grips relaxing and their breathing slowing. Toby spun around to look behind them and slumped in his seat when he didn't see any cop lights, his hand still on the handle. He sighed.

"Y-you still--still want to go to the liquor--WOW--store?"

"Are you bleeding?" The subtle smell of iron hit Jeff's nose. Toby scanned over his body, then felt around on his back. He felt a wet spot and pulled his bloodied hand back into his line of sight. "Huh," He shrugged, "I g-guess I am." He paused. "Y-you still want-t to go to the liquor store?"

Jeff leaned against the wooden support on the rotting, old porch of the manor, one arm in a sling and the other holding a brand new bottle of crown apple whiskey. Toby walked out the front door with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His shirt was off and bandages circled around his stomach; a bullet-wound-sized patch of gauze on his back. He pulled something out of his pocket. "I g-got you this."

Jeff turned around and held out his hand for Toby to place a small clown plushie in his hand. It had shaggy black hair and a long, red smile painted on its face.

"It reminded me of-ff you." Toby smiled as he sat down next to Jeff. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and held it out to Jeff as he lit his own with his other hand. Jeff looked down at the clown plushie for a moment before setting it in his lap and taking a cigarette. "Fag," He muttered, hiding the smile creeping across his face.

"You wanna blow it up, too?" Toby asked. He leaned over gently and pressed his cigarette against Jeff's, lighting his as they inhaled together. Jeff exhaled smoke and smirked, keeping the close distance. "Nah," He said, "I think I'll keep it." Toby smirked, putting his cigarette down. "Fag."

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, taking in every detail of the other. Toby's brown eyes, Jeff's chapped lips, the careful scarring around both of their cheeks. It felt hypnotic.

"You ready?" Toby grinned suddenly. Jeff nodded excitedly. They both turned to the giant calico cat plushie on the dirt a few yards away. Toby pressed a button on his phone and it flew into the air with a muffled bang, bursting into flames as it fell. The boys hooted and hollered like apes. They ended their celebration as the plushie landed a few feet away, sizzling as the fire died down, with a crisp high five, and cackled in each other's faces. As the remains of the plushie fizzled to a black husk, they high fived one more time before their laughter died down. They smiled and looked at each other again.

"Th-that was fun," Toby giggled. Jeff turned away and puffed his cigarette, still grinning, "Worth it."

"Worth it," Toby agreed. Jeff turned the clown plush in his hand softly as the cat burned to ashes in front of them. The smell of victory--burning plastic--wafted through the air.

Toby leaned in close and quickly planted a peck on Jeff's cheek, causing Jeff to jump in his seat, "Hey, hey, woah!" He looked at Toby, the plush still clutched against his chest as he leaned away. No one but Toby would have been able to recognize the incredibly subtle color that flushed to Jeff's cheeks.

"What?" Toby laughed.

Jeff stammered for a second. "You fuckin' fag."

Toby swiped the bottle of whiskey and leaned back on the steps as he took a swig, his eyes aimed down at the pile of withered ash. They sat in comfortable silence as the fire finally died and they turned their eyes up to the stars.

"City lights or stars?" Jeff asked. Toby scooted closer. "I like the stars."

"Yeah."

Jeff gasped suddenly, "Fuck, your bike!"

"Fuck dammit!" Toby groaned, threw his head back, and took another swig. "Whatever. I stole it a-anyw-way."

[dinosaurcharcuterie]

10 days ago, I decided I would get started on that linen summer dress with the swooshy skirt I've had all the materials for since last summer. So, naturally, 9 days ago, I did unspeakable things in a text editor software to reformat this free Apex Legends Nessie pattern by Jackalodreams on Deviantadt so most pieces fit on less pages. Then I printed it at 200%, taped the pieces together and... Things got a bit out of hand.

Long story short, I've got a new purse, and it made at least three separate adults who saw it smile squeal in public.

Construction notes after the break!

I think it only took me an evening or two to make, the main thing was getting all the materials. Zipper is from a duvet, all other hardware, eyes included, are 3D printed with PLA. (Pro tip: don't size up safety eye STL files unless you have a way to size up your fabric thickness accordingly.) Patches are mostly from stash, as is the lining (just some random jersey) and belly fabric (basic double gauze). Body is a fuzzy blanket I found on clearance. Tag is a piece of cotton calico with some quick and dirty hand embroidery on it.

Getting the tag, zipper and D-ring caught in the butt seam made me fear for my little Brother sewing machine, so maybe don't do what I did there. I didn't have the patience to figure out something else, and I didn't not want to put in a tag. Still, all the fabric edges are finished, every seam is locked, the patches are sewn on instead of ironed on, so this thing, when empty, should be machine washable at 30°C.

This deceptive little beastie took an entire 400g bag of polyfill to get structurally sound, even with the pouch pre-filled with way more things than I expected would fit. It's a pretty practical size inside for everyday errands. It came out extremely squishy, to the point that I could probably use it as a pillow on a long drive or train ride. The different textures of eyes, patches, tag, body and belly go together nicely.

The shoulder strap was borrowed for about an hour from my wife's purse (thank you, sweetie!) when Hermes smiled down upon us and had us catch one market stall selling fashion straps that was several hours late in packing up and closing. (Lesson learned: drinking a can of Monster before running small errands is a good thing.) Don't have pictures of the new one yet.

It's the size of a medium-large plush, so not ideal for tiny stores while wearing a thick winter coat, but otherwise it did quite well on its first outing.

Just gotta attach the zipper pull with a jump ring, as the sewed on McGyvering I've got right now isn't the most practical.

[pwlanier]

Madge Gill: Crucifixion of the Soul, 1934.

Three artists who cultivated ties with the spirit world and the otherworldly grounded and guided our scattered paths through 2024. Melvin Way passed away in January, and New York lost its urban “shaman,” whose intricate, energy-induced and formula-ridden drawings were stashed in his pockets like protective devices. Working under the auspices of her spirit guide Myrninerest, Madge Gill blew our minds at this year’s Venice Biennale with the hallucinatory Crucifixion of the Soul (1934), a ten-meter-long ink-on-calico piece, filled with checkerboard architectural spaces across which the pale faces of discarnate women emerged. Lastly, in the insightful exhibition “Animism, Shamanism, and Art Brut” at Cavin-Morris Gallery in New York, we were mesmerized by the polychrome wood shaman’s mask created ca. 1880 by an unrecorded/unidentified artist from the new Norton Sound in Alaska.

Art in America

[defect-child-of-eros]

Hi! I'm Gracie Monroe, I'm 15. My birthday is October 31st, I'm a Halloween baby!

Description: Tan skin, brown hair, brown eyes. Loves to layer her clothes. Wears mushroom or frog earrings usually mushroom and has a pet frog named Samuel. She has wings. Her hair meets her shoulders in a layered bob, her hair is still pretty thick but not fully thanks to the layers. Wears black gloves that Sunny gave her. She also has a messenger bag but it's full of some of the most random things pranking supplies, tissues, fidgets, secret cell phone and speaker, water bottle, a book, a note book, pencil case, etc. And has a scar along one side of her face and her eye with the scar has a cloudy pupil and is blind in that eye, she also has scars along her side.

Backstory: she's only been at camp for like a few weeks but the whole reason she's at camp is because her mom was killed. She had stayed home that day because she was really sick and it ended up in a hell hound attacking her house and because she wasn't strong enough to get up and fight she had to watch as her mother fought and kill the hell hound (her mother was a child of Athena) while she also resulted in dying to. The last thing she had told Gracie was to make sure she went to a camp called camp half blood and the rest of the information she'd need would be in her home office. She had followed exactly her mother said, searched the office, found what she needed and came to camp. She also is a pretty good fighter because her mom had taught her how.

Abilities: She's a daughter of Eros, and legacy of Athena, but instead of being able to make people fall in love she can make people fall out of it and hate each other. But when she loves someone the ability doesn't affect them, the only person she's ever been able to touch without the powers affecting them was her mom because she loved her mom so much and her mom loved her back. Also idk if this is an ability but she can use electronics without it becoming a becon showing monsters where she is. She's really good at archery. Also she is super flexible.

Personality: She's very outgoing but is very awkward.

Likes: She loves hugs. She doesn't do pranks herself but she has a huge stash of things that can be used for pranks. Well she claims she doesn't do pranks but she does do mischief so be warned not to get on her bad side. Also loves dancing, doesn't dance in front of or with others often but still dances in private. Is also really good at art (specifically body art). She also has a secret stuffed toy cat that's a calico cat named Callie, the cat is one of her comfort items that she brings with her everywhere.

Dislikes: people who are mean and Hellhounds

Will be edited as needed

Relations:

@the-song-siren (friend)

@sunny-child-of-apollo (personal night light and girlfriend)

@change-and-flourish (half siblings except Mazi is a God)

@spawn-of-dionysus (friends)

@dreamers-daughter (friends)

@lorelei-leslie-lee (Friends)

@the-young-prankster ("Adopted " Daughter)

@unlicensed-field-medic (girlfriends brother)

@spiderboichildofathena (friends)

@littlest-sunbeam-of-hermes (friends)

@daughter-of-pasithea (friends)

@solar-flares-and-fox-snares (friends)

@fightingthetoxicallegations (Friends and almost siblings just gotta get the knife from Commodus)

@the-great-emperor-commodus (basically her dad just waiting for the knife officially)

@thatposidengirly (friends)

@nightmares-again (friends)

@the-first-eros (Dad she won't call him to his face but he's her dad)

Talking: she talks in blue

(OOC: fyi I literally have no social life because all my friends I prefer hanging out with live in a different state than me so I kind of am chronically online so I will most likely always respond immediately if I'm not doing something at that moment)

[ahedderick]

Also found in the fruitless antique quilt search, a piece of silky gold stuff and an uncut piece of floral calico that's a little too busy for my current taste. The odd thing about the calico is that, even though my fabric stash is very large, I can remember pretty much where every piece came from and what I bought it for originally. This . . I'd swear I've never seen in my life. Hmm.

Recently, an old friend asked me if she could a) harvest some teasel from the farm (of course!) and b) come over so we could make teasel mice together. My initial response to making the craft was, please, no! My [limited] creative energy usually gets used by painting (generally things I can sell or give away) or sewing (generally things that are useful). A little dust-gathering craft-thing has little appeal at this point in my life.

However, when was the last time someone planned a fun activity for ME? Hoo. That just really doesn't happen. So I took it in the spirit in which it was intended, and she came over with fabric scraps and teasel. We made teasel mice. It needs some little bead eyes, but.

Meh, I'll hang it on the Christmas tree.

[jadedanddark]

Fuck it. Fabric stash tag poll.

[calicocollections]

SPRISUMMERGENDER

1) a gender where one's gender is the transitioning period between spring and summer. 2) a gender where one's gender is both springgender and summergender at the same time.

coined by me!

[pdxstitch]

The stockings are done ☺️

Lined them with a super soft cotton (I think?) that has been in my stash for 10 years, originally picked it up at a thrift store in Seattle in 2015. Never knew what to do with less than a yard of fabric that was too drapey for quilts but I like the vaguely Japanese theme going on here between the kitsune, the plum blossoms, and the calico reminiscent of maneki neko.

[the-cat-llector-has-wings]

This is my alterhuman side blog (main: @mrstarkitsmellslikeanewcarinhere. Art/writing: @operation-crying-raven. For my OC story: @shadows-in-the-forest Gimmick: @posting-like-ya-novels-are-real. ninjago series: @ninjago-abridged. Minecraft: @i-keep-getting-lost-in-minecraft)

I am a cat therian, The Collector (toh) fictionkin and C!Grian fictionkin.

My pronouns are she/they and call me Mia or The Collector/Cat-llector or Grian/Gri.

I am a minor but I am over the age of 13.

I should make a tagging system before this gets out of hand shouldn't I?

#The Cat-llector / for posts about the collector

#Calicos are hard / for cat therian posts

#My humanity is fleeting / vents

#I'm in my den / Moots

#You have fallen right into my trap >:3 / rambles,rants, about stuff etc

#My precious for my horde / a stash of stuff I like or want to find easier

#I want wings :( / C!Grian stuff

DNI: queerphobed,anti-nonhuman,anti-furry,racist, NSFW blogs, Proshippers (especially if you ship Belos and Collie.) etc.

Gifs of my kins and theriothorpe under cut

Cat userbox by @/clumsypaws. Fictionkin and therian userboxes by @just-another-user-box-maker

(why was it so hard to find a Grian gif, when I put in Grian it showed a lot of parrots and wings)

[himawari-candyy]

🎀🏩🧠

thank you for ask! 🙏

🎀 favorite anime?

mob psycho 100! it is over now but i still love it. i think it’s very wholesome and sweet.

🏩 show us some of your comfort items!

(i will put this under cut so that i don’t blow up this post 😭)

🧠 favorite cat breed?

calicos so much! they are so cute, i love the way they are patterned and all of the ones i have seen are very friendly 🐈

comfort items!!!

1. cinnamoroll build a bear + mappi nui

cinnamoroll looks dirty but i promise he is not, it’s just the lighting 💔 but he does look a bit worse for wear because I hold him when i sleep. also mappi nui. i love her so so much 💚

2. kin bracelets

i usually make these for fun and it gives me something to fiddle with when i’m nervous. i rarely take them off so they also look a bit worn down 😔

3. comfort food

peep marshmallows. i have been so obsessed lately. i have a whole stash of them so i haven’t run out of them yet 😭

4. other (couldn’t take photo)

oversized sweaters and hoodies ‼️ i have a ton of them and i wear them very often. my favorite is the one i draw myself in 🙏

[ss-hikaru]

Furoshiki Collection #1

I don't really make new year's resolutions, but I have decided on trying to do two things this year that this project manages to cover:

starting to phase out paper wrapping paper for sustainability purposes

using up my stash of heat transfer vinyl (for anti-hoarder purposes lol)

I decided to start with game related designs because that requires zero thinking on my part 🙃

The larger sized furoshiki is actually quite awkward to heat press onto. Gonna have to think of the best way to wrangle it to reduce the number of times any single area gets pressed. And I should probably invest in a pen with heat removable ink. The wrinkled furoshiki are from me using an air erasable pen that usually (annoyingly) erases itself within 10 minutes, but on this calico didn't even disappear overnight, requiring me to soak them in water 😑

I'm happy with the way they wrap stuff. I like the idea of furoshiki because it's kinda more fun than pulling something out of a bag. Sure, you can't viciously rip the wrapping off like with paper, but there is still the unwrapping aspect 🙂

[trainer-sean]

The Cat Attack Pirates

This is a Description and Timeline for the Crew.

Carlos first started sailing when Marines caught word of Calico Jacklynn being present on Early Tide Island after years of no word of her. This got a reaction similar to a buster call due to an Overzealous group of Marines, many innocent people died while the Family of four escaped on the ship of the Calico Pirates, Namean King(Namean Lion). Carlos would set out on his own as to not be associated to Pirates, he loves his Mother and Mamas, but he didn't want to deal with the Marines chasing them.

He would sail to Sandbar town, a decent sized Town on the coast of Moone Island, Famous for its Glass Blowing. for a year he would live there, partaking in the local arts using Electro. During that time, he ate the Dupe Dupe No Mi. However, during that time, he heard whispers of some townsfolk going missing, and investigated, staking out during the night, keeping watch from the rooftops. after two nights he catches sight of a Drunken Woman heading home, then immediately be grabbed by a man with a mask, stuffed in a sack. Carlos quickly follows behind as the kidnapper runs off into the forest. The Kidnapper eventually leads Carlos to a Cove, bustling with activity. a covered Barge layed in the water, and most surprisingly, five men dressed in Navy attire. The woman was removed from the sack and dragged to the Barge, the tarp covering it pulled up, revealing many more people trapped inside, and the woman thrown in before it was covered once more.

This would be the day that Carlos thwarted a Human Trafficking Operation, he would find a Pose that was Labeled Smuggling base, and sale towards it on the now evacuated Barge, now stuffed with all the Traffickers and Marines involved in the operation on Moone Island. When he made Land fall, he would Raid the Hide out with an Army of Dupes. One of Which, who was spawned on the Barge when Carlos first embarked to Smuggling Base, would have lasted 24 hours and became permanent, and eventually be renamed Carter.

This Operation was a Cipher Pol Operation collecting Potential Slaves and Possible members of the next generation of Cipher Pol Operatives from Islands and kingdoms unaffiliated with the World Government. the members of CP are lower rank members not assigned to the primary teams. The Raid would last 10 Hours, Carlos acting as Tactician while his Dupes face off with all the Cipher Pol agents and Bandits, and freeing the Captive Civilians from various races, some of which would join the fight, leading many Dupes to act as meat shields for the Civilians(it should be noted that Carlos remembers the pain and memories of the Dupes when they disappear.). by the time the raid was completed, the Dupes had guided the Civilians to Barges that they could escape with, many Fishman would act in defense to the craft to get everyone to safety. when everyone was evacuated, Carlos and all his Dupes collected all they could from the hide away, all weapons and items of value, such as Devil fruits and Sea Stone, and stashed them on a boat on the docks. They'd all then stand in the center of the hideout, where all the Bandits and CP were bound, and and began channeling their Electro together, and bringing the Hide out down of them all. Carlos was on the Boat about a Mile out with the Dupe that would be called Carter in the future as a Beam of Electro Erupted into the sky from the Island. A Week later, after returning to Sandbar town and collecting his belongs to leave town, Carlos would have a Wanted Poster worth 40.B Beris.

[cleverhottubmiracle]

Hello and welcome to a post covering spring and fall fashions from brands worn by the Princess of Wales.  Alexander McQueen has played a vital role in the Princess of Wales’s working wardrobe since she joined the royal family in 2011. Below, the Princess in three designs by Sarah Burton, the label’s creative director. When it was announced in 2023 that Ms. Burton was leaving the brand, many of us wondered if Alexander McQueen would remain a key style factor for the Princess. Below, you see three more McQueen looks. When we learned Sarah Burton would become creative director of Givenchy, an obvious question involved the possibility of Givenchy playing a part in the Princess’s wardrobe. I thought we could use the two brands’ autumn 2025 collections as a starting point for a discussion of this topic. Sadly, there are minimal photos from the A/W 2025 Givenchy collection and none I can license. Not even any I could embed from Getty Images. The best I can do is share some social media posts by the brand and reviews of the collection. NOTE: Try refreshing your browser if you have trouble seeing any of the embedded images. (Why I don’t like using embedded images. Argh!) Here are several looks from the fall line in a quick video shared on Twitter.  Stripped-back to cut, silhouette, proportion. The Fall Winter 2025 Womenswear collection by Sarah Burton, evolved around tailoring, merging and counterpointing masculine techniques with feminine shape. A sense of powerful femininity is constructed, re-cut, played with and… pic.twitter.com/rCPamIu4Ey — Givenchy (@givenchy) March 7, 2025  We learn more about Sarah Burton’s first collection for Givenchy from this Women’s Wear Daily story:  Sarah Burton’s exploration of the Givenchy archive quickly zeroed in on a stash of patterns and fabric swatches from founder Hubert de Givenchy’s first collection from 1952. Inexplicably, they were hidden inside a wall in the designer’s first atelier, and unearthed only about a year ago during renovation works. This discovery of the origins of the house inspired her to return to the building blocks of fashion: creating new shapes and volumes via draping and pattern making. “Back to silhouette. This is the backbone of the house today,” she related during a preview, also showing off black-and-white images of that 1952 collection, which resemble stills from a forgotten Hitchcock film. “It’s about silhouette and cut, because the ateliers are amazing here.” Some of those 1952 patterns.  UNDER CONSTRUCTION​ Brown paper packets containing calico patterns from Hubert de Givenchy’s first 1952 Couture collection, echoes Sarah Burton’s own creative process.​ “To me it’s about the atelier. It’s the heart and soul of Givenchy.”​ Sarah Burton, Givenchy Artistic… pic.twitter.com/bXAlMtFfp8 — Givenchy (@givenchy) March 4, 2025 Here is a closer look at one tailored suit.  “Silhouette – a new kind of Givenchy tailoring – feminine, but with a masculine hand.” Sarah Burton, Givenchy Artistic Director#Givenchy #SarahBurton pic.twitter.com/5zvtXPuv87 — Givenchy (@givenchy) March 13, 2025 Fashion journalist Cathy Horyn, writing in The Cut:    Her tailoring was not only visually strong and perfect; it also was varied. There were coats and suit jackets with bold shoulders, and ones with neat shoulders. Sleeves also varied, from a kind of rounded couture sleeve, with an exposed flat-pressed seam spiraling from the armhole to the wrist, to sleeves that were mildly flattened and creased, for a sharper effect. I could see the Princess of Wales in this coat and trousers (click the ‘right’ arrow for a better view of the designs).    Additional thoughts on the collection from Vogue’s story.  The show itself was a considered survey of modern womanhood, inspired by long thought lost Hubert de Givenchy patterns: Precise and crisp tailoring, glamorous tangles of jewelry as garments, both body contouring and bouncy silhouettes. A standing ovation was given and celebratory woops and cheers broke out. “This was the ultimate British take on ultra Parisian chic, chic, chic! There were the little Sarah touches…it was incredible. It was like a couture show, actually,” said author and Vogue contributor Plum Sykes. Another runway look features the light and lacy mini-dress seen in the first video clip.  In these two photos, you see Cate Blanchett in a runway style, and the look as it was modeled for the show.  THE FIRST ONE Cate Blanchett debuts Sarah Burton’s first Givenchy collection to the Black Bag premiere.#CateBlanchett #Givenchy #SarahBurton pic.twitter.com/g20VH8xD5F — Givenchy (@givenchy) March 11, 2025 Arguably, a better way to gauge the likelihood of the Princess wearing Givenchy comes through a look at the brand’s ready-to-wear collection. Although these are not Sarah Burton designs, you do get some sense of the label’s existing design aesthetic. Below are styles available in the spring line. From left to right, a Draped Dress in Jersey ($2350), an ensemble featuring Pleated Pants ($1950), an Evening Cape Dress ($5950), and a Wool Jacket with Pleated Back ($3950). Additional Givenchy styles include an Asymmetric Satin-Crepe Mini Dress ($6650), an Embellished Jersey Dress ($2750), and an Off-the-Shoulder Satin-Trimmed Maxi Dress ($7250). As much as I like Sarah Burton’s designs, my personal belief is that the Princess will wear few, if any, Givenchy designs. She has strongly supported the British fashion industry for years, and I don’t see that changing.  Now for the Alexander McQueen autumn 2025 runway show. Embed from Getty ImagesWe hear more on the collection from this WWD review. A year after his rocky debut, things are looking up for creative director Seán McGirr at Alexander McQueen, whose strong, salable fall 2025 collection should continue to build momentum for the luxury house with a rebel heart. The show started with a run of terrific sharp, black tailoring. Jackets drew on a Victorian silhouette with pleated collars, peaked shoulders and shaped waists, and were worn with archival kickback trousers and wicked-looking, extra-elongated pointy shoes. (McGirr said he meets with the brand archivist every other week.) Fluid silk gowns in fuchsia, inky blue, pale green and lavender had drama without sacrificing wearability, which was clearly a priority for McGirr, who also brought in more casual and contemporary pieces, like a glossy shrunken leather bomber with punk buckle details, and a tailcoat parka with dense crystal shard embroidery at the neck. Below are two of the tailored looks, including a closer view of the style shown above. You see the shorter lapels and a pleated, peaked sleeve in these close-ups. Compare these lapels to those on several of the Alexander McQueen jackets worn by the Princess of Wales. The brand still offers several blazers with angled pockets and more extended lapels, which have been strong sellers. Two of the gowns that were referenced in the WWD story. It’s not difficult to envision the Princess in modified versions of the second and third looks here; the basic silhouettes are flattering.  I don’t see loads of possibilities with these next designs. Even taking into account that runway looks are a little over the top by design and generally somewhat removed from the commercial, ready-to-wear collections that are the backbone of a fashion house, I don’t see these designs working for the Princess. The sleek black blouse on the left could be toned down, but then you lose the magic of the intricate pleating. The Princess loves a chunky sweater, but the red dress is an unlikely look, as is the beautifully jeweled knit piece on the right. A better view of some of the details.  I will share a few looks from the Alexander McQueen s/s 2025 show, held last September in Paris. All could work well for the Princess with some modifications. There are instances where a runway style translates perfectly to an off-the-rack design, as with this jacket, blouse, and skirt from the S/S ’25 collection. The ensemble features a Single-Breasted Jacket ($3290) with distinctive red binding on the angled pockets and a Pleated Mini-Skirt ($1150). Will the Princess of Wales wear designs designed under Creative Director Seán McGirr’s direction? Below is a photo of Mr. McGirr after the March runway show. I think she will wear the brand minimally, if at all. Think about the coat the princess wore last December for the Qatar state visit. The information released by Kensington Palace to royal reporters was very clear: this was a “Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen” design, obviously a piece she had for some time. Mr. McGirr has been at the House of McQueen since December 2023. If the Princess planned to embrace the label under his leadership, I think we would have already seen her in designs by the label, if not at a high-profile engagement like the state visit, then at another event. I could easily be wrong, and we’ll undoubtedly see as we move forward if the Princess will wear contemporary McQueen designs.  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I have a few updates on products at Beulah London, the dusky pink Ahana Dress shown on the left and the red Calla Dress. The Ahana (£625, roughly $800 at today’s exchange rates) is available in a mix of colors, including fuchisa and green, while the Calla (£495, roughly $640) comes in a soft blue and a navy polka dot print.   Also new this spring is a Mummy and Me collection at a brand worn frequently by the Wales children, Amaia Kids. Below, you see the Loreto Woman’s Dress ($381) and the Girls’ Sevilla Dress ($157). On the left, you see the Florisa Dress ($344) and the Florisa Girls’ Dress ($142). On the right, the Chloe Women’s Dress ($411) and the Chloe Dress for Girls ($157). A few final notes about fashion collaborations by designers the Princess has worn and mass-market brands. The first involves Roksanda Ilincic, a label the Princess has worn throughout much of her time as a member of the Royal Family. Here you see the Princess in the ‘Brigitte’ dress at Wimbledon in 2022, wearing the ‘Denton’ Coat at Sandringham in January 2020, sporting a custom version of the ‘Ryedale’ dress at Wimbledon in 2016, and wearing the ‘Peridot’ dress at the Royal Academy in July 2012. As a side note, several of the garments shown below were repeat wearings. Roksada is partnering with & Other Stories for a collection launching later this spring. We learn more from this Fashion United story. London-based designer Roksanda will launch an exclusive collaboration with fashion and lifestyle retailer & Other Stories, part of the H&M Group, in May. In a short statement, & Other Stories said the collection will be crafted with “summer in mind,” and will draw inspiration from Ilinčić’s “deep admiration for summer sunsets”. It will offer day-to-night transitional pieces, from elevated daytime dressing to elegant evening events, featuring her signature combination of fluidity and structure, bold colour blocking, and architectural lines. Below, a Facebook post by the brand offers the only images released thus far from the collection.  The other collection I wanted to include is the Kate Spade/Target collaboration. The Princess of Wales has worn a couple of Kate Spade dresses; the Encore Rose Chiffon dress on the left was seen at an October 2016 World Mental Health Day engagement in 2016, and the dress on the right was worn for a November 2017 visit to the Foundling Museum. The Princess also wore a pair of tassel earrings by the brand in April 2017. Apparel items in the Kate Spade Target collection include a Ribbon Short-Sleeve Shirtdress ($45), a Classic Rose Tank Top ($30) and Midi Skirt ($40), and a Plaid Mini Sweater Dress ($35). The shirtdress and tank/skirt are made of cotton and recycled cotton with a touch of elastane, while the plaid dress is made of viscose, recycled polyester, and recycled nylon. A news release notes, “Launching April 12, the collection features more than 300 items, including women’s, kids’ and baby apparel (with extended sizing and adaptive styles), handbags, home accessories and entertaining must-haves — offering anything and everything guests might need to style, decorate and host with ease.”  Below, you see the Classic Rose Poplin Mini-Dress ($35 in 95% cotton/5% recycled cotton), the Polka Dot Tie-Waist Midi Dress ($40, a linen/rayon blend), and the Straight-Leg Wide Cuff Jeans ($50, also cotton with recycled cotton). Accessories personify the Kate Spade exuberance and whimsy. Here, I show the Life of the Party Beaded Clutch ($30), the Colorblocked Tote Bag ($50), and the Beaded Classic Rose Drawstring Bag ($45). This group includes a Classic Rose Blazer ($50) and High-Rise Trousers ($40), both in a blend of linen and rayon. In the center, the Bow Shell Top ($30) and Mini Skirt ($30), both made of 100% recycled polyester. On the right, a Polka Dot Mini Crossbody Bag ($25).  Accessories on offer include the Woven Stripe Bag ($35), Strawberry Bag Charm ($10), Wicker Crescent Bag ($35), and the Bow Bag Charm ($10).  There is a good selection of infant, toddler, and children’s clothing. Below, you see the Toddler Ribbon Shirtdress ($20), the Polka Dot Tiered Dress ($25), the Small Fry T-Shirt ($10), and the Life of the Party T-Shirt ($10). There is no shortage of household goods in the capsule collection. Below, you see a 4-Piece Set of Melamine Dishes ($11), an Oversize All-Cotton Tablecloth ($25 and $28), and a 16-Piece Set of Paper Party Dinnerware ($25).  Also part of the collection are (clockwise) all-cotton Embroidered Cocktail Napkins ($7), a Disposable Camera ($20), all-cotton Polka Dot Cloth Napkins ($7 for cocktail size, $10 for dinner size), and Colorblocked Beaded Pillows ($30).  The final group of times I’ll share has the Woven Serving Tray ($25), a Melamine Checkers Set & Serving Tray ($20), and the Woven Utensil Holder & Caddy ($20). The collection goes on sale at 3 am EDT on April 12.  (function(d, s, id) var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/sdk.js#xfbml=1&version=v2.0"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); (document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk')); Source link