#chrismtas pattern

[xxzgagaxx]

Machine embroidery, author's project.

[demon-blood-youths]

"Hey INK!!" Jinx tackle hugs her while smiling. "Happy Christmas Eve! I would have waited to give you and the others presents but I couldn't help it! So here you go!" She smiled showing presents for them. She hopes they like them.

The girls were still holding presents too but hopes Ink and the others loves the gifts.

"Huh?"

Ink was tackled by Jinx right away as she was hugged. The dragon laughs, seeing her bond sister. "Heya Jinx! Merry Christmas!" She smiles. Ink got a present.

"Aw, thanks, Jinx! I got a present for you as well!" Ink got Jinx a gift. It's a purple wrapped gift where the designs has cats with chrismtas hats. Inside, is a long pair of black fingerless gloves with purple accents. It covers the wrists and what's more...the palms are not covered. The pattern is of cat paws since Jinx is a panther of flames. She hopes she loves them.

Also! Rust, Fosh, Shdwkyz, Jaron, and Navarro have gifts for the girls of the Vixens. Breezy, Mouse, Vivi, Melinda and Echo. They have special gifts for them catered to them.

The girls of the DBT helped them out.

"Merry Christmas, Jinx!" Ink smiles.

@the-silver-peahen-residence

[icraftcafe]

Christmas Snowflake Pattern Collection - A red and white collection with a simple snowflake pattern . 

...I am still working on this one :) 

[thewildwilds]

Kuzupeko in ugly chrismtas sweaters :3

No matter what, new clothes are always in high demand on the island. Rations and supplies come monthly, and then they’re handled and redistributed by the Future Foundation members stationed on the island. They lay out all the new choices on the cafeteria tables, stacked in various piles. It’s first come, first served. They know enough to usually leave things like the larger-sized clothes for Nidai, but everything else is fair game.

Peko tends to hang back and wait, even if she hears the announcement sooner than the others. He’s encouraged her, more than once, to grab what she wants before all the good stuff is gone, but she insists she’s fine with taking whatever’s left over. He doesn’t push the matter, but he knows she’d probably like one of the pretty dresses that gets snatched up quickly by any of the other girls. (Maybe he’ll have to talk to Kirigiri or Asahina about it someday, or maybe he can grab one himself and just hope she likes it.)

Peko’s gone off to the cafeteria for her turn at the new delivery of clothes. He’s already had his pick, so he sits on the edge of her bed and waits for her to come back.

He’s a little luckier than the others. He’s (and he admits this begrudgingly) on the further end of the spectrum, so the clothes in his size are usually left alone. The styles the Future Foundation brings aren’t bad either. They’re no custom-tailored Armani, but they suit his tastes well enough.

The door creaks open. Peko comes back with a small, neat stack of clothes balanced in her hands. It looks like standard fare, basic tops and pants in solid, muted colors, but one of her selections immediately jumps out at him, squeezed into the middle of the pile.

It’s a thick, wool sweater, red and green and white. He can see a sliver of a garish Christmas pattern.

It looks hideous.

She notices him staring and her cheeks go pink. “No one else seemed to want it,” she clarifies quickly, ducking her head. “It’s just… It’s getting colder, and I’ll be needing warmer clothes for the weather, and it looked warm, so I thought…”

He lifts his hands, palms out flat. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to judge. It’s just…” He chooses his words carefully. “It’s different from what you usually wear.”

She looks down at the sweater, fingers absentmindedly toying with the edge of a sleeve. “That’s true. I thought, perhaps, form could follow function, in this case.”

He smiles, in a way he hopes is encouraging. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”

She nods, and nods again, as if to reassure herself. And then: He doesn’t know what possesses her in that moment to try it on, but she does, pulling it right over her head.

It’s a little big on her, bunching up around her waist and elbows; she has to pluck at it here and there to get it to sit straight. The fabric must have rubbed against her hair enough to cause some static, because a few wispy strands cling to her cheeks. The colors are as bright and obnoxious as they looked in the pile, in stark contrast to her usual palette. It’s a busy pattern too, with prancing reindeer and snowflakes big and small in alternating rows.

It’s ridiculous. It’s amazing. He can’t help himself; he starts laughing.

Peko startles, eyes wide and fingers curling around the bottom hem. “… Is it that bad?”

“No!” he yelps, in-between laughter. “I’m sorry! It’s— It’s not that, I swear, it’s just—” He has to take a moment to collect himself and sober up. “You look really, really cute.”

“… Oh,” she says, tightly, like the word caught in her throat. Her face reddens again, and maybe he’s just a little lightheaded from laughing so much, but he swears: coupled with the soft glow of her cheeks and the warm, vibrant color of her eyes, the sweater suits her better than he could ever imagine.

It’s perfect.

[calidebs]

I just added this listing on Poshmark: Fabric Panel Father Chrismtas Santa Claus Old Fash.

[xxzgagaxx]

Computer embroidery design.

[xxzgagaxx]

Computer embroidery design.

[xxzgagaxx]

Computer embroidery design.

[xxzgagaxx]

Computer embroidery design.