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ryuichirou · 3 months

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You said so many kind things about the Lilisil drawing from yesterday, I’ll reply to all of you now… 😭❤️ There are some other replies here too!

Anonymous asked:

How long did True Loves Kiss take to complete? Currently working on a fucking big piece too and its kind of helping me refrain from cutting corners on some details LOL

LOL I’m glad to hear that!!

It took three evenings + some finishing touches on the 4rd day… So I think roughly 15 hours? Which is more than usual, but there’s been some shortcuts: since I painted the background, I didn’t have to do a lot of lineart (the most time-consuming and difficult part was Lilia’s uniform)… but then I went and spent all this time on the embroidery and other details lol

I really love drawing something bigger from time to time; it requires a lot of thinking juices and time, but it’s so worth it at the end.

Anon, please keep working on your big piece, and please have fun with it! And take your time <3

Anonymous asked:

THE LILISIL ARTWORK IS SO BEAUTIFUL I AM FLOORED‼️‼️‼️ The print on the blanket is so pretty, with the birds!!!!!!!!!!!! The LIGHTING is IMPECCABLE 😭 There's just no better compliment I can give except that I really really really it's just SO crisp and yummy I really want to eat it put it in my mouth I'm speechless

THANK YOU SO MUUUUCH ANON!!!!

I’m so stupidly happy you noticed the birds; I was complaining about them not being very visible the entire time as I was drawing the print lol it was very annoying of me.

It’s amazing that you liked it this much, I am super thankful!! Please eat it, I’d be honored…

thestarlightfae asked:

The detail! The lighting! More specifically, the gold on the duvet, it looks like its glowing, and the pattern is super intricate! And their are birds! And the vines! So many little details that are unintentional yet, after you read chapter 7 I think you will find it even more interesting! And the balls of light (will-o-wisps? magic? special effects?)! The way Lilia's eye is glowing! Even in the shadows you can still see his eyes glowing! And the stars on the background! This is stunning! I could go on, but I already had to switch this from comment to ask as I exceeded the character limit and I have work to do, but OMG! Words cannot express how much I love it!

AAAH THIS IS SO KIND--!!

“Duvet” is such a fancy word, I feel so flattered… I don’t know it makes the whole thing feel so much… fancier. Thank you orz

And thank you so much for going through all the details; it’s so exciting to read!! It gives me a lot of motivation… I am very happy you liked it! Drawing all these things was really worth it.

Also, I am so intrigued by what you said about ch7. Really looking forward to revisiting this drawing after watching it…

Anonymous asked:

It looks like Lilia is going to drink silver's blood rather than kiss him.... that or i read to many vampire stuff >>;

Ok, but why is that Lilia and Silver art SO FREAKING GOOD?!

Magic I say!

Magic!

You are a warlock!

(but seriously, it looks so good like wtf. my eyes are blessed)

You never know with Lilia, especially when it comes to our stuff with him: he is always either going for a kiss or is about to pounce and bite and drink all of the blood… especially with Silver, he just can’t get enough of him <3

Also! Thank you so much!! Super happy to hear that you like it!! ;w;

Alright, moving on to some other topics!

Anonymous asked:

I want mountain Jade to break my head between his thighs 😩

Don’t do it, Anon, this is what he wants, this is how he tricks people!

Anonymous asked:

I JUST LOVEEE HOW JADE WAS LIKE "i'm worried your make up is gonna be ruined 😊" and Vil is like "Bullshit. We going." Jade thought he's gonna watch Vil suffer somehow, but he's the one who suffered at the end- Love seeing these rare moments of him being caught off guard

And also loving how everytime he goes thru smth uncomfortable, he goes "Azul should experience this as well." They are giving "If i'm going down, you're going with me" type of besties-

(related to Vil’s vignette from the Playful Land event)

The moment Vil sensed a sprinkle of discomfort in Jade’s voice, Jade lost this battle. Because of course Vil would be petty enough not to play along just to trouble Jade lol It’s understandable though, Jade being nervous is a pretty rare sight… And of course Vil would enjoy kind of punishing Jade for being such a troll for once lol

Jade really tried his best to bullshit his way out of the ride. He is oh so worried about Vil’s makeup :( Very worried and concerned!!! Such a good vignette, I can’t get over it.

But also? Poor Azul lol

Anonymous asked:

Slut-tistics anon here! First of all, I can't believe you would trick me like this, I came here with an honest question and ended up getting thoroughly bamboozled! You just looked me straight in my anon shades and went "ok I won't say all of them... just most of them :)". Jokes aside, thank you for your reply, I asked for a treat and got a whole meal of ships. Honestly, Kalim/Fellow is just hilarious because Kalim is rich and dumb, and to Fellow he is basically the worst, but at the same time he is rich and dumb, so he's kind of a gift from the heavens. I can definitely see Fellow and Gidel dropping by the Scarabia dorm to see if their friend would like to share some of his hospitality (and belongings). Poor bastards don't even know about the guard dog, Jamil would throw a fit (For the heir of the Asim, to associate with these... crooks! The sooner they leave the better...). Even worse if Fellow tries to get it on with Kalim, Jamil would worry that he might catch a disease. That absolutely cannot happen! Maybe Fellow can get Gidel to distract him: he keeps "borrowing" stuff from the storage room, someone needs to stop him! (Imagine a Tom&Jerry chase scene, but the one being chased is the cat) But the one pairing that interests me the most out of the ones you mentioned was definitely Ace/Fellow, just imagining the combined douchebag energy makes my blood boil with anger. Also, every Ace ship I like has to face the brother-tax (he keeps stealing his things), but at least this time it makes a little sense. Both Fellow and Ace's bro work at theme parks, they have so much in common already! Last but not least, from what I could gather from your previous answers, I'm guessing we're also going to see some MobFellow in the future, right? I'm very excited to know more about his... um... work situation. I've actually been meaning to ask you something Mob related for quite a while (not with Fellow but with another character), but since I've already written an essay, I'll save it for another time. Sorry, and good day!

SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY AHHH AND LOL SORRY ANON, I really couldn’t pick one! It’s impossible…

Alright if I ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO, let’s go with Ace; he is clingy, hot-headed, annoying and horny enough for that LOL Just like you said, it’s the combined douchebag energy! I really like the idea of- you know what, I’ll talk about these two tomorrow when I post the hc post >:3 I have much to say. But also, totally agree with the brother-tax. You go, Trappola-aniki, steal Fellow from him. I feel like they would actually end up having a lot in common and maybe even genuinely enjoy each other company, oh no… (also Damn there are a lot of gingers in this whole situation…)

Kalim/Fellow is super fun though, they deserve their own sitcom. It’s super easy to imagine everything you’ve mentioned and described; poor Fellow, he doesn’t even know that he is about to experience Jamil’s overprotective nature!...

What I found interesting about their interactions is that even though it feels like Fellow would easily sell his body and soul to Kalim and shower in his money, whenever Kalim actually tells Fellow that he would pay him, Fellow looks very offended. I guess it’s because Kalim being so carefree with his money and unintentionally flexing is very irritating and even insulting. Kalim gets so confused by this reaction, he just wanted to help...

So I can picture Fellow getting nervous surrounded by Kalim’s riches, keeping Gidel close to himself in case he pickpockets something (he’ll still manage steal so much shit). With this feeling in the back of Fellow’s mind that even though Kalim is kind and sweet, he could easily try to buy him just like Fellow’s bosses always do, and he’d be waiting for this moment very tensely… and maybe even anticipating for it at some point. Maybe after some time, he’d start hoping for it. Man would go full 180 in his mind while Kalim is just out there trying to be the best host possible lol

(As for Jamil… Who knows, maybe Kalim would even be cursed enough to ask Jamil about whether he’s jealous or not… or even worse, he won’t even ask, just tell Jamil not to worry about it. This is so much worse, Jamil would overblot again due to the stupidity of the situation…)

About the Mobs: YES, we posted a bunch of Mobs/Fellow stuff in my locked (as in privated) acc for some unedited smut, and I’ll write something up very soon too :3

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dindadjarin · 2 years

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A Chance Encounter — 4

pairing: din djarin x reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, some angst, but also fluff

an: At last, an update from me. I’m so sorry this took so long, I just wanted it to be perfect and seeing Din on a weekly basis again really sparked the inspiration I needed back in my brain! I hope you guys enjoy! There’s only a couple of parts left to this story and I can’t wait to see what you think of this one. Reblogs are very appreciated as well as feedback!

back to part three

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There’s happy chatter accompanying the bustling crowds in the streets of Lothal, something that is unsurprising given the perfectly sunny weather of the day. You make your way into town quietly, the hood of your cloak covering your face just enough that you’re not recognizable to most of the people who pass you by. You adjust the soft white material over your head and focus on feeling the texture of the intricate embroidery on its borders to calm down. Nerves should be something you should have forgotten about by now, with the diminished imperial presence in Lothal and the successful Battle of Yavin. But one could never be too careful, with the Empire still hunting rebels left and right.

Old habits die hard, and you’re sure you’ll never grow out of looking over your shoulder now and then.

Focusing you gaze ahead to the crowded streets; you smile at the woman walking various Loth-cats —she’s struggling to get one of them to collaborate. The black Loth-cat in question has found a small patch of sunlight and refuses to move away from it. You laugh softly and continue your way towards the market, shifting your baskets from one hand to another when your arm gets tired. Quick good mornings and hellos are exchanged as you navigate the streets and old customers of yours greet you. You smile kindly at each one and continue your path, that is until you overhear two words that make you stop on your tracks. Razor Crest. That’s what one of the men gathered around a fruit vendor on the street just said.

It can’t be, you think to yourself with a shake of your head yet still make your way to the food stand. Pretending to admire the perfectly ripe Meilooruns, you tune into the conversation to your right.

“I’m telling you. I saw a Razor Crest just now.” One of the men tells the other as he hands some credits to the vendor. “It’s in a hangar by the transport station if you don’t believe me. Though I don’t know who’d be flying around in that old thing.”

I do. You think.

It takes everything in you not to break into a sprint and casually walk away instead. You don’t. No need to bring that kind of attention to yourself or make everyone believe you’re a thief. So you walk in the direction you were originally going to for two blocks before rounding a corner and heading to the opposite direction. One of the main advantages of knowing Lothal is that you know the best shortcuts to get to certain places, and in this case, you are more than thankful for the one that leads to the hangars. The closer you get, the more you pick up the pace, until you reach an almost-empty street and begin to run.

The hood of your cloak falls back from your head and trails after you as you run, and a simple question comes to mind while buildings blur past you. Is it you? Is it you? Is it you?

When you round the last corner and come head-to-head with the hangar, the question is immediately answered. The Razor Crest stands there bathed in sunlight, as shiny and beautiful as the first day you saw it. The same day you met its owner. The strong and intimidating Mandalorian with the softest heart hidden behind beskar.

The Crest’s hatch opens then, and you’re frozen to your spot as anticipation thrums in your veins. It fizzles and makes you warm all-over. It makes your heart beat loudly in your chest. It makes you hold your breath and clutch your baskets tighter as you wait for him to appear.

Yet nothing truly prepares you for the immense wave of emotion that washes over you the moment he walks down the hatch. Sunlight catches on his armor and makes his helmet shine, his steps are strong and confident until he reaches the ground and tilts his helmet ever so slightly at you. Told you I’d be back, it seems to say, and it gets your body moving again.

“It’s you!” You gasp, warmth and happiness flooding your body all at once. You feel no hesitation to approach him, let your baskets fall to the ground, and throw your arms around him; your height difference makes you step on the tip of your toes to put your arms around his neck but you don’t mind. This is what you’ve yearned for, seeing him again and pouring out all the feelings you’ve gathered inside your heart since the last time you saw him. “You’re back.”

The Mandalorian wraps his arms around your waist in a secure hold and you’re surprised by the fierce way he hugs you to him. You feel tension melt from your shoulders and back, and your ever-present anxiety soothed by being close to him. You’ve never felt safer, and the feeling is quick to bring tears to your eyes.

“You knew I’d be.” He tells you, voice low but giving away the emotion behind it. “I was coming to find you at the shop.”

“I’m not there anymore.” You shake your head where it’s settled by his neck. “There’s a lot to catch you up with.”

With a deep breath you take a step back and wipe your tears away. Your smile though, is so big it’s hurting your cheeks, but you don’t care, not when he’s there with you. Both of your hands hold his forearm as you speak. “I was just in town to get some things for my cottage, would you join me?”

Mando nods in an instant, and you have a feeling he’s smiling behind the helmet. “I came here to see you. Lead the way.”

I came here to see you. Telling your heart not to jump in place seems impossible, so you let it dance around in your chest at his words.

You can only beam up at him when you nod back, then take a moment to put your hood back in place. The Mandalorian bends down and picks up your baskets, keeping one in his grasp and handing you the other one. With one motion from his hand, you begin to make your way out of the hangar leaving behind the faint sound of the Crest’s hatch closing back up.

The two of you walk side by side, hands brushing and hearts thrumming as you pass the same buildings you rushed by before –more calmly this time. Despite you trying to help it, you look to your right at the Mandalorian and smile again. He turns to you when he senses your eyes on him and you feel your body burn.

“Hi.” You say pathetically.

The Mandalorian tilts his helmet and there’s a clear smile on his voice when he speaks. “Hello.”

You laugh at your own foolishness and Mando joins you with his own chuckle. After a moment, he points at your cloak.

“This is new.”

Lowering the volume of your voice as you reach the crowded street once again, you nod. “Yeah, I’m keeping a low profile, now.”

“Are you being followed?” He asks lowly, gloved hand fluttering next to yours, as if readying himself for a fight.

You shake your head and smile. “No, I just avoid town as much as I can now. Since you know what happened and the empire is looking for rebels everywhere.”

Mando hums absorbing your words, but you go on, needing to put him at ease. “I try not to give off mechanic vibes is all, which means I don’t work as much as before, but after everything I don’t mind a break.”

“The last time we spoke…” The Mandalorian begins, letting the words hang between you. “You looked exhausted. A break is a good call.”

Months after the tearful call in your previous workshop, you’d given in and called him again. You were settled in Yavin then, fixing more ships than you could count while still mourning the loss of your friends. Without enough sleep and throwing yourself into your work to forget about your feelings, exhausted was an understatement. One night, you’d felt your anxiety make itself known again, worse than ever before, and dialed his comm-code with shaky hands. You talked to the man standing next to you for 25 minutes, and it had felt like a soothing balm over the wound in your heart.

You chuckle at his words, “Now that’s funny coming from the man who never sleeps.”

It’s him that briefly laughs this time but tilts his helmet agreeing with you. “That’s different.”

“I know.” You nod. Mando chooses not to sleep during his hunts while you’re so afraid of your own anxiety you can’t fall asleep most nights. “Come on, we have to make a few stops.”

The Mandalorian nods and follows you to a couple of produce stands, where you peruse the various fruits and vegetables in display. They’re all so colorful and look so fresh you hope the vendors have a great sale day. After considering all your options, you tell the vendor what you’ll be getting and pay him the necessary credits before putting the vegetables and fruits in your basket.

Mando’s voice is low as he stands closer to you and puts the rest of the produce in the wicker basket. “How are you, though? Really.”

You sigh and look up at him briefly, “Right now? Perfect. Other days, better than that night.”

He nods and follows you as you walk away, the two of you thanking the vendor before you go. “Will this last until your next trip?” He asks.

He’s examining the items you’ve purchased, probably realizing they’re not too many. For someone who’s trying to visit the town at least. You nod your head, “I grow other vegetables in my garden. I’ll have enough.”

Mando nods and continues to walk with you. This time it is you that asks him a question. “How did you find me?” You glance at him briefly before approaching a stall across the street, this one belonging to a baker.

“You’re well known on the Outer Rim you know.” The Mandalorian says, worry clear as day in his tone.

You smile and let someone else buy their bread first, then take a step further away from the stall when you speak to the man beside you. “You worry others will be able to find me, just like you did.” It’s a worry that you’ve had as well, multiple times, especially when you first arrived back to Lothal.

“Anyone could.” He nods, voice low as he looks around.

“I don’t think that’s true,” You shrug, attempting to put yourself and him at ease, “Don’t downplay your investigation, Mando.”

You offer him a sunny smile before you talk to the baker in the stall with whom you interchange a few words. You move to pay the bread once it’s handed to you but Mando stops you, paying for it himself.

“For the last repairs,” He says, and you roll your eyes at him, knowing it's best not to argue. Even if those repairs were years ago.

“Thank you.” You tell him softly and place the bread in your basket.

With a grateful smile towards the baker you leave the stall and continue onto the next. Mando leans closer to you, worry coming out of him in waves. His visor looks straight ahead even when he leans closer to speak to you.

“If you know who to ask.” He begins, “They do know about you.”

“That’s only people from Ferrix, and some from Lothal, no one else knows me or my name.” You dismiss his worry with another shrug, the last thing you want is to go down a rabbit hole of nerves. Again.

“But they’d recognize you if they see you.” Mando sighs, exasperated by your nonchalance.

You stop walking and turn so that you’re facing him. Your free hand finds his and you give it a tight squeeze. “Let’s worry about that later alright? It’s a nice day and they’re selling flowers in that corner, come on.”

Your feet start moving before he can say anything else, walking towards the stalls further into the market. A smile makes its way to your face when you feel Mando catch up and fall into step next to you.

“You brought the Crest for a little maintenance?” You ask him when you reach the flower stall, deciding to shift the conversation away from your well-being. You take your hood off to better observe the different colors of the flowers in front of you and gasp lightly when you spot sunflowers at the very top of a display.

“No.” You see when Mando shakes his head out of your peripheral. “I came here to see you.”

You smile while your stomach does a flip and open your mouth to speak. The Mandalorian cuts you off.

“How much for the sunflowers?” Mando asks the vendor. She’s an old lady with a set of intricate braids decorating her hair.

“Five credits for the bouquet.” She says with a smile.

The Mandalorian reaches for his pouch and places the credits on the old lady’s hand before you can even say something. The lady hands them over to him with a knowing look and bids the two of you farewell.

Mando clears his throat and wordlessly hands the sunflowers to you.

“Is this for the repairs too?” You ask, voice soft as you look up at him, schooling the look on your face from gone for this man, to pleasant surprise.

He shakes his head, “ No.”

“Thank you.” You look down at the flowers to avoid looking into his eyes, feeling your chest fluttering like crazy —your heart so happy it wants to burst out and take its own look at the man in front of you.

When you look up at him again, his gloved hand fixes your hood back in place and once satisfied with your partly concealed identity, he drops his hand back to his side — only then you realize you were holding your breath.

“I know somewhere else you can land the Crest.” You tell him, breaking the silence and leading the way back to the hangar, basket and flowers in hand. “I heard people talking about seeing your ship, that’s how I found you first.”

“Thank you.” He says, his voice full of gratefulness.

The Mandalorian keeps one of the baskets in hand while the two of you walk back to his ship. Comfortable silence settles between you even though there are so many things you want to talk about. It’s not safe to do so with all the people walking around you, though. No. You’ll wait until you’re back in your cottage and there’s no one to eavesdrop your conversation. You’re surprised to see Mando lead the way back this time, knowing the way as if he’s lived in Lothal all his life. Though you suppose it’s an acquired skill of a Mandalorian; memorizing his path so he never gets lost.

Once back at the hangar, Mando opens the hatch of the Crest and motions for you to go inside first. You put on a calm expression on your face as you go in, hiding how thrilled you actually are to see the inside of his ship. Regardless of your repairs in the past, you’ve never worked on the inside of the ship, only its exterior. So up until now it’s remained a mystery to you. This act of trust, Mando sharing his space with you, constricts your heart with emotion and makes the flutter in your chest return. You look around, scanning the hull’s layout and the various crates the Mandalorian has scattered around. There’s a ‘fresher to your right, a ladder leading up to the cockpit and a sleeping cot that if you’re honest, doesn’t look comfortable at all.

“You can leave your basket here.” The Mandalorian says, making you turn around.

He puts the one he was holding inside an empty crate and you nod, doing the same with yours. Your flowers though, stay with you, clutched in the hollow of your left arm even as you climb up the ladder to the cockpit. Once there, you take in the vast array of buttons and switches in front of you; there’s nav computer between all of them, right in front of the pilot’s seat. Something akin to delight must show on your face because Mando chuckles behind you.

You look at him sheepishly. “What?”

“Do you know how to pilot a ship?” He asks, tilting his helmet curiously at you.

“Yeah but I haven’t in a while.” You look between the nav computer and Mando’s visor. “Can I?”

He nods once to give you an all clear, and you smile. After setting your flowers down on the co-pilot seat, you play around with the screen inputting the coordinates and setting the crest’ course. “It’s only a couple of miles away from the town.” You tell him as you step away from the dashboard.

He nods once more and settles on the pilot’s chair. You do the same in the other one, placing the sunflowers over your lap as Mando starts up the ship and takes off the ground.

“Don’t fly too high.” You tell him suddenly, uselessly looking out for his safety. He’s an intimidating Mandalorian why would he need you to keep him safe? “The lower you are the harder it is for the empire’s scanners to detect you.”

“There’s barely any imperial presence here. Unlike the first time I was here.” He comments after a nod. His gaze moves from the windshield to the nav computer, following your coordinates and leaving the town behind.

“Gotta thank a rebel cell that used to be here for that.” You smile and look out the transparisteel. “I’ve met the General, she’s really nice.”

After short minutes you’re able to see your cottage, and the small mountains on either side of it in the distance. “You can land on the far side of the southern mountain.” You tell Mando, pointing to the place you mean. “No one will see the ship from there thanks to the hill on the other side.”

The Mandalorian nods and lands smoothly.

Once the Crest’s engine is shut off, you’re quick to descend the cockpit eager to be home. Mando stops you from taking the baskets out of the crate and does it himself, carrying one in each had after he opens the hatch. You shake your head at him but smile anyways before stepping out of the crest.

“It doesn’t look like much.” You shrug with a smile, as the two of you make your way to the small cottage in the distance. “But wait till you see the inside.”

You feel Mando’s gaze on you for the rest of the walk, and you have a feeling he’s smiling under his helmet. There’s no way to know for sure, though. Shaking the thought away, you take out your keys and open the door, motioning the Mandalorian to go inside.

“Make yourself at home.” You tell him with a smile, locking the door behind you.

You leave your cloak by the door and walk to the small kitchen where you take your vase from under the sink and fill it with water. It’s been a while since the flower stall opened in Lothal and a long while since you displayed any flowers in your kitchen table. Satisfied with the way the sunflowers look, you look around your home. The ivy plants hanging from the main window give the living room some color as well as the yellow rug you’d gotten for a bargain when you first moved in. Those two things plus your terracotta makeshift couch are the only colorful things in your bone white home; paint is expensive these days, and you don’t know how much longer you’ll be here so painting the walls hasn’t been a priority.

Movement in the kitchen catches your attention again and you turn to see the Mandalorian unpacking your baskets for you. Your ears burn at the sight. Him in your home looks so out of place but also feels so right? In another life, you think, and in other circumstances, maybe this is what your lives would be like…

Snapping yourself out of it, you move to where he stands. These thoughts won’t do you any good, especially when you know that in another life you probably wouldn’t even meet him.

“Thank you, Mando.” You tell him with a smile, taking some of the unpacked veggies and putting them in their place next to the sink.

There are a few beats of silence before he speaks up again. “Din.”

“Huh?” You turn to face him, wondering if he said something else and you didn’t catch it. You wouldn’t put it past you.

“That’s my name.” He says quietly. “Din Djarin.”

Oh.

You don’t know what the feeling that suddenly floods your body is called, but you’ll settle for utter happiness. Din Djarin. He’d shared his name with you, for the first time since your encounter in Ferrix. You finally know the name of the man that you’ve grown so fond of. Din Djarin.

“Din.” You say liking the way it feels to say it before beam at him. “Thank you for trusting me with it.”

Din nods and you walk closer to him. The baskets are now empty next to both of you, forgotten as you look up into his visor. His hands fidget by his sides before he takes a step closer to you.

“Thank you for the flowers,” You add and then chuckle with a glance at the baskets, “And the bread.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He shakes his head and looks away, flustered. You can imagine the vulnerability he’s feeling after revealing something so personal to who he is as a person.

So you take his hand with a smile stuck in your face and change the topic. “Would you like to help me cook? I did promise some catching up.” Your head motions to the small stove behind you. “You can catch me up to your adventures too.”

“I-I don’t know how to cook.” Din holds your hand back, squeezing your fingers as you lead him to the stove. You finally let go when you move to take a pot and a pan out of the pantry.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.” You smile over your shoulder. “I’ll teach you.”

The two of you work together from then on. Din following your instructions and you telling him about your whereabouts as you cook some onions in a pan. The air around you makes your stomach rumble and you wonder when was the last time Din had a proper meal.

“After Yavin, they sent me back here to Lothal. I’m waiting for the rebellion to find a new base.” You explain to him after the sizzling.

“With barely any imperial officers here, why not open your shop?” Din watches your every move and you smile, liking that even though these aren’t mechanics he’s still eager to learn.

“A shop would be too flashy and there are spies everywhere. I do work sometimes.” You shrug, taking some of the vegetables he’s chopped and putting them in the pan with the onions. You add some spices next and hum as their smell fill the kitchen’s air. “Those who know me from years ago sometimes ask me for repairs. I go to town, help, and come back.”

“I didn’t see a speeder bike. How do you get to town?” Din asks, as he follows your silent instructions to move the vegetables on the pan over to the pot.

“I walk.” You say simply, covering the vegetables with some water and throwing in some herbs.

He makes a tisk sound with his tongue, tilting his head. “That’s not safe.”

“Din.” You chuckle, loving the way his name sounds. “I can take care of myself. I have a knife.”

“You need a blaster.” He says, copying your intonation after a shake of his head, and it makes you laugh. “I’m serious.”

“Alright, I’ll get myself a blaster.” You concede.

“You can have one of mine.” Din tells you, looking at you for a moment before he clears his throat and looks at the stewing vegetables. “What’s next?”

“We just wait. Later we’ll toast some bread to go with it.” You smile and take his now ungloved hand in your grasp. “Come on, let me show you the garden.”

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The scrape of cluttery on plates is the only other sound in the calm of your back garden. You showed Din around your place until the food was ready, and decided to settle in the grass to eat both of your meals. Din had even accepted your suggestion of eating back-to-back to join you in your meal. So, now here you are chatting while you eat the vegetable stew you prepared and basking in the slowly setting sun.

“What are those markers in your plants for?” Din asks, curious as always. His voice now smooth as velvet, undisturbed by the modulator. “The ribbons.”

“Oh, I put those there to remember which vegetable I planted.” You talk in between bites of food, your back pressed to Din’s as you point to the different herbs and tiny plants sprouting from the soil patches around you. “The red ribbon is for the tomatoes I planted last month, blue is for the peppers, those are only a week old, and the green one is for carrots.”

“That’s smart.” Din’s voice sounds far away, as if he’s in deep thought. “I guess you need those markers for a watering schedule?”

You beam, despite him not being able to see it. “Exactly, they have different schedules and not all of them need the same amount of water.”

“Or sunlight.” Din adds, making an educated guess based on where some of your crops are planted.

“That’s right.” You tell him with a nod, which again he can’t see but you don’t care. “I don’t have a green thumb though, a lot of them have died on me.”

Din chuckles, a wonderful sound you wish to bottle up for days when you need some cheer. “You seem to be doing just fine.”

“Thank you, Din.” Your eyes move down to your plate as you glow from within at the praise. “I’ve been talking too much, how have you been?”

Din places his now empty plate next to him and picks up his helmet again. He puts it on and shifts where he sits so he faces you –his identity concealed once again. “Busy. Everything seems to cost more nowadays, and jobs keep paying less.”

You place your empty plate on top of his and settle down on the grass. The green blades are comforting underneath you, warm from the earlier morning sun. You look up at Din, smiling at him as you give him your full attention; it makes him chuckle again. The Mandalorian leans back on his hands and looks up at the sky as he begins to tell you about his work. He recounts various difficult jobs, most of which had other people going after the same bounty. Din also tells you about other amusing bounties he’s gone after, which ensued trouble for him and leave you laughing at his embarrassing misfortunes. He chuckles along with you even though he claims he didn’t consider any of it funny when it happened.

He grows quiet after a while, and just when you think he’s done sharing any more stories, he speaks again. His voice is low, almost like he’s forcing the words out, but he doesn’t stop.

“I took a couple of jobs with a group of mercenaries too.” He says, lying on the ground next to you and fidgeting with his hands over his abdomen. “Those people…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.” You reassure him with a quiet voice, the last thing you want is for him to feel uncomfortable.

Din shakes his head. “There are bad people, then there’s them. The things we did… I regret all of them.” He sighs and looks away from you, hands going back to fidgeting nervously.

Even with his helmet on you can feel the embarrassment and worry coming out of him in waves, it makes a stinging ache settle on your chest.

“Din, whatever you’re thinking about right now, stop it.” You urge. “I don’t see you any differently because of what you did. You’re a provider to your covert, it’s something you had to do. Besides, you left that group behind in the end.”

Din sighs but his helmet turns so his visor is looking at you. You offer him a smile and change the topic, anything to make the bitter taste the experience left him go away. “I’ve been meaning to ask, how does one become a Mandalorian?”

He visibly relaxes and lets out a deep breath. “There’s a baptism, where you take the Mandalorian Creed. I took mine when I was boy.”

“Is that when you got your helmet?” You ask, turning on your side as curiosity gets the best of you.

“Yes.” Din nods, “My covert took me in when I lost my parents; they raised me as one of their own.”

“I’m sorry about your parents.” You whisper, picking at the blades of grass as a similar story comes to your mind. “I lost mine when I was very young too.”

Din’s visor meets your gaze again and you smile softly when one of his hands reaches for yours. “They owned a transport freighter, travelled between systems supplying various goods to merchants… one day they were ambushed by pirates and well you can imagine the rest.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Din tells you gently. “Was your father the one who taught you mechanics?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “People assume that but no, it was my mom. Everything dad and I knew came from her.”

“That’s really nice.” He says after a hum, “It’s like you always carry a piece of them.”

You nod, eyes stinging with unshed tears at the memory. “I bet you carry a bit of your parents with you too.”

Din mirrors your nod, his gaze going back to the sky. “The color of my armor. It’s red to honor them.”

The two of you look at the pink and peach colored clouds together; lost in thought, pondering the new information of the day, and relaxed in the comfort of the other. No one speaks, the stillness around you too beautiful to disturb. The plants sway with the wind, the grass tickles your skin, and the changing colors of the sky put you at ease. Din gives your hand a squeeze and your heart skips a beat. When was the last time you felt this way?

It’s many minutes later that Din stands up from his spot, his visor looking down at you before he speaks. “I’ll be right back.”

You nod and watch his retreating figure go back in the direction of the Crest. Deciding to check on the sprouting tomato plants, you stand up and walk closer to the garden. You hum to yourself and pick out some of the weeds growing between some plants as you wait for Din to get back. The sound of his boots breaks your focus, and you glance up to see him walking back to where you stand.

There’s a blaster in his hand that he offers to you with a nod of his helmet. It makes you laugh.

“You really weren’t joking before.” You tell him with a smile, but accept the blaster, nonetheless. It’s a small and easily concealed weapon with a leather handle that allows for a good grip; the more you examine it, the more you realize you can easily tuck it in one of your utility belts. He kept that in mind, without you even mentioning it.

“You need it to protect yourself.” He says and gestures to the weapon in your hand. “Do you know how to shoot?”

“I have shot one before but it’s not like I know how to.” A frown settles on your lips when you look back at him. “Maybe it’s not a good idea.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Din tells you, parroting your earlier words back to you. There’s a smile weaved into his tone as he speaks. “I’ll teach you.”

True to his word, he takes some spare sacks of soil you had lying around and carries them up a hill in the distance. And even though you should be focusing, you can’t tear your eyes away from him, especially with the way the pink and orange sky reflects off his helmet and pauldrons. It’s so pretty, you wish you had a way to document it. The thought alone makes you chuckle, what would Din say if you told him he looked pretty.

Once Din is back, he stands behind you and his hands cover yours in the process. “First you need to take the safety off.” He tells you, his voice a soothing sound by your ear. His thumb guides yours to it the safety, which you push down.

“Now, line this up with your eye.” Din whispers, pointing at the small metal bar on top of the blaster. His body comes closer to you as he fixes your grip on the weapon and you can feel his body heat despite him wearing armour. Like a magnetic pull, you lean closer to him. “It’ll help you aim.” He explains.

You nod and close one eye, doing as he says and aiming at the sack in the middle. Your hands tingle where they brush with against his and you’re grateful when he steps back, letting you concentrate. “Okay.” You say, breathing deeply to calm down before you take a shot.

“Now pull the trigger.” Din whispers again.

You shoot, certain that you’ll hit the target but miss the sack by a long shot. Din tilts his helmet and shrugs when you look at him in embarrassment. “Let’s try again.”

Almost an hour later and satisfied with you hitting all targets, Din offers to do the dishes. However, as he probably expected, you refuse but offer that he helps you instead. Which finds you back at the kitchen sink, side by side as you clean everything up. Din talks to you about Mandalorian legends, the ones he grew up with, while he rinses everything that you clean with soap. You listen intently, glancing up at him every now and then when you hear the wonder in his voice. Mandalorian civilization, it turns out, used to be very beautiful back in the day.

“It’s getting dark out.” You say when you glance out the window, drying your hands in a towel you then offer Din. “Would you mind turning on the generator, please? It’s out by the garden.”

“Of course.” Din nods and goes out the back door, leaving the towel hanging by the sink.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest at his departure, this time out of anxiety. The day is already over and if you’re honest with yourself you don’t want Din to leave. Not yet. Not after the beautiful day you had.

Persistent beeping comes from the living room where you had left your data pad at the same time the lights come on in the cottage. You move to it, with what feels a lot like dread settling into your stomach. Rendevouz at the following coordinates. New base found. The message includes coordinates to a transport station and the time. Tomorrow.

“No.” You whisper to yourself. Your next breath hitches and a pit begins to form in your stomach.

“Is everything okay?” You must have zoned out looking at the data pad’s screen that you didn’t hear Din come in, his voice startles you only slightly before you turn to him. He’s leaning against the back doorway, helmet tilted as he looks at you.

There’s no point in lying. “No…”

Din straightens immediately and walks over to you, “What is it?”

You look up at Din’s visor, a sight so familiar to you it makes you smile lightly even as you get choked up. “I…” You shake your head and hand him the data pad, before move towards the window.

The beautiful fields of Lothal expand to your left while Din’s Razor Crest shines in the moonlight by the mountains to your right. Two things you’ll have to leave behind, the though alone makes your throat tighten with an all-familiar knot. “The Galaxy must be playing a cruel joke on me.” You say, gaze blurred by the tears gathering in your eyes.

“I don’t think so.” Din whispers from where he stands now next to you, his hand reaches for yours to bring your attention back to him. “cyari’ka.”

You turn even as your bottom lip quivers from the tears you’re desperate trying to hold back. Why must you always cry in front of him? “We barely get more than a day together, Din.”

“But we keep meeting again.” He says in a gently voice as his thumb wipes your tears away. “I think the stars in the galaxy are on our side.”

His care and reassurance are enough to break your willpower. You squeeze your eyes shut and let one of your contained sobs finally come to the surface at the same time you reach out to Din. Stepping closer, you wrap your arms securely around his waist as you cry, and he wastes no time holding you close. His hands clinging to the material of your shirt just as much yours cling to his flight suit, a painful mirror to your greeting that morning. You feel weightless in his arms, not used to having someone hold you up as you crumble down. After so long trying to hold yourself together on your own, the feeling is foreign but more than welcome, and despite the pain you’re in, your heart leaps in your chest. It’s okay, Din is saying while one of his hands moves to your hair, you’re going to be alright. He repeats the same words again, by your ear but your fear begins to muffle them until he sounds very far away.

“I’m scared, Din.” You tell him, shaking your head.

“What are you scared of?” His voice remains gentle, and he doesn’t move away.

A tearful laugh escapes you, where do I even start.

“I’m scared of never seeing you again, Din.” You confess quietly. “Of being…alone for who knows how long. I’m scared that the empire will wipe the rebellion out and that my friends’ sacrifices will be for nothing.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him as you think about the people you’ve lost over the years. “I’m scared that something will happen to you during a hunt and that I won’t ever find out.”

Din moves his hands towards your shoulders and urges you to take a step back. With a thumb under your chin, he lifts your gaze to him where his dark visor stares back at you. As always, you hope you’re meeting his eyes on the other side. “I’ve always found you, and no matter how hard it is, you know I will find you again.”

You open your mouth to speak and shake your head. Another what if gets caught in your throat but he speaks up before you can. “I have anxieties about the Empire too, and they’re because of you… but I trust you’ll be safe.” His voice is low; there’s confidence laced with emotion in every word. “The same way you need to trust that nothing’s going to happen to me that I can’t handle.”

“You’ll take care of yourself?” You ask him quietly, eyes tearing up once more.

Din nods and when he speaks again his voice cracks almost imperceptibly. “You can comm me, to make sure.”

You shake your head. “That’s for emergencies only.”

“Not for you.” He says firmly, as if erasing his previous words with those three. “If it’s safe and you need me…don’t hesitate to call.”

The nod you give him is immediate, but your voice still breaks despite the hope his words placed in your chest. “Stay until the morning?” You ask.

Din clears his throat nods, stepping close to you once again. “I’ll fly you to where you need to go myself.”

He’s always so wonderful, so generous; everything about him a stark contrast to his exterior. While others might find him intimidating, you see his presence as comforting. Which is why the day you spent with him planted a foolish hope of spending more time with him, of him being in your future even when you know the two of you are living dangerous enough lives to not have that future guaranteed. Din can save his own skin, being one of the best bounty hunters, but you? You have your mechanics knowledge and now a blaster. But who knows how long you’ll make it for.

Still, you really hope you’ll see him again and have him hold you like this again. A shelter from loneliness’ cruel grip and the Galaxy’s dangers.

You bite your lip when it trembles once more. “I’m going to miss you, Din Djarin.”

“I will too.” The Mandalorian leans his helmet down until it meets your forehead as lightly as a kiss.

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to be continued

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cherrywoodmaeg · 1 year

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Shortcut, Pt. 10

Last chapter had the worst cliffhanger. Good thing I didn't disappear for no reason leaving all three (3) of you readers hanging.

Anyways, I'm thankful that some of you reached out. I have no intention of abandoning this story, and I have a few more chapters ready to be released.

Lots of love!

A long way home

Jon had absolutely no idea where he was. The trees around him grew high and only scarcely allowed the sun to shine through. Upon waking up, he had found himself without his coat, lying on the mossy ground, covered in mud and wet.

A dull headache began to form behind his forehead. Where the hell am I? Where is Niphka?

Jon groaned and ran his hands over his face. He only vaguely remembered the past night and tried to get the impressions it had left into the right order.

We had a chat, I went to sleep, and then –

It dawned on him.

The ship.

His dreaming state had transported him back onto the HMS Triumph, back into that room with Gregson and Doyle, back into the water, without air, without a chance of survival, until…

Niphka.

Jon remembered the panic blinding him as his mind was stuck between sleep and consciousness. He remembered running. He remembered falling. And then, nothing.

“What have I done?”

Jon tried calling for Niphka. He cried her name until his voice grew hoarse and his throat yearned for water. Despite his protesting ankle, Jon staggeringly began to walk. If he wanted to survive, sitting around wouldn’t do him any good.

After travelling with his giant companion, Jon’s own speed seemed agonizingly slow. When the sun began to hide behind clouds, he could only guess how much time passed. Eventually, Jon stumbled across a rocky road meandering through the woods. It was really more of a desire path, but it left him with a dilemma: left or right?

Before he could make his choice though, he heard something.

“Niphka?” he yelled, barely daring to hope.

“Hello?”

Someone had answered, but Jon didn’t recognize the voice. He took a few steps toward where he presumed its source. As the path bent, he was confronted with a new scene.

A chaise lay in the ditch, one of its large wheels broken. A white pony stood nearby peacefully gnawing on a twig. And on top the damaged carriage sat a very angry woman, who, upon seeing him, jumped off and stomped towards him.

“Perfect! You!” She pointed her finger at Jon, who came to a halt in confusion.

“Tell me you saw them!”

Jon had no idea what she was talking about.

“Don’t just stand around, man! You’ll be my witness!”

Despite her robust leather soles, she was a lot smaller than Jon. Nevertheless, her determination and her strong voice made her a force to be reckoned with, as Jon was about to find out. She looked young, barely of age, and wore her honey blonde hair in a braided knot. Rogue strands had fallen out at several places and made her appearance worn. Her orange and yellow clothes were cut like a hunter’s vest and trousers, but the embroidery on it as well as the ornaments on the carriage revealed that she came from money.

“Witness to what?”

She merely groaned.

Jon grew annoyed. “Look, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.”

She flopped herself down next to the intact wheel of her chaise.

“If you didn’t see those idiots shoving me off the street, you’re useless to me.”

Jon ignored her grouse and walked past to stroke the pony.

“What’s his name?”

“That’s Ferdi. And since you’re asking so politely, I’m Ida.”

“Jon” he responded without looking at her. His interest had wandered over to the broken wheel.

“Why are you half-naked?”

Jon sighed. “Long story.”

She shrugged. “Well, you wear whatever you want. Or don’t.” Ida got on her feet and pulled a wooden box out of her chaise’s seat.

“Want to share lunch?” The piece of bread she waved at him seemed like the most delicious thing in the world. Jon sat beside her and dug his teeth into it. It was dry, but he could barely restrain himself from devouring it all at once.

“Eat like a person, man. When’s the last time you’ve had something?”

Her sceptical eyes scanned him up and down.

“Are you a vagabond or something?”

“’M trying t’get home,” he responded between chews.

“And where’s that?”

“M’llershby.”

That only made her suspicion rise.

“On foot?”

Jon swallowed his last bite.

“Do you like to interrogate people for fun?”

“Lots of strange people around.” She wiped her hands on her clothes.

“Well, at least I have this piece of evidence so I can get those idiots a proper prosecution for their offense on traffic law.” She pulled a dirty green jacket from the carriage.

“Hey, that’s my coat!” Jon yelled in surprise.

“You can’t have it back. It’s evidence.”

Jon nearly rolled his eyes.

“Alright, Ida. If I can repair your chaise, will you give me my coat back?”

She looked at him in surprise. and then gave him her hand to shake.

“I’ll tell you what, Jon: If you repair that pile of chaos, I will not only give you your coat back, I will actually pay you.” And she added, “If you don’t mess it up.”

Now, Jon almost had to laugh. “Deal!”

Part 9 < Part 10 > Part 11

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #original characters #giant/tiny #size difference #shortcut g/t #sfw g/t #g/t angst

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Get to know my OC II

I was tagged by @gummybugg here! I encourage everyone to check out what Blair and Elijah said about themselves!

Tagging! @heavensfallenfaction, @chuuyas-beloved, @aether-wasteland-s, @silverslipstream and @fire-but-ashes-too too! i thought it was funny ok

Check out past contestants! Guan Zhuyu from MoS

For this one, I choose the main from And May the Moon Shine Over Your Ways, my little guy, Tiv!

Behind the sea of golden crops, I saw an auburn bush. I chose a shortcut and after a moment, the rest of the elf was revealed. They were lying on the dry grass, reading a book. Even though they were pretty tall, they looked delicate. Without me asking, they softly said “how can I help you?”

“Ah. It’s pretty easy. You don’t have to go anywhere,” I added, as they were getting from lying to sitting. “I’d like to ask you a few questions, that’s all.”

“Oh? That sounds… fun?”

“It will be fun, I promise. Let us get started.”

1. Are you named after anyone?

That’s… not really a thing we do. Usually, we get names after some special events of talents. I have two! My first name ever was Tiveor’fiehuhue, it’s after an unusually warm winter day, when I was born. The second is Ipsenel, I got it as a child after helping a lot in something, I… I’m sorry, I don’t really remember what that was. My father should know, maybe try asking him?

2. When was the last time you cried?

*laughs* That was a bit cringey… My little sibling broke their tiny toy horse, the poor animal lost its head. When I saw it, them crying and the horse decapitated, my eyes got wet. It was such a cute toy, you know?

3. Do you have kids?

awkward silence …No.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

While talking with my older sister, yes. She deserves some stings. quiet giggle

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I’m a bit interested in cloth-making, so clothes.

6. What's your eye color?

Brown. Sei, I mean my sister, could probably tell you more. She paints a lot and is so good with colors! You wouldn’t believe how many different colors she can make.

7. Any special talents?

I’m decent at lacing. See? Not that bad. shows the lace at the end of his sleeve

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both. I… love all the stories, somehow.

9. Where were you born?

points at a close mansion Here!

10. What are your hobbies?

So nice of you to ask! Beside the laces, I make embroidery and knit! I practice Rhetoric, some tiny fun stuff. Usually things for my little sibling and their friends, spending time with tiny stars is inspiring beyond comparison. Of course, I read a lot of books too, of any genre like I said.

11. Do you have any pets?

When I was younger, we had a cat. She was brown and fluffy, and I used to hug her all the time. I’m not sure if she liked it though… Now we don’t have any. I think we should, it’s good for the children.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Sei knows a lot of sports and she tried… actually still tries to find something perfect for me. I can ride a horse, but that’s hardly a sport, just a basic transportation method… Oh, I know, ice skating! I enjoy that a bit! I guess the summer made me forget that.

13. How tall are you?

Uh… pretty tall? About as tall as my mother, we’re both just a dot taller than most.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Rhetoric. Talking to flowers and rocks was always fun for me!

15. Dream job?

Helping Sei. That’s probably what I will be doing, lucky me! Some villagers suggest that I should go to the capital and pursue Rhetorics but I… I’m happy with what I have. I want to leave that possibility for my younger sibling as well, we don’t have enough to send off two children. Ah, and above all, Sei won’t manage to be an acceptable ruler without me. laugh

“And that would be all!” I say, clothing my notebook. “By the way, what are you reading?”

“It’s a very convoluted romance. It made me cry so many times… The main character…” [the remaining 50 pages of Tiv’s blabbering was cut out by the redactor]

Ps, have I ever mentioned how much I love this tag?

ammsoyw taglist: @gummybugg, taglist is always open!

#writeblr #writer #my oc #fantasy #elf #writer on tumblr #quill for writing #ammsoyw #tiv

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Wednesday Wanderings and Wonderings - The Passage Edition

Passage Verdeau (6, rue de la Grange Batelière – 31, bis rue du Faubourg Montmartre, 75009 Paris)

Opened in 1846 by the Société du Passage Jouffroy, it was named after one of the members of this society, Mr. Verdeau, who "invented" the renting of linen for hotels, restaurants or other receptions. In the continuation of the Jouffroy and Panoramas passages, it is one of the clearest and most airy passages, with its high fishbone glass roof and a very pure design of neo-classical lines.

Since the opening of the Hôtel Drouot, the Passage has attracted many collectors. In addition to old books, one finds in this passage, second-hand cameras, old furniture, embroideries. There are also several restaurants and tea rooms. (Source)

*** But what is a passage? It is a private road open to the public, a shortcut between several roads, whether covered or not. As a pedestrian space, the passage can house both commerce and housing. Only the abundant decoration and the luxury of the stores differentiate a gallery from a passage. It’s the ancestor of today's shopping malls, the unique charm of Parisian covered passages will immediately transport you to the 19th century (Previous Posts)***

#CelineIsNotAnExpatAnymore #France life #Paris #passages #CelineAndPassagesInParis #CelineWandersAndWondersInParis

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MATHIAS SHAW'S HOME

Very few know where it is. It's very well hidden in one of the many nooks and crannies of Stormwind, only accessible if you know what specific shortcuts to take. So hidden, that some agents speculate whether he just lives in his office.

Those who do know: Renzik, Elling Trias, and the Wrynns ( it does not matter how much shaw serves turalyon, that bastard will not get personal shaw detail rights ) — these are the only people who have the privilege of sending things directly to his house, with Renzik being the only person allowed to physically show up at his house ( technically, the wrynns are too, but the likelihood of that happening is so very low he doesn't consider it. when the wrynns need him, HE goes to THEM )

This is not the same house he grew up in ( that house is long gone, after the ransacking of stormwind ), nor is it the same house he almost raised a family in ( after separating from edwin, pathonia and her favored assassins came in and emptied the house for him, all but dismantled it board by board so there was nothing left for him to lament over ). It's a one bedroom, basic little house with a second floor for an office and training space, and a yard for him to do what he pleases. It was commissioned shortly after he was coronated Spymaster.

To get there, it takes some weaving between the various ivory towers that border Old Town. Once you've found the correct opening — careful, it's a narrow squeeze, much easier to reach if you're shorter in stature — hug the wall and follow the path until your feet reach cobblestone. An opening appears; a humble grassy area, nestled nicely between ivory walls and unsuspecting buildings. Isolated. Protected. Plants line the sides of the cobblestone path leading to his front door ( on the left are plants often used in poisonous concoctions favored by rogues ; on the right are herbs often used in cooking and remedies ).

It's of your average Stormwinder architectural make. Nothing special. Some stones are arranged on its side in uneven layers; a closer inspection would yield the assumption that these are done on purpose, specifically, so Shaw may climb and scale the house to the roof with ease ( he likes to perch, to be above it all )

Entering the house, you are struck with the immediate scent of cinnamon and bay leaf tea. Often the house is cold; Shaw does not spend much time here, and has to nurse the fireplace. The living room is strikingly well furnished. Nearly everything is vintage; the rugs bear intricate patterns, the couches just as patterned, throw pillows with beautiful golden embroidery everywhere, throw blankets of various designs covering each couch and seat. The chandelier is an old fashioned make of candles. The picture frames are also old fashioned, each bearing various paintings of landscapes across Azeroth. There is a large piano at the side of the room, and the fireplace is bordered with stones and plants. A large book case is propped against the wall; a glimpse at the kitchen, and there is a table with one chair, the table cloth also bearing the same embroidered make. The entire living room is old fashioned.

It looks well kept, well decorated at first glance, doesn't it? But if you look carefully, you'll notice it's chaos; none of the couches and seats match. All of them divorced from their proper sets. The pillows and covers do not match in set either, each of different colors and different make. Every fashioned candle holder is different in color and make and date. The piano is dusty. It hasn't been touched in years ( mathias doesn't play piano. pathonia did. ). The rug does nothing to compliment any of the furniture or the color schemes happening; in fact, it runs a little too short than what an interior decorator would recommend for its placement. The bookcase has a broken leg, and is propped up by two textbooks about poisons.

The house is decorated by a man who knows nothing of the sort.

The thing is; he didn't choose any of these. Not really. These gaudy, embroidered, old fashioned, vintage, dark-academia-cottagecore-esque furnishings all used to belong to Pathonia. When she passed, she had a grotesque amount of belongings and no place to put them. What's in his house now are the things he handpicked from her stuff and shoved into his living room. Favorite pillows, favorite seats, favorite candles — so yeah, nothing really matches. The sheer clutter of it all makes it look like the house is well decorated, but it's an illusion. It's all just noise.

Aside from the chaos, he at least keeps the place well cleaned and organized.

Look to the walls, though. The staircase, even. All the wooden doorways, and the wooden railings of the staircase have been whittled and carved and sculpted into. On the doorways, unfinished carvings of flocks of birds. Eagles whittled in the railings, trailing up halfway before disappearing into unfinished shreds. Aimless. The carvings of birds overlap each other, as if the carver had run out of space and simply decided to carve more on top of what was already there. Even the coffee table has been whittled at its legs, though it looks to have been abandoned since one leg became uneven. All of it done by a man who seemed to have gotten bored, and took a knife without care or regard and just began cutting into every corner of the house he could get his hands on.

Everything in his kitchen is well organized and labeled clearly. Color coded. He has a gaudy old teapot that's seen better days. The utensils all come from different sets. When he has time, he cooks for himself. He likes those days. He doesn't always have time.

Upstairs, the decorations get a little less gaudy. He's running out of all the pillows and cloths and tapestries and candles to put up. His office is mostly bare, save for several potted succulents and another bookshelf ( this one, less dusty than the living room one ; he actually reads these books ). His bedroom is the plainest. A full size bed, white sheets, blue blankets. Two humble pillows. Generic nightstand. Generic wardrobe. His normal clothes that aren't armored leathers, uniforms, stealth gear, tactical gear, belts and satchels filled with weapons, have an autumn feel to them. Browns, olives, greys and dark blues. He favors turtlenecks and khakis and big coats.

Room decor is bare. There is a small, small framed picture ( yes, one of those old, gaudy ones from dear old patty ) of an old sketch of a little girl with charcoal black hair. No more than five years old. It's Shaw's drawing, unfinished, but all the important details are there. Her little smile. Her big cheeks. Her little bandana. A sketch is all he has; cameras didn't really come around until Year 28 after all. It's all he has of Ness.

This is Shaw's house. He doesn't spend too much time here. When it rains, he keeps all the curtains open to watch it. He sleeps on the couches more often than not. He carves on the wood when he gets antsy. And if he's lucky, he'll hear a meow outside, and find the tortoise shell stray cat he dubbed Tea Kettle that he likes to feed now and then. Sometimes he lets it inside. He can't have pets. She can't stay. He can't give her a home. But he still feeds her. And sometimes, she sleeps on one of the ugly throw pillows beside him on the couch.

#si report: meta #si report: headcanon #profile: intel #location: mathias' house #( i've been sitting on this headcanon for so long like tbh it was the moment i thought of THIS )#( that i decided to come back to rping shaw )#( and then i just KEPT FORGETTING TO ACTUALLY *WRITE* IT LMAOOO )#( anyways. i like to think about what a house for a guy like THis looks like. and it looks like this. )#( his living room just looks like a GRANDMA'S HOUSE )#( the kitchen too )#( you look at this place for longer than a minute and you're like ''oh. oh so this guy's CRAZY. ok got it.'' )#preemptive strike ; queue

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if it's ok, can i ask about what patterns/materials you used for your lbh cosplay from a couple months ago? 👉👈

of course!!! i modified patterns from this [ hanfu pattern book ], which i think does a really good job of walking you through what you need to do.

[id: two screenshots from a book showing how to cut and sew a hanfu shirt and it's measurements.]

it's got about 10 patterns, and there's also a bunch of variations and shortcut suggestions. i bought the book in metric units, but it also comes in imperial.

my pants, under robe (you can only see about an inch peeking thru at the collar when i'm not wearing my face mask), and my coat were all linen i got from joann. the main black fabric was a polyester satin with bamboo brocade that i got on etsy. i later found it in fashion district on a day trip for muchhhhhhhh cheaper. it's also on [ amazon ]. the red satin on the sleeves was pulled from my rough draft, and i think i also got it from joann. because i made all the layers instead of "cheating" them as one or two layers, wearing binghe gets very toast.

the matching purse i made i used my left over linen for the lining, and the green satin was the last ~half yard from the same etsy shop i got my black satin from. my face mask i made using nose clips from amazon, elastic from either my mom's sewing stuff or joann, and scrap fabric. i copied the pattern of a target cloth mask i had laying around, and then i hand sewed chiffon along the sides and top of the mask. the dangling accessory is embroidery floss and a bead from my brother, and i just tied it to my elastic. at con, i wore a disposable under the mask bc it's not mask-approved fabric.

[id: a photo of me in luo binghe cosplay. i'm holding a purse and wearing a face mask.]

the belt is made from eva foam! i think i used 4mm, and i used acrylic paint. it's all hot glued together, and it ties in the back using ribbon that is also hot glued down. i had done the measuring wrong, so i didn't have enough belt to use velcro, which i think would be the better method 😅

my wig is from [ wigisfashion ].

but i hope this was helpful! sorry if it was too long and redundant, but if it wasn't i am more than happy to expand on anything!!

#asks #long post for ts

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Hello everyone, I'm back!!

I'm sorry for the long hiatus, but I had a very difficult time...so I hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Tw: smut, angst, mention of a tentative of assault

Chapter 7 - is this Love?

The sun is shining and its rays are warm on my skin while I'm sitting on a blanket spread on the grass in the queen's garden.

After the unexpected, and highly inappropriate, visit of Thor in Loki's chambers weeks ago, the subtle advice of the mischievous god was reported to Queen Frigg, who bestow on me a certain range of freedom to walk her garden as I please, "to appease your Vanir nature" she said.

The Queen herself, today, decides to join me with her other maidens in waiting: Hlín, Fulla, Gná and Nanna.

They're intent on embroidery while subtly gossiping about the mundane life within the walls of Asgard. Instead, I, as one unaccustomed to gossip, enjoy reading a book of poetry i found this morning, on his pillow, in my bed.

Caught up in my reading, I bring the tip of my index finger to my lips, grazing it with my tongue and barely moistening it to help me turn the page. Suddenly, with a green shimmering, a small pink camellia flower makes its appearance, hidden from the view of the others by my book.

Without thinking about it, I take it between my fingers bringing it to my nostrils to smell its intoxicating scent.

"Oh, what a pretty flower...who sent it to you?" Young Nanna asks, shy and curious.

"I don't know..." I lie as the image of the flaming-haired god presents itself in my head.

"Well well, it seems our Lady Sigyn has a secret admirer... " murmurs Queen Frigg calmly.

"I don't think so my queen...maybe someone wants to make me feel less homesick... this flower reminds me of my mother's garden..."I murmur in response, trying to disguise the blush on my cheeks with a shy smile.

"Queen Mother, look who I have brought you," thunders suddenly the mighty voice of Thor, who comes into our sight followed by a tall, blonde man, almost as mighty as him, good-looking, seeming to rival the splendor of the sun.

"Oh my sweet son!" Murmurs the queen, rising to welcome the shining god into her arms.

As the queen rose, all of us, her ladies-in-waiting, also rose.

"Mother...as I promised you, I have returned... "murmurs the shimmering god softly before turning to us, approaching and greeting all of us one at a time before coming before me looking at me questioningly, with interest in his gentle eyes.

"Baldr, allow me to introduce Lady Sigyn of Vanaheimr, she is the youngest daughter of Lady Freya, and she will be staying here with us as Vanir spokesperson. Lady Sigyn, this is my son Baldr, the bright one" the queen mother says in a gentle tone, addressing first her son and then me.

As soon as he hears his mother's introduction, the young god gently takes my hand, bringing the back of it to his lips.

"Lady Sigyn it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He murmurs with a deep note in his voice that causes a shiver of discomfort down my spine.

"The pleasure is mine, my lord," I murmur before performing a perfect curtsy.

I sense his eyes observing me with indulgence and I don't like the sensation.

" My queen, I'd like to take back the book to the library if you don't mind." I ask turning my attention to Frigg, searching for an easy way out.

"Oh sure dear. As my son returned, tonight there will be a feast! I'll see you there." She answers me.

"My queen, my Lords" I say bowing gently before walking away fast enough so no-one will follow me.

As soon as I enter the maze of roses, i take a small shortcut to the wing of the castle where my rooms are located, I feel two hands assert my shoulders, yanking me toward an alcove hidden from prying eyes.

As an instinctive reaction I materialize in my right hand a dagger, which I bring to my assailant's jugular with a lightning gesture.

"You know, it turns me on when you get aggressive, kitten" murmurs the god of mischief before leaning down and taking my lips in a needy, hungry kiss.

With a golden glint I make the dagger disappear and respond with equal transport to his kiss.

"Did you receive my gift?" He whispers when we break away to catch our breath.

I nod, lowering my eyes embarrassedly as I blush. He knows his message has come through as the language of flowers is a Vanir legacy and the pink camellia blossom subtly screams 'I'm longing for you'.

"And what do you want to say about it?"he murmurs softly while his hands travel to my waist.

"I need you" I breathe shamelessly. At my reply a sly grin appears on his face while he hums in approval.

With a gesture of the hand I make the book of poetry and the flower disappear so I let both of my hand tug the laps of his shirt, yanking him closer before tearing them apart, revealing his chest.

"I need you.." I repeat looking at him hungrily, searching for his mouth. He obliges my silent kiss request and I I feel his hands roaming from my waist to my tights pickin me up, securing my legs against his waist.

"I can't have enough of you..." he murmurs softly between our kisses while I feel his straining bulge grinding against the soft spot between my legs.

"Prove it...show me that it's not just the words of a silvertongue..." I whisper tugging his hair.

"I thought you like my tongue..." he replies slyly, groaning softly while he tries to lean me against a wall, trapping me.

"Oh, I love it...even more when it plays its magic between my tights" I breathe, surprise from my own boldness.

I hear him chuckles darkly.

" now we don't have enough time for the long play, kærasti...but tonight...tonight you'll show me how much you love my tongue between your tights..." he whispers under his breathe before his long digits taste my heat.

I tilt my head against the wall, savoring his touch.

"Always ready for me..." he praises me and I clench against his curling fingers, hungry for more.

I whimper meekly as soon as he removes his digits, gasping while I feel his manhood entering me with a gentle swift.

A low moan vibrates in his chest.

"You're so tight...I adore it..." he whispers against my ear before he establishes a thunderous pace.

The way he holds me,one of his hand at the back of my head, grasping my hair, while the other squeezes my ass, makes me feel claimed, important, necessary.

"Aaah!" I moan loudly feeling his cock, inside, grazing the sweet spot that makes me shiver.

I want to scream as the pressure become unbearable but, as he's reading my thoughts, his hand suddenly is on my mouth.

"I know...I know..." he whispers " I'm gonna make you feel better...but you have to be quieter...i don't want them to interrupt us.."he concludes as I trace his chest with my nails.

I let my tongue slip out, licking subtly his fingers before he puts a couple of them in my mouth. I taste myself on his fingers and the look that he gave me let it clear that he knows.

"Make me proud..." he whispers slyly before removing his fingers from my mouth and directing them in the thin space between our bodies, on my sensitive nub, circling it while he pounds me merciless.

"Fuck..." I curse under my breath, hiding my face in the crook of his neck while grasping his hair.

"Come on...come on..." he incourages me softly.

I feel the wave of the orgasm washing over me as a strangle cry eruptes from my mouth, against his skin, leaving me a trembling mess.

"There you go....there you go..."he whispers, nibbling gently my ear. He continues to move at an erratic pace, prolonging my height and searching for his release as well.

"You're squeezing me so tight...I can't....I can't hold it anymore..." he whispers under his breath.

I intentionally squeeze harder my walls and i hear him coming with a low rumble in his chest.

His release makes me feral and I suck on his neck leaving a bright purple hickey. He moans roughly grabbing my hair and claiming my mouth.

"If I wasn't in love with you I'd think you were trying to kill me..." he hisses against my lips, his breath short.

My eyes widen, his words take me by surprise and I feel my heart explode in my chest.

"I..I..."I stutter speechless before forcing my own weight down, freeing my legs from his grasp. As soon as my feet are on the ground I elude him and I start running leaving him behind.

"Sigyn, wait!" I hear him calling my name but I run as fast as I can to reach my rooms.

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"Damn it!" He hisses trying to recompose himself. He casts an illusion to restore his torn shirt and with a grim expression he leaves the maze.

"Oh Uncle, have you seen? Baldr is back..."the voice of Thor startles the god who replies with an annoyed sigh.

" tonight there will be a great feast...with lots of food, mead...and girls...I sense that you'll enjoy the distraction.."booms the mighty god patting his uncle's shoulders before bursting into a loud laugh.

"I'm not in the mood, Thor..." replies bitterly the sly one.

"Oh no, you must come! You see...my brother seems to have take an interest in the little Vanir lady in waiting...he just left me to go and ask her to be his guest tonight... I need a drinking companion" Thor murmurs loudly.

The god of lies grabs him by the lapel "he did what?" He asks algidly, a murderous look in his eyes. With an abrupt gesture, he releases his nephew before taking the path to young Vanir's chambers.

Once outside her chambers he notices the doors slightly open, so he could listen without been seen.

"Although very flattered, my lord, I must refuse your request. Your mother would prefer your presence this evening to shine... alone...without shadows of a lesser goddess." She says, the god of mischief hears her speech and slightly nods for the excuse, even if for him she's not a lesser goddess.

"I don't care about my annoying mother...I'd like to know you..." Baldr replies, a sudden feminine yelp before he continues "better..."

The sly one couldn't stand more and with a loud thud he opens the door and he clears his throat.

The scene before his eyes makes his blood boils: his nephew's filthy hands clutching the waist of little Vanir to get her closer to him, while she, with her small and deadly hands, tries to push his mouth away from her face.

"Nephew,the lady gave you her answer. behave or I'll make you" He says with an icy voice.

"Oh, uncle...just as usual you come to be a party pooper..." the bright one replies to his uncle, leaving Sigyn.

"If you don't want to entertain me, well, I'll find someone who wants...eagerly..and you'll regret that you miss your chance." he reply directly to the Vanir goddess.

"Hardly" replies the goddess, watching him leave the room with a disdainful step.

"Are you ok?" Murmurs softly the flaiming-hair god, moving one step closer to her but leaving the space to breathe.

She shakes her head before slumping down in a chair, her entire body trembling.

The sly one moves closer, sinking on his knees right in front of her, taking her between his arms.

"I'm the general of the Valkyries...I've been in war and I couldn't stop a single man..." she whispers shocked

"Sssh..he's gone...I will not let him touch you again..." he murmurs softly, caressing her hair.

His warmth surrounds her and the goddess grabs the back of his shirt, inhaling deeply of his intoxicating smell.

*is this love?* she thinks, feeling safe in his embrace *if it is, I don't want to leave him, ever again...*

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InkStitch - basic usage

1 Format and basic manipulations This little primer shows how to use InkStitch to create fills, strokes, and simple zigzags. Creating satin columns is more complicated and will be explained in InkStitch - satin columns. Wavy embroidery and lettering are also introduced in separate articles. It is important to know that Ink/Stitch only accepts the digitization of paths (Engl. "path"), a particular type of SVG element which allows to define any shape with a "path" language which includes by example of Bézier control points. Before explaining how to use the Ink/Stitch extension, we will introduce some basic notions concerning the SVG format and the InkScape drawing software. If you are not interested in technical explanations, you read the following chapter diagonally and then closely follow the next one which explains how to digitize a background (fill) and an outline (stroke). 1.1 SVG objects In InkScape, any graphic object is defined by SVG code, a language invented in the 1990s to create graphics. SVG is part of HTML5. You can therefore open an Inkscape/Inkstitch file in a web browser and see the design (not the embroidery simulation). CTRL-U (View Page Source) allows you to quickly look at SVG code. It's easier than using the XML editor in InkScape. Try ! Click on the PNG image below until an SVG page appears (direct access). Then look at the code with CTRL-U. Yellow circle with blue border Here, we will not explain how to use Inkscape. There are many tutorials on the web that do this, including in InkScape: (Help Menu -> Tutorials Ink/Stitch allows (via a GUI interface) to add stitching parameters to an SVG object that indicate how to stitch the SVG object. This object needs an SVG element of type "path" (in French "chemin", e.f. Arbitrary shapes with path in our static SVG tutorial) for technical details on the SVG standard. A machine then translates these parameterized objects into an embroidery plan (which can be viewed or not) which will define all the points that the machine will have to sew. This plan will then be exported in the machine format of your choice. Remember the distinction between: background (or filling, fill in English) and outline (or line, stroke in English). A drawing object is composed either of a background, or an outline, or both. A circle with a yellow fill (background) and a blue outline A circle with yellow fill and blue border Here is an example of an SVG code that defines this circle, one using the SVG circle element In InkScape it is possible to open the built-in XML tree editor if you want to check the code (CTRL-SHIFT-X). It is also possible to edit SVG code with a programming editor, but it is not necessary to make drawings. Knowing how to read code will simply help you understand what is going on. XML editor window XML editor window Most SVG objects cannot be stitched directly, especially fonts and primitive objects (circle, square, etc.), but they can easily be transformed into a path (Engl. path) as explained below. 1.2 Convert a "primitive" object to a path A priori you should transform all the objects you want to embroider with InkStitch into a path (that said Ink/Stitch has become a little more tolerant): Select all objects with keyboard shortcut CTRL+A Then run menu Path > Object to Path (Angl: Path -> Object to Path) An SVG path is represented using letters to define operations and numbers for positions, distances, etc. (mechanism which also includes Bézier curves and Arcs). You don't need to understand how it works. You just have to make sure that each object you would like to sew is represented by a path, ie. the SVG path element. To verify this, open the XML editor and click on the object in the working scene. The XML code will be highlighted. Here is the same circle (see above) transformed into "path" format Objects that are not of type path are ignored by InkStitch! If you want to know more

1.3 Setting the SVG path for embroidery Recall that Ink/Stitch annotates the code of the objects you see on the screen with instructions that indicate how to generate the stitches to embroider. Select at least one object then play around with the settings available in the Extensions -> Ink/Stitch -> Settings menu. To start, the easiest way will be to accept the default settings. We will come back to this in detail in the next section. We'll also learn later how InkStitch adds properties to SVG paths to define how stitching objects should be generated based on each design. Here is a simple green circle and its default setting: Default setting of a green background A slightly more sophisticated example will be discussed in the next chapter below. 1.4 Inspect the embroidery plan in Inskape It is important to know roughly It is possible to visualize what is called the embroidery plan. It will be included in a new layer which you can then hide or kill. The plan allows you to view the stitches in detail. Otherwise, it is also possible to use the simulator (see below) or an embroidery viewer instead. Extensions -> Ink/Stitch -> View & Export -> Preview Stitch Plan Select the layer with the embroidery plane and hide the others (this should be done automatically after using the Embroidery operation). Select the Edit Nodes... Enlarge view If we look at the SVG code, we can see that our paths are now annotated with stitch-specific information. Additionally, the new Plan Stitch layer contains two huge object paths - one for the border and one for the fill - which define all the stitches that will be sewn, not to mention the stroke color for both. Note that since the circle has been separated into two objects with strokes, there is no more fill. 1.5 Simulation of embroidery Menu Extensions -> Ink/Stitch -> Visualize and Export -> Simulator/Realistic Preview (Angl: Visualize and Export-> Simulator/Realistic Preview) will display a stitch simulation. This is a situation similar to the one we see when we parameterize. Menu Extensions -> Ink/Stitch -> Export PDF generates a printable web page that includes the design and important stitching information. If you check the "Realistic" box at the bottom of the simulator, a high quality simulation, such as that obtained with the visualization and conversion software, will be displayed. It should be understood, however, that generating a "realistic" printed version can take some time on low-powered PCs. 1.6 Create the embroidery file You can create a stitch file for a selection of specific objects, or for all objects. To create an embroidery file with the entire design: Click in an empty space (to deselect) File Menu -> Save a Copy (Angl: File->Save a Copy). Please never use accented or special characters in your folder or file names, as most embroiderers do not accept them. Select the format of your machine. If you are not satisfied with the result, select a popular format such as Tajima (DST), then use a free converter to convert your file to a proprietary format. Select a folder name where you can find your files. Note that it is also possible to preview stitches with Ink/Stitch -> View & Export -> Preview Stitch Plan 1.7 Parameterization of fillings Recall that the principle of modern machine embroidery is to define shapes and then instruct the machine how to generate embroiderable stitches. InkStitch can produce several types of stitches from an SVG object: various straight stitches, wavy stitching, simple zigzags, satin columns and tatami fill, by outline or guide line. A dot area filled with tatami, from an SVG path with a defined fill Running points (lines), from dashed stroke (SVG path with dashed outline) Wavy embroidery (filling with lines), from one or two dotted strokes Zig zag, from stroke (SVG path with outline) Two objects (one box and one zig zag/line) of a path having both a fill and an outline (avoid) Satin stitches, from a path with two lines as subpaths. Either these two lines must have the same number of points, or the path contains direction traverses (also called "direction lines" or rungs"). Summary :

2 Area fills (mats) Since version 2.2. Ink/Stitch makes it possible to embroider different types of fillings in the narrow sense of the term, which we also call "mats: Tatami Automatic filling. This is the default fill as in all embroidery software. Guided filling Fill according to contour 2.1 Embroidering a tatami filling (From path with fills to an embroidery area) SVG fills can be configured to create areas filled with a "tatami" type pattern. You can either accept the defaults (recommended for absolute novices) or change all settings. To configure a fill: Select a path that has a fill and no stroke (e.g. a circle or a red or green circle below). Open the settings popup: Extensions -> Ink/Stitch -> Settings The settings window will have three tabs Auto-fill: Try changing the fill angle. You can also add cuts if supported by the stitch file. Autofill Underlay: Add an underlay, i.e. stitches that will be sewn under the design. This will add stability and a bit of a 3D effect. Don't make it too dense. Fill: an alternative to autofill (avoid) Parameters (also read the official manual or its English version!) Autofill with embroidery stitches: Must be checked! Angle of stitch lines: By default the tatami is stitched horizontally. It is advisable to vary the direction of the paths. To broaden. Add stretch compensation in the direction of the lines. For a woven fabric, we recommend adding 0.3mm Maximum fill stitch length: It actually defines the length of the fill stitch. You can keep the default (0.3mm) or go down to 2mm for a 40 weight yarn. Between this value and the repeats, you can get a different texture effect. Row Spacing: Sets the distance between rows and mainly determines the density. For a yarn of weight w.t. 40 standard, we recommend between 0.25 (light) and 0.2 (normal) Straight stitch stitch length (path between sections: We recommend leaving the default. Otherwise between 2 and 3 for a standard thread. This affects the embroidered lines to pass from one place to another, especially the path below . Skip the last stitch in each row: Leave default (unchecked), unless you want to lighten the embroidery Shift rows this many times before repeating: Sets the repeat of a row (the stitches are distributed at an equal distance, but do not start in the same place at the 2nd stitch at the beginning of the row. Allows you to vary the texture a little Bottom path As a general rule, it is absolutely necessary to tick, otherwise the embroidery will be unstable and we will also see through. Allow breakpoints Leave checked for "normal" embroidery. Here are screenshots of the Ink/Stitch 2.0 version, once for the English interface and the other for the French interface. Underlay management. We recommend leaving the default settings to start with. Parameters for the underlay: Filling angle By default (empty field) it will be embroidered orthogonally Offset Relative Maximum stitch lengthBy default, the autofill value Spacing between rows of stitches by default, for knits you can densify a little. skip last stitch in each row leave unchecked Path from below as it will stabilize the fabric, it should be left as a rule. To create extra lightweight embroidery: check skip last stitch in each row for both infill and underlay Uncheck Path below for both. The links will be made along the border. Space the distance between the rows (0.5 for example). Contour fill (Angl. radial fill) 2.2 Contour filling This filling is not yet very successful for us (version 2.2) it is better to use the wavy outlines (introduced later in this article). That said, it is probably interesting for embroideries with thick thread (w.t. 30 and 12) and without underlay or underpaths. Here is an image of a setting for thread 12 to embroider with a topstitch needle 100. So for a dense design for thick thread:

3 Digitizing lines with straight stitches To get a thin straight stitch line, you need to draw an outline (also called a "line") and dot it. In InkScape 2.2 (and higher) you can use "strokes" in two ways: Embroider lines with straight stitches Create wavy embroideries 3.1 Embroidering straight stitches A stroke (also called "outline") is embroidered by default with simple zig-zag stitches. This mode is to be avoided, because ugly, but if you want to, opt for a line width of 2 to 4mm. If you want to embroider a straight stitch or a triple stitch, you have to transform the line into dotted lines in the Inkscape Object panel -> Fill and Stroke -> Stroke Style Tab. Set the thickness of the line to 0.2mm (about the width of a 40 thread) or 3-4 mm if you plan to embroider a triple stitch or repeat the line. This helps you better visualize the result, but does not affect scanning. Use a fine dotted line or with close lines. Fill Parameters Straight stitches along paths (must be ticked!) Repeat: Number of times to stitch the path (2 makes it possible to go back and forth, useful for connecting the branches of a star or a tree) Number of repetitions of the triple stitch: 1 = front, back front, a value of 2 will quintuple (caution) Straight stitch length Zig-zag spacing (ignore, no use) Allow Breakpoints: Use defaults unless otherwise specified. Beware of stacking effects. A repeated path with a triple stitch causes the needle to poke 4 times in the same places. Straight stitch settings for Ink/Stitch 3.2 Manage paths with fill and outline Objects that have both a fill and an outline allow adjustment of both of these settings, i.e. the contextual setting will present the combined fill and outline settings tabs. But as the line is sewn first, we do not recommend using this possibility. So instead, do the following. Use Path -> Outline to path function. Alternately: Copy/paste the object in place Remove fill from one of them Remove the stroke from the other. 3.3 Filling by wavy embroidery (ripple stitch) Creates wavy embroideries from dotted lines. As the official manual explains, "The wavy embroidery is both straight stitch and filling: it behaves like a straight stitch (it Read the full article

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