#glovelets

[mattieesmith31]

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[runeberry]

I think I should finally add knitting to my list of hobbies this year. I already have spinning, and then I'll have more reasons to have that yarn laying around once I finish it, and more reasons to buy the pretty batts of fiber I see people making for spinning, and I can make as many glovelets as my heart desires.

[moonbeamgoddess]

Naptime's Over

Noctis x gn!reader

AN: I decided to keep this gender-neutral and where I don’t really describe anything about the reader so whoever reads this could have an easier time imagining their own character in this short story. Also writing this at 2 in the morning, as it’s when I suddenly get ideas, so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Word count: 400+

TW: slightly fluffy, talks about hunting, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

divider by @cafekitsune

“Noct, wake up!” I groaned as I shook the sleeping prince to try and wake him. The sun had risen high in the sky, indicating it was midday, and Noctis still hadn’t woken up from his nap. “Noctis get your lazy butt up!” I shook his body harder to try and pull him out of his dream. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, his shaggy black hair disheveled as he frantically looked around the tent, seemingly shaken up from being pulled out of his sleep abruptly. “What?! What’s wrong?!” He quickly asked as he wiped his tired eyes to try and help himself wake up. “Nothing's wrong, I just needed you to get up. Ignis says we’re leaving camp.” I shrugged at Noctis and started packing his things now that he was awake.

“Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack, I thought Imperials were attacking us.” Noctis groaned as he rubbed his hands down his face, his glovelet slightly scratching at his skin. “If we were being attacked by Imperials at camp, I’m pretty sure Gladio would have dragged your sleeping butt around to wake you up.” I laughed as I rubbed Noctis’s head, messing with his hair, which caused him to swat my hand away. “Haha” Noctis rolled his eyes as he started to move himself out of the tent.

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” Noctis turns towards me as he stretches his arms up, his shirt lifting and letting his abs peek out a bit. “Well, we have some hunts to do and a royal arm to find, so be prepared to be exhausted at the end.” I smiled at Noctis as I playfully poked his exposed stomach, which caused him to yelp and pull to cover his stomach. Noctis rolled his eyes as he was dreading what was lined up for today.

“Hunts again? I still feel gross from that Malboro we fought a couple of days ago.” Noctis sighed as he walked over to where the rest of the gang was sitting, he greeted Prompto, Gladiolus, and Ignis and grabbed his lunch bowl. “Yeah, and I can still smell it.” I teased Noctis as I pinched my nose and pretended like he still smelled. “If anything, it’s probably you that stinks.” Noctis stuck his tongue at me which made us both laugh. “Well, just think of the hunt as a way to make enough gil to stay at a hotel, my back has been aching for the feeling of a soft mattress and not rocks or dirt.” I sigh and dreamily think about finally getting to lie in bed after camping out for a while.

“Welp, we better get heading out. Don’t want to keep the daemons waiting.” I smiled as I stood up and started helping Ignis and Gladiolus pack up the camping gear into the trunk of the car. It was going to be a long day indeed.

[morimyth]

This one of a kind commission def kept me busy for the majority of the winter. It was a joy to work on!

The shawl is of my own design, and will have a pattern available soon! The hat is a modified version of the Daphne beanie adapted from a pattern by caabcrochet designs. The gloves were made by modifying the Ripple Lace Afghan pattern by craftingfriendsdesigns.com Photos and editing by nikkiareese.com

ID: Aisling is modeling the Webs of Crimson Ichor: Court of Lolth lace shawl. They are pictured with a beanie hat and lace glovelets that complete the one-of-a-kind ensemble inspired by the Spider Queen. There is a collage header image, and six portrait style photographs in a snowy landscape, in various poses.

[thevagabondexpress]

Elliott and Juniper for the charcter ask?

elliot carstairs

i. sexuality headcanon: there's no way we can prove he's not a monster-f*ker. ii. otp: fucking therapy. a trip to scotland. chicken noodle soup. tentacle yaoi. something healthy. iii. brotp: believe it or not, i think he'd get along pretty okay with fields from my genderbent-tlh. she's been a soldier on and off a lot through the years. she grew up in weird-ass circumstances (if different weird-ass circumstances from elliott's). i think she'd get where he's coming from, and she'd understand the war wounds both visible and invisible that he carries, and i could see them hanging out together sometime once he gets out of his weird angsty "i am young and nobody else has ever felt my pain" phase. assuming fields is still around. she was born in the late 19th century. so. iv. notp: well in mare marginis he's playing boytoy to the mavka queen which. no. being the creator of this character, just no. v. first headcanon to pop into my head: he's really, really into cars. old cars, classics, sports cars. he saw the rockford files a few too many times as a kid with his mom and he's wanted to drive around bel air at high speeds in a bronze firebird ever since. he's saving up to get himself something fancy and in the meantime he practices drifting in empty parking lots and attends a lot of classics shows. vi. favorite line from this character: i don't have enough written about him yet to give one, alas. vii. one way i relate: i also like to go to old car shows and i have also seen rockford one too many times (and when you read this boy will it show, it's the only thing i know about LA at all) viii. thing that gives me second-hand embarrassment: some of the. uh. things that he will do for juniper over the course of these books. my man. calm down. ix. definitely a problematic character.

juniper blackthorn

i. she's definitely demiromantic, demisexual. she's interested in one person and one person only and always has been. ii. believe it or not, yes, actually, elliot. it might be a really fucked up toxic dynamic but i can't see her being that comfortable or that vulnerable with anybody else. this woman is tense as a spring and fragile as glass, if he's the person who can get her to sit down and relax and cry the tears she needs to cry then so be it. iii. mara. it's a shame i'm pitting them against each other honestly they'd be powerhouse friends. iv. also mara. they'd be powerhouse friends but they should under no circumstances be a ship. also, mara's like sixteen, so. v. she has these little fingerless glovelets that she's always wearing all the time. she won't take them off, not even in 30+ degree celsius weather. she only takes them off to paint and she paints in latex gloves. her hands are always covered. vi. ahh, i want to give it but i can't because you might piece together the spoilers surrounding it so. sorry :( vii. when she gets upset, especially if she's crying, she doesn't know how to calm down. she can't figure it out. those circuits just aren't there. she has to get someone else to walk her through the steps or she'll just wind herself tighter and tighter. viii. just. everything about her mare marginis self. that bitch is over the top. she needs a rest from the melodramatics. ix. also definitely problematic

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A green-toned drawing of two characters from an original universe, shown from the shoulders up. It's framed as though they're taking a selfie. On the left is Heathrow, a human with dark skin, long hair, a good number of facial scars, and two painted lines below each eye. He wears something akin to a green hoodie, with fluffy plant matter sewn into the back of the hood. On the right is Crassie, a half elf, which in this universe entails long pointed ears, a pair of short pale horns, a slightly rabbit-like nose and markings under her eyes. Her skin is olive-toned, sporting a couple distinct scars on her face and hand, and she's wearing what is essentially a bush and spiked glovelets. Both of them are smiling, Crassie a little bit wide-eyed and Heathrow with a fond expression. The background's a saturated green with the text "1 YEAR!". End ID]

A redraw-in-spirit of the post from last year's Feb 16 that introduced these two to my blog. It's their birthday :]

[catholicguiltclothing]

Avalon lurks in the distressed icons set and glovelet

[junypr-camus]

The Great Mall Mirage: Dark as Day

Then you realize that the cloak of dirt on the buildings has been touched too. By a finger. Drawn, or rather written in. Find me. Help me. Save me.

Something crashes on your right, and the sound of rusted metal chains straining makes you jump. Without a soul to be seen, the gates on the right side of the square slide upwards, driven by a demented winch. You feel your heart hide itself behind your stomach. Drawing the five-sizes-too-big lab coat around yourself, and letting the weight of everything inside anchor you, you stumble through the gate.

At first glance, the other side is only more of the same. Spots of light oozing through the smog. Oily clouds suffocating the sun. Ash draped over buildings like velvet.

But there’s a lived-in feel to this side, like someone’s been here before you. There are the gentlest scuffs on the ground, revealing a glimmer of cobblestones beneath the ash: footsteps. Not just yours, but someone else’s.

Then you realize that the cloak of dirt on the buildings has been touched too. By a finger. Drawn, or rather written in.

Find me.

Help me.

Save me.

They’re everywhere. They fill every surface like graffiti in a public bathroom, written in a dozen scripts and another dozen languages. You feel a chill run down your spine, and imagine that there’s someone’s breath on the back of your neck, the rustle of their clothes against your pants, the chill of their hand in yours.

Something cold and metallic grabs your fingers.

You wrench your hand away and spin, to see a little girl scramble backwards. Her right hand is a frail nest of metal strips and hand etched gears, and her left leg whirs when she moves it. She’s dressed in a tattered brown coat and leather glovelets, and a rip in her shirt reveals a crystal orb where her heart should have been. Though her face is caked with grime, her wide copper eyes gleam.

“Please,” she whispers, shivering. “Find me.”

You glance over your shoulder, worried that it’s a trap. But there’s still no one there, except whoever wrote the words. You kneel until you can look her in the eye. and retake her hand. 

“I’m sorry. I'm right here.”

“Help me.”

“How?”

“Save me.”

[rica6929]

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[jlunnposh]

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[joeygass-blog]

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[the-liberacci]

I have heard and noticed that some members of government took some time off to attend to something EXTRAORDINARY. In the meantime, someone, probably the South Americans, took advantage.

I am concerned. If the Police Commissioner is not present, we're fucked. I suggest the following:

(sorry. I was in a blind panic at the time). Nonetheless... I suggest

A Secret Service for ALL African Presidents

2. A designated driver and an aide as well as a car, produced for Presidents of C21st Africa by Bugatti. OR. A self-made Carbon Neutral car we can design and produce ourselves.

3. All cabinet and Parliment meetings to be driven by a security detail especially for Parliment and Cabinet.

4. Any South African (and African) Government Executives and domestic family to be screened (quick screening process) when going home or coming to work.

The enlargements of fingerprints can be sent (RealTime) and verified by Tech Support, when Executive print/ iris is scanned. On the enlargement, stars mark indentation forks. These stars can be configured/joined to make a geometric pattern. Add as many stars as possible to make a more complicated pattern. This, manually or electronically, stored pattern will confirm the persons identity. However, until Africa is using Web3 for biometrics, the electronic storage is vulnerable to hacking. It only takes one imposter visitor or worse yet, treacherous false family member to get to injure the entire hierarchy, even having our Members and family held hostage, with no-one any the wiser.

Only a human being's clone can have the exact same fingerprints as the original person and there ARE clones and humanoids running around. Possibly. If they've escaped, by now.

Identical twins have different fingerprints and iridology. Clones will have the same base iridology (the lines in the iris of the eye, which are tiny vessioles, covered by the colour rungs making up the iris. These lines and intricate patterns are effected by hormonal excretions, temperature, light and. Mood?) but will always have it's own 'base, mid and high' flares of colour and depth, unique to individual physical stimulus.

Last thing, an acetone solution (or nail varnish remover) starts dissolving latex fingertips glovelets or caps; covering with the fingertips with an exact replica of the desired fingerprints. Also, by sweeping the closed eyelid from one side to the other and then opening them, one can check the eye for the fast pop-back-in-place movement of an errant contact lens. With the eye contact lenses, when the eye is open; the contact lens is superficially imprinted with subject's exact iridology or the iris lines, formed as the result of blood vessels in the eye and the film of pigmentation overlaying these blood vessioles.

[mademeace]

Next pride I want to wear my “soft and packed with tears” shiftythrifting T shirt and an obnoxiously purple skirt and my be gay do crime ace cat pin and throw in the green mesh glovelets for aro pride too I just wanna go all out

[meth-uselah]

Hedda's hats wedding

Cocktail hour ~☆~ haberdashery or, "many trades between the two, incl. 'gossip monglers'" theme, 5pm to 8pm, any season, an old LA restaurant might do, however, the derby is closed and there's a café of the same name in Montreal so this is the recommend cocktail spot, cocktails or not. Opulent hat-shaped cake please, boo to stacked hatboxes. Gloves or glovelets non-optional.

[theyarngremlin]

Im go proud of this new Mexico evening themed glovelet! I'm in love with the way the yarn colors turned out. Now all I have to do is make another one.......

[whyfalloutwhenyoucanpanic]

So I made an outfit inspired by A Fever You Can't Sweat Out and the outfits Ryan wore during the Nothing Rhymes With Circus Tour. The pictures are not the best quality as my phone takes awful pictures but I'm proud how the outfit came out.

(You can't tell, but there's glovelets on the jeans)

If you have any questions about where I got my clothes feel free to ask me!