#going to sew pockets in everything i own just so i have a place to keep him

[ballpitwitch]

John Wick: Chapter 4 - Blu-ray Featurettes

[kimbap-r0ll]

How about giving the dorm leaders a handmade embroidered handkerchief with ‘To (Dorm Leader), Love Y/N’ sewn on it and their own special design embroidered onto it (I.e. roses for Riddle, an octopus for Azul, a dragon for Malleus etc.)?

Hi, thank you for the ask! This is really sweet!

Dorm leaders react to y/n's embroidered handkerchief gift

Riddle

He loves anything that you give him honestly, he'll place it in a really safe place in his room and always look at it for comfort.

Speaking of which when you first give it to him he says that you didn't have to, besides he didn't prepare a gift for you in return! But when you tell him that it's just because you really like him and you cherish him for who he is, you might see him blush and quickly stutter a thank you before awkwardly taking it from you

The handkerchief will not be used, even if Riddle wanted to because it's just too precious too him haha. If anyone tries to steal it from him he'll cut off their head

Overall, expect him to be absolutely flustered when he receives the gift but he'll love it a lot. He might try to make something for you in return too!

Leona

He'll first make fun of you for giving him such a "delicate" gift but believe me he's screaming on the inside by how cute it is. To make things more romantic he knows why you chose the specific pattern for him and it just makes his heart melt

I feel like he also won't use it, not even if it's for the smallest tears that he might have because he doesn't want it to get ruined. He'll hide it from Ruggie though because he doesn't want him to tease him about it

He's always flustered when you give him gifts but for this one specifically he's very flustered. Like, omg he's trying to hide his blushing face by looking up at the sky and giving you an awkward hug

Similar to Riddle he'll treat it with the upmost care but he has a harder time figuring out how to show he cares. He might be a little gentler with you during spelldrive if you two play together haha

Azul

He thought he would be the one to spoil you but here you are spoiling him! He's absolutely blown away by your skill in sewing but he's even more surprised by the pattern you embroidered onto the handkerchief.

"Darling you didn't have to," Azul says, pushing his glasses up and fumbling with the handkerchief. He says thank you and tries his best to keep his composure but you know he's going to go into his room and just scream into his pillow by how happy he is

If any of the tweels find out about this new treasure he has they will tease him relentlessly. Expect lots of giggles from Floyd and Jade for the next few days haha against the two of you

He'll make sure to give you something in return, maybe a handkerchief too except he'll have to learn how to make it himself

Kalim

He's like a really excited puppy when you show him what you made. He thinks it's so cool that you know how to sew but also the fact you sewed on something that meant a lot to him makes him so happy

Kalim wanted to give you a lot of stuff in return but he wasn't sure what he wanted to give you so he might consult Jamil haha. Expect something super opulent!

Kalim also doesn't use the handkerchief but he keeps it in his pocket everywhere he goes. It's like his lucky charm, and he'll tell you this as well while giving you the brightest smile

He's grateful for everything you give him but this is definitely something he'll keep close

Vil

He has a handkerchief that he always uses and utilizes them a lot but he will never use yours in case it gets damaged. Besides, it's just too beautiful for it to end up ragged

He tells you not to worry about giving him things since he should be spoiling you but he's extremely grateful for what you give him. He'll hold it gently in his hands, fold it neatly and tuck it in his pocket

He doesn't let anyone know he has this prized possession, not even Rook. Though Rook might notice Vil smiling a little more during the next few days

Expect something handmade from Vil in return, whether it be perfume or makeup. He doesn't care if you don't use makeup, he'll just say it's an excuse to do it with him and spend a day doing self-care haha

Idia

He's so flustered he has no idea what to say other than a shy thank you. He's extremely careful with your creation since he knows how long they can take. Besides, he also understands you took a lot of time and care into choosing the embroidery too!

He tells you he'll take care of it, fumbling with it before smiling at you. He still might have a hard time maintaining eye contact, but you know he's blushing.

Ortho will think it's super cute, asking you how you learned how to make designs like that (also how talented you are). Idia will have definitely tell his online friends how lucky he is to have something so special

Idia loves everything you give him and he tries to find things to give back to you. He'll probably give you a small tamagotchi in return

Malleus

He keeps everything you've ever given him on a special shelf believe me. He even has the random notes you passed to him in class because he loves you too much ;-;

He takes the handkerchief and notes how beautiful it looks, saying that he's super grateful to have gotten it from you. He loves that you spent the time to make it, and he'll think he should make something for you in return too

Lilia will find it super adorable, maybe tease you both about how you two are such a cute couple!

Malleus will probably give you a handkerchief in return, this time with an embroidered pattern fitting you. He keeps the handkerchief you gave him super neat on his shelf and might carry it around as a lucky charm. If it ever gets dirty or messed up though, expect an earthquake haha

[foreverdolly]

Imagine going to Victoria's Secret with Austin 🥴🥴

Your ex boyfriend had never understood why you asked for a nice lingerie set every Valentines Day. "If I'm just going to take it off you, why would I want to spend two hundred dollars on it?" Sure, lingerie wasn't a practical purchase, but it wasn't about that. It was about how confident you felt. How sexy you looked. You were a present waiting to be unwrapped, so why shouldn't you be tied up with ribbon and little pink bows?

Austin was a man of taste, hence why he was so in love with you. He thought you were the best thing since sliced bread. The two of you had been going out for just a little over a year, and in those twelve short months the man had spoiled you absolutely rotten. He went out of his way to show you how much he cared, both through words of affirmation as well as acts of service. Your panty drawer was filled to the absolute brim with expensive lace, mesh, and silk lingerie. From teddys, sheer baby doll night gowns, to a full set with garters- he bought you anything he could get his hands on. Todays trip to Victoria's Secret was one made out of necessity, which was obscenely rare for the two of you. You walked into the store, your lanky blonde trailing close behind, hands casually shoved into his pockets. "Here baby, your size is right there." He pointed, pulling you along.

See, your ex boyfriend used to hand you his card and refuse to go inside any lingerie store with you. Whether it was Victoria's Secret or an upscale boutique, he said that he felt too out of place. It "looked weird" for a guy to be in that sort of store, even if he was just with his girlfriend.

Austin had always been the complete opposite.

You picked up a few pairs of panties, feeling the fabric between your thumb and pointer finger. "Hey, what about this one?" His plush pink lips pulled back, revealing his straight white grin as he held up a pair. The thing was nothing more than a few pieces of string with pale blue flowers sewed on every here and there. "We're on a family vacation, Aus." You narrowed your eyes playfully, crumbling up a pair before tossing it in his direction. It hit his chest softly, the thin piece of fabric fluttering back down into the bin. "We have our own room with a door that locks. C'mon? I want to see your little tan lines." He bit his lip, hunching his back down slightly so that he was reaching your much shorter height. He knew it was nearly impossible to deny him when he blinked his long lashes at you like that. You were with his dad's side of the family on a beach vacation, and of course you had forgotten your underwear. Everything else you had made sure to bring, but it had completely slipped your mind in your excitement to enjoy the fresh salty air.

"Fine. . . but everything else has to be practical." He was no longer paying attention to you though, his eyes were locked on a corseted top across the store.

It was all sheer pink fabric. He hadn't been listening to you at all.

He pointed, ignoring the other patrons as they watched him. He had no shame whatsoever, turning his head to look back at you. "That. That too. Hold on. . . let me put this blue pair of panties back, and get the matching set." You groaned softly, throwing your own practical choices into the basket that Austin was eagerly swinging around. Out of the corner of your eye you saw another couple, both of them around the same age that you and Austin were. The boyfriend's eyes looked like they were bulging out of his skull, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Babe. . . can't I just go sit in the food court? I can get us a smoothie or something." You heard him mumbling. Austin couldn't help himself as he leaned towards you, hand up to his mouth as if he was about to tell you a secret.

"What an amateur." He whispered.

a/n: this made me chuckle while writing. he'd be soooo down to go to any lingerie boutique with you.

[gojo-mochi]

Hey Softy!💙 For your Small Halloween Event: I want to give Law a treat. He deserves it. 🍬🍙🍬 Thank you for this event!

OMG HIIIIII <3

I hope you enjoy the treat!!!

“But Captain!”

“It’s Halloween!”

“Let’s go Trick and Treating!”

“First off, It’s Trick or Treat, not ‘and’. Secondly, it's just another day to me, and thirdly, no, I’m not going out today, there’s way too much work for me to do.” Law shooed off the three as he finished his last word. Focusing back on his paperwork, not leaving room for any argument. Penguin, Bepo, and Shachi all groaned in unison. Shuffling out of Law’s office with their head hanging low. You ran into them as they were leaving to go on the small island that the crew practically had to beg Law to stop at so that people could go have some holiday fun. 

“Y/N! Happy Halloween!”

The trio all bounced up to you, sporting their own handmade costume. Bepo dressed as a ‘boring human’, wearing a business suit with a suitcase and a paper mask depicting a bald man face. Penguin went as a vampire in a black/white theme coloring, and instead of a bat perched on his shoulder, he sewed on a small emperor penguin plush on it. Lastly, Shachi was wearing a krill onesie, the black beady eyes on top staring deep in your soul. 

You giggled at them, as they complained about Law and how he didn’t want to go trick and treating with them. They asked if you wanted to come but you denied as well; “Someone has to go look after Mr.Grumpy Pants.” You said, they gave you an understanding look and went off, leaving you alone. You walk up to the door of Law’s office, tugging at your cape behind you. You've been working on this Sora, Warrior of the Sea, cosplay for months now. Penguin helped with the sewing and a lot of the details, you were grateful for your crew. Now, if only Law could see and feel how his crew also loved him.

But that's why you were here, were you not? Steeling your resolve, you ventured into the cold and dreary den that was Law’s office. Paperwork strewn about, the light dimly lit up above, the air in here seemingly colder than it was in the hallway. Law didn’t even spare you a glance as you walked in, thinking that you were the trouble trio coming back to try to drag him out again. Even clearing your throat didn’t get his attention, so you mustered up some courage and pushed down any embarrassment you had and struck a pose. 

“Greeting Civilian! It is I! Sora! Warrior of the Sea!” 

You held the pose as you shouted out the lines. Silence, nothing said, the scribbling of pen on paper stopped and you could cut the tension with a knife. You swear you were about to combust from embarrassment until Law’s voice finally rang out in the quiet; “His right hand is the one on his hip, not the left one.” He was correcting your posture?! You gave him a deadpan look, Law surrendered, a small smile on his lips as he stared at you. His voice came out softer this time; “Did you really wear that for me?” 

From where you were standing you could see the eyebags and the way his shoulder droops slightly, Law was working so hard to keep everything in check for his crew. You walk over to him, he turns his chair to you as you saunter up, arms outstretched as you gently climb into his lap. Resting his head on your chest, your hand caressing his dark locks. Law rests his eyes, enjoying your warmth and taking in your scent, his shoulders letting go of some tension. “Why didn’t you go with the others? Shouldn’t Sora be out there saving some people right now?” He mumbled against your neck as he shifted his head up.

You snorted at his comment; “I think you’re the one that needs the most saving here…” Law tilts his head back to look at you directly. “Oh yeah, and how do you plan on saving me…” His golden eyes flicker down to your lips, a passion igniting in them. You giggled, reaching in your pocket for a chocolate, unwrapping it and popping it in your mouth, holding it in place. “Well, I can start by distracting you from all this work and doing something more fun and tasty..” You meld your lips with his, letting his tongue invade your mouth easily, the chocolate fastly melting in the fiery tango that soon happened. Soft pants of moan filled the quiet office now, you cup Law’s cheek as you two parts ways to catch air. “I have a bunch more candies in my pocket that I need help ‘eating’, so, I hope you’re ready for a long night.” Law chuckled as he nipped at your bottom lips, “Anything for my favorite hero.”

[yikesharringrove]

Jealous Billy prompt? 💥

Him and Steve had this relationship that was mostly sex, but it ended because of a bad fight (Steve had feelings and so did Billy but he didn’t wanna accept them.) Now they have to face each other again because Billy got dragged into the Vecna stuff with the other four, but it’s awful because he can’t take his eyes off of Steve who clearly has a thing with Eddie (The two have slept together couple of times before so it’s not just flirting around, there’s really something there) and well, a fight happens. FEELINGS happen. Billy’s just, very jealous.

“It was very metal, is all I’m saying.”

Billy was seething.

Walking behind Steve and Eddie the fucking freak. It was his own personal torture.

The Freak leaned over to get in Steve’s space, Steve barely placing a half-hearted elbow put to stop The Freak from climbing into his skin, but smiled at The Freak with a look that made Billy sick.

Because Billy knows that look.

That’s the look of Steve Harrington having a major thing for the guy he’s talking to.

He would know.

He had that look. For nearly six months.

And then the end of June came and Steve told him he loved him, and Billy fucking freaked, and said all this awful shit to Steve that still haunts him and means Steve gives him all these icy stares, if he even looks in Billy’s direction at all.

He knows Steve and that weirdo are fucking.

He knows because of the stupid black hankerchief hanging out of The Freak’s back pocket, and the hickies that Steve couldn’t possibly to hide underneath that fucking perfect yellow sweater.

He knows because The Freak gave Steve his stupid denim vest and Steve slid it on with this shy little smile that made Billy wanna tear out his damn hair.

It’s fucking stupid.

That he’s stuck trudging behind everyone, glaring at Steve interacting with The Freak.

He had Steve. He could’ve had more with Steve, but he was too chicken shit for that.

So instead of acknowledging his feelings, he broke Steve’s heart.

And Steve ran straight into the arms of The Freak.

“I hate this place,” Steve said quietly, leaning over closer to The Freak, meaning their conversations to simply be between those two.

“I know. We’ll get our weapons, and we’ll get right back out.”

Steve shivered, and The Freak brushed a hand in a comforting motion over his back, dropping the hand quickly and glancing back at Billy.

“He looks mad,” he muttered to Steve.

Steve cast one glance over his shoulder, looking right at Billy and scoffing loudly.

“He doesn’t have a right to be.” Steve was still looking right at Billy.

The Freak glanced nervously at Billy, like Billy was a bomb waiting to go off.

Freak’s not exactly wrong.

Billy would fucking love to punch his stupid lights out.

What does he have that Billy doesn’t?

(Apart from Steve, that is.)

Nothing.

His hair looks totally fried, like it would be crunchy to the touch. Everything he owns is ripped and torn.

And yeah, Billy’s poor too. He grew up in a trailer pretty much identical to the one The Freak sells drugs out of.

But he’s better at faking it.

He learned how to sew and repair the shitty holes that wear through his shitty things.

The Freak just wears the shitty things looking like shit.

“He’s not allowed to be mad at either of us. And he’s not allowed to be mad at my fucking happiness.” Steve turned back to face forward, and The Freak gave Billy another weary look before facing front as well.

“That’s right, Freak. Mind your own business.”

Before Billy could realize, Steve turned to face him, making Billy stop dead in his tracks.

“What was that?”

Billy huffed a laugh.

“Was just telling the Freak to mind his own fucking business.”

Steve clenched his jaw.

“Don’t. Fucking call him that.”

Billy laughed again, stepping closer to Steve, going toe to toe with him.

“Why not? He is a fucking freak.” Billy pushed Steve’s chest, but he stood his ground.

Billy doesn’t know if he wants to punch him or make out with him.

“Just because you two are happy little queers together, doesn’t mean he’s not.”

“Hey!” Robin roared stomping towards them. “Don’t fucking-”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes, talking over Robin. “Because all those times you sucked my dick was super straight behavior.”

“Well, at least I don’t go around telling every guy that looks twice at me that I fucking love them,” Billy hissed.

He knew it would hurt Steve.

But he’s never been able to stop hurting the people he cares about.

“Alright, alright.” The Freak pulled Steve back a bit, stepping between Billy and Steve. “Any other day, I’d be happy to battle you for Steve’s honor, or whatever, but if you hadn’t noticed, we’re currently stuck in a creepy ass hellscape, so if we could table this discussion for later, that’d be great.” The Freak gave him a sarcastic smile, turning around to pull Steve along by his elbow.

Billy waited until Steve and The Freak were several yards away, trudging along behind the group.

“You need to let him go.” Robin fell into step beside him. “He’s moved on, and you’re just making yourself miserable.”

Billy sighed.

“I fucking know.”

“And you’re not making him want to forgive you.”

Billy didn’t answer, kicking at a rock at his feet.

Robin, knowing she made her point, skipped along ahead, catching up with the other four in their little pack.

If they got out of here alive, Billy was absolutely gonna fight that freak.

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Divine Influence Babeyy!! (Aka Celestial Fankids au thingy)

Finally, they're all finished!!!! Here are the Celestial Fankids I posted about a while ago, complete with a bit of lore and a few headcanons!! They're a little old, so bear with me a bit :']

General HCs:

- Despite being Celestials, because of their unique nature of having two elements, they have their own category name as well: Divines!! Which is what I'm gonna be referring to them as from now on lmao.

- Divines are born the same way their parents are; from the stars!! It takes 2 months for the Divines to be born (in total - their creation starts the first month and ends the second. For example, Seedlin, the Blassoom x Plixie fan child, took 8 months to hatch. Oof.) The first month functions as sort of the 'breeding' stage, and the second as the 'incubation' stage, producing a physical egg, just like normal monsters :]

- Speaking of the Constellations, in fact! The reason the Divines came to be in the first place is because, when each individual pair of Celestials grew close enough, their constellations fused, becoming a new one entirely! For example, instead of Ocean's Tears and Earthen Ellipse, we now have Murky Depths that appears for two months out of the year!

- With the lack of anything for the kids to do, and the giant pitfall a few hundred feet into the continent, obviously Starhenge wasn't exactly the best nursery for young monsterlings. In order to remedy this, the Celestials created Divine Island, a home in a sort of pocket dimension that would allow them to raise their kids in a safe, stimulating environment.

- Divine Island is only accessable to Celestials and Divines, but normal monsters can sit just outside of it in order to get the occupants' attention. They'd need to know where to go though, of course.

- The Cataclysm happened when the Divines were super young and unable to understand what was going on. They were locked inside of Divine Island for their own safety and left to fend for themselves until they were strong enough to leave, when they were young adults. Once they left they learned about what happened and became guardians and leaders to the monsters that were still around.

- also they don't know about Celestial Island or their parents being alive. Yet.

Pluchere, the Attmoz x Loodvigg fanchild:

- The eldest Divine, Pluchere was defaulted to leader because of his age.

- When he gets mad, he creates super dark storm clouds. No thunder or lightning or anything, just. Really dark clouds.

- He can travel through shadows!! As long as a shadow is as big or bigger than him area-wise, he can meld into it and hide and sneak through them. However, if the shadow disappears, like if the lights are turned on or something, he'll pop back out.

- He's got super stubby legs (guess which parent he got that from lmao), so he prefers to fly on clouds instead of walking. The only exception is in Divine Island bc he'll knock everything over.

- He's got a plush Tweedle that his parents gave him as a baby, and now he can't sleep without it - he even learned how to sew so he can keep it in good shape!!

- he's eepy. Often. Got it from Loodvigg, can't sleep well when he's supposed to, and is just constantly tired. Luckily, the dewlap around his neck functions as a built-in pillow!

- Because of his third eye, he's got kinda-sorta clairvoyance. He can see people's greatest regrets and worst memories (albeit they're kinda fuzzy) and can predict disasters!! He absolutely despises his powers because he's being bombarded with horrible things 24/7-

Condair, the Glaishur x Furnoss fanchild:

- he gets his name from a cloud of mist that follows him wherever he goes (which I never draw smh) - his fur is extremely cold, causing moisture to crystalize upon impact, and his skin is extremely hot, causing moisture to evaporate on impact, which makes it stick to his fur- you get the idea.

- Despite the info above, he can, for the most part, regulate his temperature!! For example, he can make himself cool enough to touch without burning anybody.

- After he left Divine Island for the first time, he learned about the Fire elementals and managed to save them far earlier than in canon by just. Diving headfirst into the Living Core and digging them a way out. Pros of being simultaneously the hottest and coldest being in the universe ig?

- Anger. Issues. He has a lot of abandonment issues because of his parents just straight up leaving him and the others behind, and he copes by getting mad and setting things on fire. Luckily the other Divines know how to help calm him down :']

- ironically HATES Boskus (Boskuses? Boski?? Idfk-), they just. Freak him tf out.

- yes, his fur is as soft as it looks, but unless he likes you or you are one of the other Divines, good luck trying to touch it.

- has a soft spot for kids, funnily enough. He can't bring himself to be mad at him the same way he gets mad at everything else.

Seedlin, the Blassoom x Plixie fanchild

- Uses his tail to grip onto things, or to balance himself in the air, kind of like a blubberfly!!

- hate hate HATES having to walk on the ground, it just feels. Bad™. Gotta be flying or he will cry.

- His glass skull doubles as a fully-functioning terrarium!!! There's a bunch of moss and other such greens in there, along with the centerpiece - a bright pink flower, just like his father's :]

- Loves sleeping in the sun!! Y'know, terrarium and all. He even has some lights above his bed!! How the hell does he sleep? No clue smh.

- speaking of which, he flies in his sleep! The others have to drag him down to the ground when he sleeps, or he'll end up not actually resting.

- Not only is he capable of controlling plants and plasma, he's able to combine his two elements and create these indestructible plasma plants!! They're bright pink and feel kinda gummy-ish?? Freaky, but neat!

- Speaking of which, he has a giant monster-eating (not really) flytrap made of that same stuff! His name's Audie and he's Seedlin's pet and best friend :]

..he also tends to try and eat anything that he can fit in his mouth, including the Divines (minus Seedlin, ofc). He's getting better tho dw

- as a kid, Seedlin really struggled to fly, because of a mix of tiny wings and big ol tail. It kept him in check for a while, and made him pretty easy to take care of for Blassoom and Plixie! Once he started flying tho.. Oh boy

Malik, the Syncopite x Scaratar fanchild:

- Despite only having one eye, Malik doesn't struggle with depth perception! How?? Idk man, monster magic.

- Also, don't worry!! The crystals growing out of his skin don't hurt at all, it's like growing fingernails or something along the lines.

- Malik can actually heal physical wounds with Good Vibes™! Y'know, healing crystals and all that-

- Be careful around his pincers?? Claws?? Whatever they are they're s h a r p, like literal glass.

- Wise™. He's the braincell of the group, and his cousin Pluchere's right-hand man. He usually helps him decipher his visions and figure out the best way to go about the impending disasters.

- the crystals that fall off his body often have similar healing abilities to himself, albeit to a much lesser extent, and are often given out as gifts. he doesn't mind it much.

- His wings (that you almost never see) are actually quite beautiful! their appearance mirrors that of stained glass, and when sunlight shines through them, is projects wonderful colors all over the room!

- Despite being so large and clunky, his claws are actually quite delicate and precise! He can perform the most intricate acts with ease.. Given they can be done with just four fingers.

Rivette, the Vhamp x Galvana fankid:

- Being the Celestial of Electricity (at least halfway), Rivette is, understandably, the most hyperactive of all of the Divines! She's constantly on the move, and can never sit still. She's also extremely prone to zoomies.

- Big!! Brain!!! An inventor just like her mother and father, she spends her time tinkering with whatever pieces of scrap she can find, usually accidentally creating weapons of mass destruction in the process.

- Speaking of which, she owns a staff that she wields on the regular! (I just forgot to draw it HSHS-) She actually welded it herself as a child (with the help of Condair) out of random pieces of scrap metal she found around Starhenge, and it works as kind of an outlet for her electric powers, doubling as a sort of lightning rod!

- she's. Very clumsy. Trips over a lot, rams headfirst into walls, ect ect. The fact that she has wheels built into her feet doesn't help much either. Dw, tho, she can put herself back together just fine!! ..But her torso might end up backwards sometimes.

- She's an older sister figure to the Wubboxes (because yes, technically THEY'RE the baby brothers), and an aunt to the Wublins! She'd die for each and every one of them.

- the weird. Collar. Thing around her neck is, of course, a part of her body! Rivette needs to be actively holding it down mentally, because its default position is sitting upright. Of course, as a baby, Rivette couldn't exactly do that, so it stayed up for a majority of her childhood until she figured it out. It's essentially second nature to her now, though!

Fossoil, the Hornacle x Torrt Fankid:

- The very definition of a gentle giant, Fossoil is HUGE, and strong enough to pick up rocks and hurl them across the monster world! However, he's learned to control his strength, and is one of the gentlest Divines.

- Because of his element of Earth, Fossoil's skin is extraordinarily tough, and is near impossible to pierce with even the sharpest blade. Which is strange, because he also has claws that are capable of cutting straight through diamond like it's butter.. Wonder which would win?

- Fossoil is an artist! And a very good one at that - he can draw, and paint, but his favorite form of art is pottery, and since he's able to essentially create infinite clay out of nothing, it's no wonder why he's a big fan. He usually gets Condair to fire them for him-

- He inherited Hornacle's balance and motor skills issues, causing him to just kinda.. start falling over for no apparent reason. Luckily, though, he's learned to balance himself before he hits the ground! His baby form, though? Not so much.

- One of his favorite past-times is just chilling in thermal vents at the bottom of the living ocean... Giant hot tubs,,,

- As a kid, Fossoil had little to no control over his thagomizer - he was like a baby Stogg!! So, in order to remedy this, Hornacle and Torrt.. Stuck corks at the end of his spikes. Brilliant idea, guys, well done.

- He's figured out a way to help Condair with his anger issues - play fighting! Whenever Condair starts getting frustrated and aggressive, the two will wrestle and fight until they're both tuckered out and Condair's vented out his rage. Because Fossoil is nearly indestructible and has excellent control over his own strength, there's a near zero percent chance of either of them getting hurt! So yeah, play fighting!! Best form of therapy :]

- He's also pretty much the only one that can hug Malik without getting hurt, because yk. Malik's covered in broken glass essentially and Fossoil's skin is impenetrable-

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And those are the kids!!!! AAAAA, I love them sm you have no idea HSHS-

Of course, There's more info about them bouncing around my singular braincell, but I'll get to that later lmao. I hope you love em as much as I do!! Tell me what y'all think :]

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter four - a better man than me

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frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of scars, death, general gross imagery involving hands and nails ew, mentions of mental illness

a/n: bing boing enjoy.

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“We need to leave.” Frank already had half his stuff shoved back in a bag when you walked through the door.

“They’ll follow.” You were covered in blood, and didn’t walk any further into the house than the small mat at the front where other pairs of Franks combat boots were placed neatly in a line.

“Doesn’t matter. We put distance between us and them. I’ll get you to Madani after-”

“I’m not going with her. Or you.” Frank zips up his bag and grabs the keys on the kitchen counter. “You’re on the Colonels shit list, for some reason. You should leave before the next wave comes.”

“You wanna stay here? Be my guest, but you’ll either be dead or back in the Colonel’s cell in an hour.” 

“He’s gonna track me no matter where I go. I’ll lead him straight to you.”

“So? Once we get far enough I’ll hack that shit off myself, we just gotta get to Madan-” You roll your eyes, no longer caring about getting blood all over his floor.

“It explodes. If I leave the city. It’ll go off.” Frank stops his packing, and he looks at you like you’ve just spoken another language.

“You’ve had a bomb strapped to your arm for two months?” You shrug, and he starts to shake his head, but still swings the bag over his shoulder and heads for the door. “We’ll make a stop first.”

Your chest starts to feel tight.

Two months you’ve been working for the Colonel, doing anything he asked because you thought he held your brother captive. Now, you learn he never had him in the first place, and you have killed twenty four people for no reason. 

Now your only options were waiting for the mass onslaught of ‘New America’ psychos to show up and inevitably kill you, or go with the guy who seems to have the CIA in his pocket. The blinking on your cuff turns to a constant, whining sound. The light was still orange. 

“We have to move.” Frank grumbles and pushes past you, but you haven’t budged. You know the smart play is to go with him. At the very least, he has weapons, but he also strapped you to a radiator less than 30 minutes ago.

“Why would you help me?” You stand at the door, and Frank starts walking backwards down the driveway, clearly eager to get out of here.

“I ain’t got time for this. You either come with me or stay here. I don’t give a shit either way.” Frank kicks at the dead guy near his right leg, the remainder of his face being buried into the dirt.

He must take pity on you, because the hardened expression he was constantly putting up cracks just a little.

“Look, just get in the van. We’re an hour out of the city, and I’m your only ride. You can do whatever the hell you want after that.”

Your entire life, you have only wanted one thing. To protect your brother from the very thing he is probably facing right now. The Gnucci’s were the reason you had no family, the reason you were pulled apart and sewed back together. If they still had your brother, every second you wasted fighting with this guy was ruining your chance of getting him back in one piece. 

So maybe you would get blown to pieces on the way back, but it was worth the risk. Everything was worth the risk. You had come this far, crossed this many lines. What was one more, if it meant you could get him back? At least with this option you’d have the freedom of doing it on your own terms.

The only way to have your own choice, to do what you want to do, for once in your life, is to go with Frank Castle.

You swung the passenger door of the van open and slid inside, watching as the trail of bodies gradually disappeared out of sight. 

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Only twenty minutes have passes, and for someone who had spent the last three years in complete isolation, the silence between you both is uncomfortable.

No radio. You would have liked that, at least. You don’t remember the last time you heard a car radio. Or music. Your mom always had music playing when you were a kid.

Frank hadn’t said anything about where you were going, nor has he mentioned the constant ringing of your cuff, and you hadn’t brought up how the colour had now changed from orange to red. You had never seen it red before. You had also never heard it make these sounds before - a high pitched squeal of a noise filling the gap of silence. You were pretty sure it was going to blow up any second.  

“Just press the button.” Frank says lowly, his knuckles almost white from gripping the steering wheel. 

“It doesn’t work like that. It’s an alarm - now it’s triggered I can’t turn it off.” 

“Is it always so goddamn loud-”

“Well, if you’d shot me when I told you to, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Christ.” He shakes his head and puts his focus back on the road. While he’s distracted, you take the chance to observe him. Like, really look at him.

You never get photos of the targets you are meant to hit. Just a name and a location. It was why you were so surprised when his face matched one of the names you were given. You had only seen a glimpse when you were carried out by the Colonel, but his features were hard to forget.

He had a hard jaw, and a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. Yours most likely looked the same, although you hadn’t had the time to examine your own face like you were currently examining his. 

His hair was cropped short, and it was dark brown. Nearly black, but you knew it was brown because the sun was out, and it was shining through the short strands at the top. It was strange that you noticed that.

You couldn’t see them right now, but you knew his eyes were brown, too. You don’t know why you remember that, either. He was making your exhausted brain focus on all the wrong things. You should be thinking about his weaknesses, like that arm that was still broken. You see him look over at you, and you shoot your gaze forward, pretending to be busy staring at the traffic.

You were somewhere outside the main city, maybe on the edge of it. The tall buildings of the skyline you saw in the sunrise are still a fair way off. Frank indicates and pulls off the main road.

“I hope we’re close. This thing doesn’t seem to like wherever we’re going. Wherever this is.” Frank finally stops the car outside of what looks like a school building.

“He’s a friend. He’s dealt with this kind of thing before. Should be able to get that thing off your arm, if you ask nice.” You roll your eyes and your head drops back on the head rest.  

“This friend. He CIA too? You gonna turn me in with a bomb still on my wrist?”

“He’s not.” His face is hard. Clearly, whoever your going to see is a close friend. Maybe family. Instead of focusing on how you could use this against him, you look at how his eyes are definitely brown. Dark, too. The beeping starts again, and you focus your thoughts. 

“Guess I’ll take your word for it.”

“You make one wrong move in there, and I’ll kill you myself.”

“I’m sure Madani won’t be-“

“One wrong move.” He turns fully in his seat, left hand instinctively on the gun that always seemed strapped to him. You raised your hands in a mock surrender, and he scoffs before getting out of the car. “He’s in there.”

It’s then, catching your reflecting in the side view mirror, that you realise you’re still covered head to toe, in blood. It’s splashed across your face, all over your shirt and arms. Your pants are black, but the rest of you looks like a serial killer.

Fitting, but not ideal when you needed to law as low as possible.

“Put this on.” Frank throws something giant and black at you, and you manage to catch it before it drops to the floor. You fist the material, and it feels soft. Soft, and as you pull it over your head, you feel it’s warm too. God - it’s probably the most comfortable thing your held in your hands in years. It feels like a blanket, and you shift it around in your hands until you see the sleeves.

The jumper covers most of the blood stains on your arms and body, and when you finally pop your head out of the hole, you realise it’s on backwards, the hood obscuring your mouth. Two hands tug it around your body in one go.

“You put your arms in-“

“I know what a fucking jumper is.” You bite back, a little embarrassed. You don’t remember the last time you had worn one. As you finally tug it into place, he’s still close, standing right next to you. His arms come up near your head, and the animal in you screams to run - kill him and run now. You ignore it and don’t move, and his hands grab the hood behind your head and pull it over your hair.

“Keep that up. You’ll scare people.” You know it’s true, but the way he says it sounds more of an insult than an observation. You flip him off with the hand in your pocket and follow him into the building. Good thing it was a Saturday, because you would hate to see what the kids thought of your face.

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Frank leads you through the empty hallways of the school Curtis runs his sessions in, that stupid fucking beeping sound following him as he tries to find the right room. He told him to meet here because at least if this all goes south and they get blown to pieces, they won’t be able to ID Curtis at his house.

“That you, Castle?” His voice calls from an empty classroom, and he opens the door to find Curtis spreading out a bunch of supplies, already wearing his bomb suit. “If you want to see me, we can always just go for a drink. You know, like normal people.”

Frank pulls him in to a hug, and Curtis returns it warmly. It had been a couple months since he’d seen his friend, with everything that happened he figured they all needed time to recover on their own, but damn if he didn’t miss him.

“I appreciate you, man. You know that?” Curtis scoffs a laugh and goes to reply, but loses the words when you step into the room, hood still drawn over your head. 

“The woman with the bomb, I’m assuming.” Curtis motions for you, and surprisingly, you obey. It was kind of scary, the way you move with such caution, like you were anticipating the explosion any second. It didn’t fill Frank with a lot of confidence, but he stood right next to you, beside Curtis. “What’s your name?”

You tell him, and stick out your hand to shake his. Frank realises he never asked you for it. It’s why Curtis would always be a better person than him, and why Frank knows he could never do the job he does. He just doesn’t think of things like that.

“Nice to meet you. I’m gonna see what I can do here, okay?” You nod, lifting your other arm out. “How long has it been beeping like this?”

“About an hour or so. I have to check in every two or three, and if I don’t it triggers the alarm. That’s the button there-” You twist your arm to show the buttons on the side, and Frank catches an eye of the extensive scarring down your forearm and around your fingertips. “-and the lights go off.”

“It’s been on for two months?”

“Yeah. It also tracks location. I think the chip is back there, underneath the light. Dug around when I first got it, but I couldn’t figure it out and I didn’t really want to blow my face off.” You twist again, and Curtis turns to grab some wire clippers and a screwdriver.

“Couldn’t have that.” Curtis smiles, as if he doesn’t know what you can do. Or maybe he does, and just doesn’t care. He does keep Frank around. He turns your hand over a few times, and taps around on the screen. It has a digital time and longitude and latitude.

“What you think?” Frank tries to say quietly, but you both look up at him anyways.

“Seems standard. I doubt these guys had a lot of funding to be packing away explosives, let alone in something this small. I’m not even sure they could make anything decent in this size. I’m more concerned about the tracker.” He starts to unscrew the side of the watch, and the beeping gets higher pitched, almost like an alert. A last ditch effort to give off your location before it was shut off. He sees your eyes close under the hood, preparing, and he tries to put his body between you and Curtis.

Curtis keeps working, screwing at the other side until the inside of the cuff is exposed. There was a small chip, presumably used to track your location, as well as an intricate wire system packed into a tiny space.

“Shit.” Curtis swears, and puts down the wire cutters. “Who are these guys again?”

“Call themselves ‘New America’. Why? What’s wrong?” Frank pushes.

“This is just - for a start up organisation, even for criminals this technology is - it’s hardly even in the market. Someone’s paying big money for this stuff. I just need to- Okay, the wires are all woven together. I need something small and sharp, maybe like a needle or-”

“This?” One of your fingers extend, and a metal nail, sharpened to a point protrudes about two inches out of your finger. It’s the first time Frank can see it up close, and it’s almost like they have embedded it underneath your real nail.

“That will uh-“ Curtis, unfazed, gets a little closer, examining it. “That will do it.” He takes hold of your hand, and you let him control you, slipping the sharp point of your nail underneath the complex wiring. Franks only had a few run ins with this kind of thing, but Curtis always worked it out better. He had a head for this stuff, and at the very least, Frank needed a friend right now.

He hears a wire pop, and finally the beeping noise stops. He can still hear it ringing in his ears, but the noise is gone, and the hardest part is over. With the explosive disarmed, Curtis pops out the tracking device and places it on the table next to you. Your fist comes down with a crack, splintering it into dozens of tiny pieces.

The actual cuff turns out to be the hardest part. It’s made of some kind of reinforced metal, and Curtis can’t cut it with the pliers he bought, so him and Frank lead you out and down to the wood shop classroom hoping there’s something more high powered in there. As they walk, you taking your time somewhere behind, Curtis tries to pull him aside.

“Are you sure you aren’t in over your head with this one?”

“What do you mean? I’ve been on the Gnuccis for months now-“

“Not with that. With her. I mean, if she’s really what they say she is, maybe you shouldn’t be tying her up in your house and dragging her around the city. Cut your losses.”

Frank looks back at you, watching how you examine the now disarmed cuff around your wrist.

“She doesn’t wanna be here as much as much as I do. We got stuck with that thing on her wrist. I’ll bet you $20 she’s outta here before we even make it back to the van.” Curtis turns into the wood shop room.

“You know I’m not a betting man, Castle, but I might just take you up on that. Could use some easy money.” Before he can ask him what he means, you walk in, looking around the room.

“What is all this?” You ask, running your hands over the smoothed wooden tables.

“You never seen a wood shop classroom before?”

“Never went to high school.” Your confession stumps him. He tries to remember what it said on your file. You were only 12 when your parents died, and living with a mob family probably didn’t allow a lot of time for school, let alone shop class.

“You didn’t miss much. Full of bad haircuts and worse outfits.” If the hood wasn’t so far up your face, Frank would of seen you smile when you laughed at Curtis’ comment. He moves around the table, facing you.

“Put your arm here.” Frank says and you look up, confused, but you do what he says. “Like this.”

“If I lose my hand because of your shitty high school shop skills, I swear-“

“Just put your fucking arm down.” He takes your arm in his, fingers careful not to brush over any of the scars that line your arms. He can’t help but look - they are almost certainly surgical scars; the one, long line on the outside of your forearm and tiny ones spread out across your fingertips are so straight they had to be done with precision. He turns his focus back on the cuff, where your arm moves to his manipulation.

“I’ll bring this down.” Frank points out the lever on the side of the table, made to allow you to crank it up and down to apply more pressure between the two sharp points of metal. “Just hold still. It might get tight, but we want it to pop off.”

“Sure.” You adjust your arm, and he starts to move the lever down. The points find their place on the side of your arm, but they start to dig into the skin, and he sees you flinch, so he pulls it back.

“Sorry.”

“It’s - fine.” You don’t look up, your eyes burning holes into the ground. He starts the lever again, and can see your arm starting to shake. This was clearly a thing for you, like the fire was, and he wasn’t about to shove you through that again. He calls Curtis over in hopes of distracting you while he continues to crack through the metal.

“Hey Curt, you ever call that girl again? What was her name?”

“Callie?”

“Yeah. You call her back?”

“Nah. She told me she didn’t want nothing to do with me after last time.” Frank remembers it was his fault he got called out, because he needed help tracking down Billy Russo’s new men.

“C’mon. Just turn on that old Curtis charm. Show up with a box of chocolates or something. She’ll hear ya out.”

“I tried her house, but she wasn’t there. Screening my calls, too. Think I might of lucked out.” You make a small noise from the cover of your hood, and Frank runs with it.

“You got something to say, kid?” You look up, squinting at him.

“I’m not a ‘kid’, and no. Not unless you actually want to get laid. Otherwise stick with the chocolates.”

“Hey, I’m desperate here. It’s been a month of nothing.” Curtis can see what Frank is trying to do, and joins in. Of course he sees it, he deals with this kind of stuff for a living.

“What’d you do?”

“Stood her up on the third date. Didn’t call her for a week after it, too.”

“The third? Come on. Even I know that’s the big one.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. There wasn’t anything I would of rather gone to. Trust me.”

“Did you tell her that?”

“I, uh- it was complicated.” Curtis looks down at Frank, who shrugs. He doesn’t know how much you know about him, about what he does. If you knew, you hadn��t thrown it in his face yet, although throughout his minimal interactions with you, he has a feeling that if you knew, you would have.

“It’s like - fuck!” Frank clips your skin in one of the points on the lever. Your head drops again, and Frank hesitantly puts his hand on top of yours.

“You good?” The gesture seems to have the desired effect, because your eyes are now off the lever and on his hand, fingers lingering over your knuckles. You nod, and he keeps going.

“So what do I do?” Curtis catches your attention, and one more crank of the lever should do it.

“Just be honest, or as honest as you can be. She will be able to tell if your lying - women always know.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

“Cook for her.” Your eyes get a little distant when you say it, and Curtis nods at the idea.

“Yeah?” You nod.

“It’s the effort. My dad used to-“ You swallow and take a deep breath “-when he fucked up. He always used to cook for her, my mum, do this big meal in a pot or something.”

“That’s sweet.” Curtis uses his group therapy voice, and it shakes something in you. “Hopefully she likes toast, cause that’s about all I can make.” You smile, and it doesn’t meet your eyes, but Frank notices.

He finds himself looking at other parts of your face, and how it all seems to come together when you smile. The final crank of the lever sends the cuff flying off your wrist with a satisfying ‘clink’.

“That’s it, then?” Curtis takes the remainder of the cuff and throws it into the furnace.

“That’s it.” Frank stays seated opposite you.

“I, um-“ Your eyebrows furrow, and you look down at your hands. “Thank you. Neither of you had to do this.”

“Any friend of Franks is a friend of mine.” Another smile plays at the side of your face, and you look at him as if he’s a part of a joke only you two know.

“Oh yeah, best buddies. Next time we can braid each other’s hair.” Franks the one to laugh, shaking his head as he gets up and claps Curtis on the back, a silent thank you. He nods and heads toward the door, and you open your mouth, going to say something but you are cut off by a giant bang somewhere outside the door.

“We got company.” Curtis is looking through the small window of the classroom door.

“Colonel’s men?” You say, already moving towards the door.

“Do they wear military uniforms?”

“Fuck.” Frank curses. “The chip was destroyed.”

“Maybe they tracked it before we got it out.” Curtis was moving the table in front of the door, but you put a hand out to stop him.

“I’ll buy you time.” You swing the door open, the voices of at least 30 men echoing down the hall. Just like before, Frank sticks his arm out in front of you. “Stop doing that.”

“I just spent the last twenty minutes angling a bomb off your wrist, and now you’re just gonna get yourself killed?”

“I can handle myself.”

“Christ, that’s not what I’m saying. Look at you.”

“What do you care?” Frank shuts up. Madani must of gotten into his damn head, because now he feels himself giving somewhat of a shit about what happens to you. He justifies it by saying he owes Madani a favour, and he shouldn’t let her only lead run herself into a quick death.

“There’s a way out back.” Curtis had already moved to the back of the classroom, where another door must lead into a gym. He holds the door open, and Frank keeps his arm out in front of you, hoping you make the right call.

With a slight push back of his arm, you move towards the back door. He tries to hide the relief.

Curtis moves through the gym, leading you both through a storage room, out a staff bathroom to the outside parking lot.

“I should split off.” You say as Frank and Curtis head towards his car. Curtis stands in front of his drivers seat door, and looks at Frank.

“You got no car.” He tries.

“Faster without one.” You throw back, flexing your hands out the sleeves of his hoodie.

“You don’t know where your brother is. Madani can help you.”

“Can she? Without locking me up?” Frank looks to the right, where he can hear the men moving through the school building. They were probably near the shop classroom now. “I have to-“

An explosion from behind you sends debris flying, and car alarms go off sending the entire lot into chaos. Frank dives down, and he was close enough to you that when he instinctively put out his arm, he covered your head.

“Frank!” Curtis calls out, and he waves him off.

“Get outta here!”

“Not without you, let’s go!” He looks up to find you, only to see your body is halfway under another car, the engine already starting to kick over. A few wires hang out the bottom, and you were flicking them together, sending sparks flying as you hot wired it.

“He needs to get out of here. They will kill him. Go.” You turn to him, both of you still laying on the ground. His head was fucking throbbing, and the sound of the explosion must be messing with his head, because instead of crawling towards Curtis’ car, he moves towards you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not dragging him in to another war. He’s done enough.” You drop the wires as the engine roars to life, and sit up, staring at him. With a second of you looking at him, apparently the words hit home, because you nod and stand, offering your hand.

“You go, Curt. I’ll catch up.” Letting Curtis see he was good, he nods and jumps in the car, speeding off onto the main drag. He sees you go to the drivers side, and grabs the hood of your jacket. “I’m driving.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No. I’m driving.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Apparently the explosion was closer than he thought, or maybe he got hit by something, because he wasn’t sure if the answer was two or seven. “Yeah, I’m driving. Get in the back.”

“Fuckin’ back.” He groans, but doesn’t have the brain to complain when you shove him into the back seat, using a little more strength than you needed to. He watches as you pull away from the school, and even though every logical bone in his body tells him he shouldn’t trust you, shouldn’t let himself pass out right now, he looks up at you, and finds he does anyway.

[next chapter]

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[drsteggy]

I am feeling super frustrated lately so days must be getting shorter again.

I made this the other day because I had time to kill. This is two versions of my cosplay. Both were taken by pro photographers at cons. 2019 is by Ashton Williams. 2022 is Bryan Humphries.

I was very, very pleased with both versions of this cosplay. In 2019 I was at my third con in as many months. I’d made myself a shield and custom painted my sword. I was asked shortly after that image if I was gender bending Link or crossplaying and I didn’t have an answer for that, so I had to do a lot of thinking on the subject, and that’s been really interesting. I wasn’t wearing makeup or contacts yet.

That 2019 photo sits in my kitchen, where I see it all the time.

So yes, very pleased with it, but it wasn’t where I wanted it to be yet.

In the 2022 image, the wig is the same, though it’s better styled. The pants and gloves are the same (the 2019 photo was the first time I wore leggings with this) The belts, bracer and the sword are the same. I thrifted the boots, but the tops were recycled out of the old pair. I have colored contacts and started figuring out how to change my face a little, and to hold myself different,y (both works in progress). I’ve started to learn to sew and the tunic is the second version I made- it’s linen and it hangs to the right spot. I had to make my own to get one that went over my hips. I made the cape you can see, too. I’ve got arm wraps that stay in place finally, and that Shiekah slate I made holds my phone.

I love everything about this 2022 photo, too. I think I’m going to get it printed out to sit next to the other one in my kitchen. It’s still not exactly where I want it, but it’s all just little refinements. Well, I want to make my own pants because I could use some more pockets. Plus pants look like a challenge. I can’t wait to see where he’s at in another year.

I’m a very competitive person and when I started cosplay it was easy to see someone who had been doing it a decade and feel discouraged. I still sometimes do that. It’s better for me to see where I’ve been and where I’ve gotten. I sometimes see artists here who redraw an image a year apart to show their growth. I think this is the same

[sheliesshattered]

I've been sewing so much that I keep forgetting to take pictures and post an update about my progress. In the last five days since my last post I have:

Hand-sewn the final hem for the overdress!

Sewn on the round flat beads at the wrists and the lacing points to the ends of the front laces!

There's one small adjustment I'd like to make to the neckline trim, and then do the beading on top of it if I get time, but for now I'm calling the overdress officially done. (Though certainly in need of a good ironing.)

With that checked off my list, it was time to turn my attention to the underdress -- in the two pics directly above, I had the underdress on the hanger with the overdress so I could mark how much length to remove from the neckline, armscye, and skirt hems.

Buuut since I also needed to cut some silk organza for the overlap flaps at center back of the underdress, I also took a small detour to make a little bag to carry all my stuff around at con:

It's lined with the same organza as the underdress is made of, and has pockets for my phone, card case, and purell, and a bit of space besides to carry other stuff like chapstick and whatever else. If I end up with time at the end of the month I might fancy up the drawstrings a bit, but eh the whole point was to have something simple that will hold my stuff and blend into my dress. (And then I pattern-matched on the side seams anyway because I have zero chill.)

With that out of the way, it was time to really focus on the underdress. I got those flaps for the center back cut out and sewn on, and all the raw edges finished since they tend to be a bit itchy. Once those were on I was able to mark out how much I wanted to remove from the neckline and armscyes so that they don't stick out under the overdress, trim those back and start handsewing them down. As of tonight the armscyes are done, and the neckline is trimmed and ironed into place (which was more of a pain than I thought, and took almost an hour all on its own) and the handsewing started:

That lowest part of the V is actually center back, and the darker section folds over to overlap with the other side. Once the neckline is all in place I'll tack down the pointy outer corner (and the matching one on the other side) to the edge of the neckline. This will keep the neckline nice and fitted, but let the center back section open freely so the whole thing goes on over my head easily. It'll also give a nice, opaque, no-skin-showing underlayer right beneath the back lacings of the overdress, without actually having any closures of its own.

Once the neckline is done and the back flaps tacked down, it'll be time to really finish up the seam finishes that I've been handsewing off and on since, oh March or so, lol. I have all of them finished to about hip level, and since the skirt seams all are straight, I'm hoping I'll be able to iron them in place and either handsew them much faster or just machine sew them, we'll see. Last thing for the underdress will be the hem for the skirt, but since the overdress's hem went fairly smoothly with fabric that is much more fiddly, I'm hoping that the hem for this one will go pretty quick, too.

There's one bit of construction that I need to do for the jewelry, and I need to finally actually style the wig, but I'm starting to feel close to the finish line for Rhaenyra. Like I said earlier, I would really love to get the beading at the neckline done too -- but not as much as I would like to have all my other costumes pulled together, so that will definitely be a late August thing, if I get to it at all.

Ideally I would like to have all of the underdress sewing done by Thursday or Friday so that I can shift gears and start working on sewing the shorts for my Harley Quinn mashup. I've got five four weeks and a couple of days to finish everything, so if I can spend one week on this underdress, one week on Harley Quinn, and one week on all the wig work (five in total), I'll still have two weeks and change roughly 10 days to get to all the various detail work that I've been putting off. I'll try to remember to take pictures and post updates as I make progress!

[vampkaashis-wife]

Tailor Konoha is something so very important to me

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“Darling,” you sing as you waltz into the shop looking for its owner. Konoha Akinori, tailor extraordinaire, appears behind the counter at astounding speed. It’s only for you, he’s said before. Usually, he hides behind the counter for a solid moment to gather his wits before greeting his customers.

“Hi,” he says. “What’s going on?”

You pout playfully at him. “I want new clothes.”

It’s really impossible, the thrill that runs through him when he hears that you’re here to place a commission. He’s already sorting through his templates, considering what would best fit you, best flatter you, best show the world what he has that no one else can touch.

“Oh really? Tell me more.”

“You know how winter is coming up?”

He hums. A dark color then. Maybe a maroon?

“I was thinking I wanted a new coat.”

Yes, yes, a new -

Slowly, he drops the folder of lingerie templates. Damn them. Damn that Akaashi and Bokuto. Sure, they’re his most loyal customers, but they really made him forget he doesn’t exclusively make lingerie. Always in here commissioning new pieces for their girls.

“A new coat,” he repeats, closing that drawer and opening another one. “Tell me more. A long coat? Or cropped? How many pockets? What color?”

Why can’t he find his templates? When did this drawer become significantly emptier than the one he just closed? Oh my god, those two are ruining him.

“I think a long one,” you tell him, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “And matching with yours.”

“Matching?” He parrots.

“Yes, love. You know the one I like. I want one kind of like it.”

“Can I sew hearts on the pockets?” He asks without thinking. Anything to get his mind off the last piece he did, meant for Akaashi’s anniversary. You would’ve looked good in it too, he’s sure, because what don’t you look good in?

Amused, you say, “Sure. Just sew them on your own too.”

He hums again. God, he’s really going to have to ask this, huh?

“Babe, can I do another one for you too?”

You tip your head curiously. “I mean, I won’t say no. What are you thinking?”

He can’t do it. He can’t look you in the eyes and say he wants to make you custom lingerie, not when you’ve come in here with such an innocent request like a winter coat. “Uh…”

“Konoha?”

“Yeah?”

“You spaced out on me.”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Everything okay? Should I come back another time?”

“No, no.”

“So…”

“I’ll see you at home. I’ll tell you later.” He leans over the counter to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Have a good day, love.”

“Sure thing. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He’s so dead. He needs you out of this shop now before he combusts with the ideas running through his head.

Akaashi’s name goes on his hit list. That man is so dead next time Konoha sees him.

[alowlycaterpillar]

If you are poor or just hate capitalism and want to do things to spit in the face of the construct, here are some things you can do:

- steal

- grow a garden of easy produce items like potatoes, beans, berries, greens, tomatoes, and herbs

- look into local food banks and free markets in your area, I promise your community probably has one, and the more people who use their service the more volunteers and donations the programs are able to get! They want more people to come!! Like if you're making 500k a yr maybe don't but if you're a student or single parent or in a lot of debt, take advantage!! The more those services get used, the more funding and support they will receive so they can continue to operate!

- get a library card and use everything your local library offers, use the books but also use the space and the tables and the fireplace and the wifi and the audiobook library and the printers and scanners and computers and the parking lot and the streaming services, use all of it, often. The more all of their stuff gets used the more it will be funded, the more stuff they will have to offer.

- learn to sew and patch your clothes & avoid replacing them at all costs. Save your favourite hoodies and jeans and button downs, stitch up the holes and add elastic to waist bands and patch the worn down joints of jacket sleeves and jeans. Stop giving up on your clothes. Maybe even start making your own clothes!! It turns out it's not actually that hard, if you're patient and motivated.

- s t e a l

- make food at home, not just cook your own dinner but bake your own bread, bake cookies and muffins to snack on through the week, cook dinners in batches and freeze some so you have stockpiles of microwave dinners without the commercial packaging or cost.

- shit on company time. I'm so fucking serious right now, clock in at your job and then go take a dump. Fill your water bottle on company time. Dilly dally at the water cooler on company time. Wash your hands for two and a half full minutes of company time, count those Mississippi's, scrub under those fingernails, get that soap all the way to those elbows, do it. Waste their time. Make them pay you to waste their time.

- S T E A L

- steal from corporations.

- steal from superstore.

- steal from walmart.

- steal from target.

- just kidding you should not steal, stealing is wrong and bad, you definitely should not stick your eco friendly reusable bags in the cart and then oopsy-daisy half your items land in a bag and don't get scanned, silly you, such a ditz. You should not get doubles of important household items and in the rush and chaos if the self checkout you happen to only scan half of them. You definitely should not put heavy items like flour or sodas at the bottom of your cart in that shelf that you always forget is there and then inevitably forget it's there and not scan them. You definitely should not peel sale stickers off cheap items and place them on other items to snag a discount. You definitely should not tuck one item into the pocket or open space of another item and it doesn't get scanned at the checkout. All of these things are bad and wrong to do, and you Should Not Do them.

- if you see somebody stealing, no you fucking didn't.

[liviavanrouge]

Outing

Livia: *Sits beside Leah, sewing the princesses handkerchief*

Leah: I heard there's a festival happening across the sea, I never got to see it up close

Livia: A festival?

Leah: *Nods, looking at her* I can usually see the pretty lights from the balcony

Livia: Then lets go..I'll take you to see it!

Leah: But-

Livia: *Smiles, standing up* Trust me

Leah: ...alright...

Livia: *Pulls an item out of her pocket, holding a mini mirror* My Dad gave this to me, he said it's not useful for small distances or places I haven't spent that long in

Leah: Then how will it take us there?

Livia: I found a loophole, it'll take you to a place close to the area!

Leah: *Stares, her eyes sparkling* Really?!

Livia: Mirror Mirror! Take us to a place close to the festival!

Leah: *Gasps, her eyes widening as the mirror glowed*

Livia: *Smiles, standing on a grassy hill* SEE!!

Leah: Wow!

Livia: *Chuckles and grabs Leah's hand, pulling the princess after her* Let's go! Come on!

Leah: *Looks around as Livia walked through the festival* So pretty!

Livia: Two kebabs please either a side of fruit for me!

Leah: *Blinks, Livia handing her a kebab*

Livia: *Hums, taking a bite out of her own kebab* So good!

Leah: *Bites into her kebab and gasps* It's Delicious!!

Livia: *Laughs, beaming at her* I know right!

Leah: What's next?!

Livia: *Laughs, holding Leah's hand as the two ran around the festival trying food and watching puppet shows*

Leah: *Laughs, clapping as she watched people dance*

Livia: COME ON! *Grabs Leah's hand, the two laughing together as they danced*

Leah: *Smiles wide, spinning around with Livia holding her hands* This is so fun!

Livia: All festivals are fun! You should see the ones back home where I come from!

Leah: *Walks beside Livia smiling* I hope one day you can take me to see them...

Livia: *Stares then looks down sadly* Maybe....

Leah: Livia...

Livia: *Perks up, looking at the princess* Yes?

Leah: Thank you for bringing me here, this is the most fun I've had in such a long time

Livia: *Stares then smiles* No problem princess, it's my job to make you happy as your lady in waiting....

Leah: You're starting to be more than just a lady in waiting to me..

Livia: *Blinks twice then perks up* Princess wait here!

Leah: *Tilts her head to the side, watching Livia go over to a stand*

Livia: *Smiles, hurrying over to Leah with a bracelet* My big brother got a bracelet like this, his lover gave it to him! It symbolizes eternal happiness and health!

Leah: *Stares, Livia slipping the bracelet onto her wrist* Such a small and ordinary item symbolizes that

Livia: Not everything has to be jewel studded or fancy, sometimes the most ordinary items can have big meanings!

Leah: *Smiles, touching the bracelet* Thank you, I'll treasure this forever!

Livia: Shall we head back?

Leah: Can we stay for a little longer?

Livia: *Giggles and nods* Where to next princess

Leah: Leah..

Livia: Hm?

Leah: Just call me Leah

Livia: *Smiles and nods, walking beside Leah* Where to next, Leah?

Leah: Wherever our feet takes us

[ask-de-writer]

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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

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Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six

Part 52 of ? (Work in Progress)

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Fluttershy nibbled down her last Bismark and drained her iced coffee.  She reluctantly got up and took her package of nursing uniforms with her as she took her leave.  “I need to screen applicants to replace Elanar and Howzit.  With three hundred and sixty some new patients, I will need to hire at least four more nurses besides their replacements.  It is hard to believe that I am hiring help like this.”

Kin snorted into her iced coffee before replying, “I know what you mean, Flutters.  A few days ago, I was just the luckiest succubus ever summoned and lover to the most wonderful mare ever.  Now, I am a doctor, head of a trauma hospital, and training new staff as fast as I can.  Even with Princess Luna to help, it is a huge job.”

Rarity chuckled as she added, “And don't forget, we still have sixty three more costumes to sew up!”

As if that were a cue, Pinkie cheerfully barged into the shop, leading a striking dusty green mare with white mane and tail.  “Figured that you guys could use some help!  Minty here is a headliner at the Mane Place and happens to be an expert seamstress!  Had her own business before the Dawnguard moved into town.  She would not pay them for “Celestia's Blessing” and her shop was burned down.  The cops never caught the crooks who did it, either.  Funny thing that.  The investigating police ponies were the stinkbug brigade.  You know, the ones that are now in jail for attacking the Palace of Friendship with a battering ram!”

Minty's ears perked up at that revelation!  “I wonder if maybe the investigation could be re opened?  I could sure use the insurance money.  Wouldn't be enough to re start the business, though.”

Rarity led the troop of them into the work room in the back.

Minty's breath sucked in with delight at their new sewing equipment!  “A Searaid two needle type VII!  That is an amazing machine!  And you have a Morton and Smally layout and cutting table!  Is it set up for roller cutters?  Those are replaceable wing and breast forms on that dress form!”

Turning to Rarity, eyes wide, she exclaimed, “You have a great shop set up! Helping you with the costumes will be so much fun!”  Looking around, she noticed, “Where did Pinkie Pie go?”

A small clatter from the kitchen answered her.  Pinkie called from that other room, “They got a Running Wolf Commercial stove too!  Goodies soon!”

Rarity simply offered Minty a pattern file, saying, “How many of these, in which colors and fabrics is listed there in the pocket of the file cover.”

Minty took only a moment to read the specifications.  She dove into Rarity's fabric bolt racks, selecting several of them.  She set them up on the rack at one end of the layout and cutting table and fed the free ends under a roller before pulling them all out to a clip at the other end of the table.  Making sure that none of the fabrics was wrinkled, she clamped down the feed roller too.  With everything laying smoothly, she sorted out the pattern pieces, paying attention to fabric grains as noted on the parts.  Satisfied that she had the best layout, she began pinning the patterns to the fabric.

Rarity and Kin joined her, expertly pinning the parts for cutting.  Rarity set a movable clamping bar over the end of the table, loosely for now. She took a roller cutter blade, gave one to Minty and one to Kin. As stacked parts were cut from the multiple layers of cloth and carefully set aside on a work table, Rarity shifted the loose bar up and clamped it in place to keep the fabrics smooth and tight on the table.

In only a few minutes more, the parts for five costumes were waiting to be sewed up.  A smiling Rarity gave Minty a hug.  “Very well done, Minty!  Now, we sort these into the particular costumes.  We want these arms to contrast with the balance of the costume, to provide a clear and crisp movement for the dancer!  We want the skirt to work with her legs for best flare and swirl too.”

Minty, eyes about half closed, ears up in concentration, nodded slowly, “I see it!  These showpieces are really different from our regular stripping outfits, aren't they?”

Kin chuckled, as she noted, “Yep.  These are part of the choreography of the Mountain Dance set piece.  There will be eight dancers in the set.  These five are the sort of chorus to the three main dancers, one of whom will be “Star” of the piece.  Clarice and Foamy designed the dance and will be picking the dancers.”

Minty nodded briskly, “I know.  They have been drilling us almost mercilessly!  They want all of us to have parts in the big set piece dances.   Pinkie Pie is a fantastic producer, too.  If we need it, she finds it, somehow.”

Pinkie Pie emerged from the kitchen, “Break time!  I have mint filled and topped chocolate Bismarks and Rom black tea on ice!”

The costume parts lay alone and neglected on the work table as ponies stampeded to the front to devour snacks!

Down at the Ponyville Police Station, Celestia, Luna and Twilight were thoughtfully regarding all seven of the Dawnguard's Priesthood and along with them, ex judge Horsefry and  the five officers that Pinkie called the Stinkbug Brigade.

Celestia began, “As you all know, this is a trial under the Royal Wing of Equestria.  We shall be informal but do require respect for each pony speaking.  The verdict that we reach can not be appealed.”

Luna took up, “If you have information bearing on any issue that is brought up and volunteer it freely, that will be considered toward mitigation.  The same is true if you have information relating to other criminal matters that are not a part of this investigation. All statements made in this Court will be monitored by a Bridge of Dream.  That will tell me IN DETAIL whether your statements are true.”

Twilight took up, “Our sole purpose in this trial is to find the truth of matters and all mitigation that we can, for the reaching of as just and fair a verdict as possible.

“A few points to save time and effort.  One:  No plea of religious exemption will be allowed.  Two:  No plea of 'I was just following orders' will be allowed.  Ponies are expected to know right from wrong and to not do wrong.  Three:   No appeal to your religious texts will be considered.  They have been examined and found to be over one third plagiarized from the outlawed Holy Truth of Celestia used by the old Celestian Church.”

Celestia nodded politely to Twilight and then to the accused, “With these matters understood, we may proceed.”

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[petscrub]

i would have written in this in my journal but i dont have it with me so

i had a productive therapy session this morning. we talked about goals and achieving them and actually Doing things, like just doing them, instead of thinking about it and never actually getting started.

i told her i need help with it, and need accountability. so we arranged that i would be writing at least a page a week in my novel. i think its a good goal, and im glad i have someone to report back to, because just doing it all based on my own willpower and discipline has been really hard.

i still have yet to write my FIT essay, and im still contemplating doing it at all. i think it would be great to go back to school, but theres money and the fear of getting stuck in a commitment. i really wanted to go in the first place because i thought designing and making clothes would actually be a practical job for myself, and i think i could really make it work in the meantime.

ideally of course i finish this book, but i figure that could take years, and i want to quit my current job, so i thought that making money off of fashion would be a good idea. but now that im thinking about it, i dont even know if i need FIT. not only is everything on google and youtube and what not, but there is a place ive taken classes at before in the city called the sewing center and i feel like i could really benefit from that, like obviously its going to be a lot less money and time than actually going to college for 2 or 4 years.

i took a few classes at sewing center and i liked it, and learned a good amount. its hard to afford it when ur paying out of pocket because it can really add up, but the good thing is that i can take the classes on my own schedule. i just kind of fell off of learning to sew and making things so i need to get back into it.

i have a really hard time with the actual getting started with things, executive dysfunction i guess, bc i know once i start it will be easier, but god, just making myself go into the studio and beginning is so. fucking. hard.

i have the tools i need, the inspiration, the resources, etc. i have no one to blame but myself for not just doing it, its a hard truth. i feel a shift coming though, i really do feel happy about having my therapist hold me accountable for things i desperately want and need to do. i started reading a book i had bought a long time ago for research on the 1920s for my novel and began reading on the train. the research part is much more difficult for me than the actual writing. but 1 page a week should be doable.

as for sewing, i should give myself another kind of goal/deadline. maybe just make a little something every week. i like feeling accomplished and i love to create. i cant live without it. if im not making a full on outfit i can at least work on jewelry or accessories and stuff.

[gemsofthegalaxy]

I am having an. idea.

Breath of the Wild except after rescuing Link, Zelda actually dies and Hyrule is devastated by the calamity, evil everywhere and the pockets of Hylian/Gerudo/Goron/Zora/Rito are even smaller and farther in between

Because Zelda never had any children or siblings, the bloodline of the Goddess has ended- But Hylia isn't gonna take that laying down.

17 years before Link is set to wake from his slumber, a Hylian girl is born. She is given the name Zelda in honor of the Princess who died. While some people resent the former royals who were unable to save them, others hope beyond reason that a Hero will rise again and remain faithful to the idea of Hyrule.

Zelda is raised in the middle of the woods, in harsh conditions with not enough to go around even the few mouths around. They make do, though. She's taught everything she needs to survive, killing and cooking her own meat, sewing and mending her clothing, and so on. She knows which plants are safe and want to discard. She also shows wisdom beyond her years when it comes to traversing the wilds without alerting the monsters that lurk near their small Hylian settlement.

When Link wakes, he's entirely alone. He does encounter the spirit of the late King, who tells him he's a bit too late, that Calamity Ganon resides in the castle and it's highly dangerous to go alone. Link leaves the plateau and, although his memory is spotty, he has a feeling he might be able to help and that drives him forward.

As Rhoam explained, the land is harsh and unforgiving, there are monster crawling everywhere. Link starts through a forest, staying low when he can and finding out his muscle memory makes him a fairly skilled fighter when he can't.

Eventually, he comes across another Hylian. He doesn't notice he's being followed by her at first, but he clues in sooner than most travelers (not that there are many). Soon, he's face to face with a girl who is very clearly of the Wild. They spar just long enough for her to test him before she introduces herself as Zelda and Link's breath catches, but he can't place why he knows that name.

And then idk they take on Calamity Ganon or something and without even knowing how Zelda has the sealing power bestowed upon her and they defeat him, I wrote this out because i LOVE the vibes of a forest Zelda growing up in the wilds, getting dirty, studying plants and animals animals and stealth and knowing the land like the back of her hand. Paired with a clueless amnesiac who just has this sense about him that he must Do Good and try to Make The World Better.

[fresa-schnee]

Day 9: Deep Waters

Kazuya sat at his work desk, humming away. His emerald green eyes scanning the desk.. Overlooking the doll he was working on. He considered it his best work by far.  It was lifelike, but not to an uncanny degree. It seemed perfect, but there were still a few small flaws here and there.. He’d have to fix those up before the due date. 

He stood up, taking out a small journal from his pocket and flipping through it.. It was only a few fragments of the original, but it was quite enough to make sure he was completing the process.. 

“Dammit this was her speciality, not mine.. I made the damn things..” He grumbled as he started to pace around the room. The click of his heels making a eerie echo through the room. The windows were covered up, and it was only lit by candlelight. 

He stopped, and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Dammit.. This has to be perfect.. Yet I can’t..” He shook his head and flipped his hand away. He then grabbed at the key around his neck, grunting. “I’ll just have to try my best I suppose.. Just like you, never one to do things by the book..” 

Kazuya went back to his workstation, and gently moved the blonde hair of the doll away from it’s face. “The Ultimate Dollmaker..” Kazuya muttered as he pulled open a drawer, and took out a few pieces of sewing supplies. Alongside a few vials of strange substances. 

“Let’s see if I have earned that title..” He started about his work. First, fixing up the small imperfects he had left behind in his haste. Starting with small cuts and misshapen spots on the face. Then setting to work on fixing the larger ones. There was a tear on the side of the abdomen, which took some time sewing back together. 

As he silently finished the stitching, he moved to the bottles. He picked one up, and uncorked it.. A viciously foul smell flowing from the bottle. Kazuya hurled himself back, covering his nose to keep the stench out.

Yet they continued onwards. Staying as far back as possible Kazuya dabbed a piece of cloth into the bottle, and started to gently brush it against the body of the doll. The doll’s ‘skin’ gained a soft texture.. Shining just a small bit when the light reflected against it. Kazuya was quick to recork the bottle, and place it away once he finished. Kazuya sighed as he went for the next one.. He had to be careful, his supply was running low.. He would have to wait to get more.

This bottle had a glass cork.. The elegant and clear glass vial revealed a soft crimson water inside of it. Kazuya gently opening it up, and placed a hand underneath the doll’s head. He tilted it up gently, and placed the bottle to it’s open lips. He only used a few drops, but even that was almost all of the substance.. Only a few more attempts left.

Kazuya gently sat the doll back down, and watched. Sitting back down in his seat, Kazuya watched the doll… waiting. The clock ticking by as he waited. Waiting.. As he waited his memories started to flow.. Thinking back on one night.

—---------------

Kazuya remembered vividly how they reacted when the news had arrived. The soul crushing despair he had felt. They had told him that she had been shot.. And when they tried to find her, they couldn’t find any remnants of her body. Just a pool of blood, and the tattered journal. Almost all of it’s contents were missing. 

Yet a few pages remained. Kazuya was staring down at them.. They were holding notes on their research. Tears were staining the errant pages. He gasped and collapsed onto the floor. She was gone. How could she be gone? There was so much left undone.. Their project wasn’t even half finished.. They were going to bring her back! Now she’s gone.. They’re BOTH gone..

Everything he had worked towards for years was now in shambles. He couldn’t understand why the world could be so cruel. Is this what everyone wanted? To feel this soul crushing despair? To be overwhelmed by such a horrid feeling constantly?

“...no…” Kazuya muttered, shakily standing up. They looked over at their work desk.. His own notes were thrown across it. He gazed back down at the few remaining pages in his hand.. It was then he decided to make a change..

The overwhelming despair wouldn’t hurt anyone else.. He’d find a way to destroy it. Destroy despair utterly, and have only hope.. And happiness. No matter the cost. 

No matter what, he would find it.

—---------------

Kazuya snapped back to the present. Surprised to have relived that memory.. Why now? His gaze fell to his pocket, and he drew out the journal.. He opened it up, staring at the pages. Not his handwriting.. They were the pages of the journal she had cherished. Only fragments and pieces of the original.. But enough.

“..We’ll be back together soon..” Kazuya sighed, and slumped in his chair. He placed the journal on the desk near the doll, and wrapped his hand around the key. A small memento.. Useless now. But it’s emotional value was still enough.

A key to an old memory.. One locked away forever. 

Kazuya’s gaze turned back to the doll.. And he sat upright upon seeing one of it’s fingers twitch. He immediately stood up from his chair, and looked closely at their face..

…And the doll opened it’s lapis lazuli colored eyes.