#home stuff and apparel

[welcome-to-craftyland]

bottle cap magnet craft! 🫙 (+ bonus project: glue a magnet on anything!)

Have miscellaneous bottle caps laying around? Dig through your recycling and craft these super fun customizable magnets. 

Start by collecting a bunch of bottle caps, which for me is always very easy given my ongoing junk drawer situation.   

Cut your image to fit snugly inside the bottle cap. I found that a quarter made the perfect template, using a pencil to trace where I’ll cut.  

Cut out the photos you’d like to use & glue them to the inside with a big blob of glue. Set aside to dry a bit. You can set them aside to let dry for 24 hours if you have patience, but if you’re like me just watch a movie and come back to it when you’re done.  

When that’s dry, coat the entire image inside the bottle cap with a glob of glue (make sure it will dry clear), making sure the sides and everything is covered and sealed. Here, I also added some small pieces of confetti or glitter, using a needle to push them under the wet glue. Pop any bubbles that form. This part takes the longest to dry, I always leave them overnight.   

When the glue has cleared up and it’s all dry, use some strong craft glue to attach a small magnet to the back. Wait until that’s dry to put the magnet anywhere. All done!

Supplies: - Bottle caps - Scissors - Strong glue - Clear drying craft glue - Small magnets - Printed scaled down images, or - Magazine photos - Confetti or glitter (optional)

bonus craft: glue a magnet on anything!

Using a super strong craft glue, attach magnets on anything your heart desires. Toy cars, plastic animals, spoons, game pieces, whatever you want!

Hot tip: It’s much easier to make stuff into magnets if the object has at least one flattish side!

[thejessis]

hey y'all drop me some etsy shop suggestions, I have a gift card burning a hole in my pocket and nothing in my favorites is sparking joy : ( the more the better!!

[tojisun]

cw: hinted stalking

it all started with a shirt. the one that you always prefer to wear when things are getting too hectic for your liking. it’s fraying, with holes close to the seam and the hems now loose and torn. it’s an ugly thing but it’s comfortable. more than anything, it’s a piece of home.

and now that shirt is fucking gone.

you tore your flat apart trying to find the old tee—digging in your hamper, plucking shirts from your drawers, even peeking underneath your bed—but it seems to have just vanished. like you just hallucinated all the memories you have of it. if it had been any shirt you would be fine with never seeing it anymore but this is not just any shirt.

it’s simon’s.

the one that you stupidly kept during the breakup, all forlornly sniffing at the fading smell of his shampoo. you kept it underneath your pillow while you were dealing with the heartbreak, before using it as it is—just a shirt with no ties.

only, in its absence, you realize that you never really did separate it from him.

you used it as simon’s stand-in; it was the final piece of him that you managed to drag with you as the days bloomed into years. it meant memories with and of simon, everything that is good and the bad, and now it’s gone.

jesus. how could you be so worked up over a shirt? it’s too ridiculous, really.

with a grunt, you jump onto your bed to bury your face on your pillow. you sniff, pouting, and you try not to put a name on what is churning in your heart as you slip your arms underneath the sheets, hoping to curl up in comfort.

they hit something.

your bed has been a haven, of sorts. a pocket of peace when things are just too much. you’ve filled it with many things that bring you comfort—fleece blankets, silk pillows, three stuffed toys that are lined up on your windowsill. in short, you’ve memorized everything that should be in your bed, and this thing that your hands hit is new.

you feel around for it, registering how it is coarse to the touch the way crisp cloths usually are. when your mind and your hands cannot conjure an image of what it is you’re touching, you scramble to tug it up, only for your brows to furrow even more at the sight of a very unfamiliar shirt.

it is black, almost plain if not for the little embroidery of some logo on the chest area. you turn it around, wondering how you could have missed this apparel, only to pause at the sight of a sticky note tacked on the shirt.

in a penmanship that you refuse to believe that you are seeing right now, the note reads, “here’s a new one that still smells like me as payment for taking my old shirt back. -S”

what the fuck.

(you bring it close to your face anyway, breathing it in softly, and something in you stutters at the familiar scent.

god. it’s been years and yet, a quick sniff bubbles up many things that you’ve tried to stuff away and bury. still, it seems like your heart never really stopped missing him, huh?)

[tumble-tv]

There’s word (very strong and big word) that Donald Trump is going to start mass deportations on Tuesday, January 21, 2025.

He wants any immigrants, no matter how long they have been a citizen of the USA, to be deported either out of the country as a whole or into what are basically concentration camps. They’re starting in Chicago, Illinois. The US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) has started raiding homes and families in California. Here’s some information.

When it comes to spotting an ICE agent, look for these:

Weirdly neat/well kept hair (shaved heads, side parts, military burs for men; low buns, high ponytails, close cropped bobs for women)

Oversized jacket (long and bulky outerwear makes it easier to hide tools/equipment without being suspicious)

Both hands in pockets

Many undercover agents/cops buy cheap plain clothes off the racks so they aren’t seen in their own clothes. This can make their outfit seem awkward

Sweatshirts with the hood up

Sports apparel (warm up jacket, sweats, etc) with non-sports clothes (jeans, cargo shorts)

Cargo pants/shorts (usually full of items like their badge, flashlight, taser, pepper spray, backup handcuffs, zip ties)

Military or hiking style boots, sometimes chunky sneakers (extra points if none of it matches anything in their outfit)

Outline of a gun in their pants/shirt (easy to see when bending, leaning, or raising arms) (NO NOT SAY ANYTHING)

Overly friendly

Overly inquisitive

“How old are you” and “what do you know about this happening” are both red flags, along with generally odd and personal questions

Don’t fit in

Mismatched pairs in public spaces (usually cops do these things in pairs. They don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each other much, if at all)

DO NOT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE 100% SURE

YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL THE SUSPECT STARTS ACTING OFF AND GETTING PUSHY

COPS ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE UNDERCOVER

COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU

SCREAM “LA MIGRA” AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

For protesting:

N95 masks

Respirator/gas mask if you have access to one

Water water water water water (I hate to say it, but disposable one use bottles are best here. If it comes to it, you need to be able to drop and run.)

Snacks

Eyedrops (teargas is a bitch)

Goggles (I bring my old snowboarding goggles)

If you are wearing a t-shirt or have exposed skin, put on fake tattoos. If you are brought into something and they say you were there, showing a picture of you with the tattoos, show them where that tattoo would be and how there’s nothing there. How would you get rid of a giant flower on your forearm in 2 days anyways?

Hide your hair. I tuck my hair into my beanie since it’s short. If you have longer hair, try to do the same or tuck it into your shirt.

Power bank

Chargers

Helmet. Any is fine, my personal choice is a skating helmet since they’re rounder and can take more damage

Hand sanitizer

Gloves (either to keep your hands warm or simple nitrile exam gloves, both work)

Bandanas. Somebody might need one for their face or hair, maybe you need to get dirt off somebody’s face, maybe somebody got injured. They’re great for anything and everything

Cash (try to stick to cash, your card can be tracked)

Medications if you take them. If you get arrested or happen to somehow be away for longer than expected after the protest, it’s always good to have emergency meds

FIRST AID ALL THE FIRST AID (Tourniquet, Quikclot, chest seal, trauma shears, gauze, bandages, duct tape, and all the usual stuff you’d have in there)

Good shoes

Spare socks. Trust me.

As much covering clothing as you can handle. Plain jeans, plain hoodie, plain t-shirt, keep yourself as anonymous as possible

Photocopy of your ID

Sunscreen

Make sure your clothes have pockets

Do not wear contact lenses. If tear gas is used, that will make everything so much worse. Wear your glasses or go blind.

If you use mobility aids, cover defining features. Logos, brand names, colors, stickers, all of it. Take some old plain t-shirt and tie it around your wheelchair’s backrest. Wrap your wheelchair frame in cling wrap, then duct tape, or plain black self adhering medical tape. Cover stickers on your cane or crutches the same way. Electric chair? You have a little more work, but you can do it. Same idea. Walker? Same thing. Cover. It. All.

If you are bringing a bag, make sure that bag is as plain as possible. No pins. No patches. No keychains.

Scarf if you have one

Write a reliable phone number (of someone who is not at the protest with you) on your body. On the off chance you get arrested, that is your emergency contact.

Pocket knife.

Pepper spray/mace

Anything you can throw. Soup for my family.

IF YOU CAN, LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME

IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT WITH YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON, TURN OFF LOCATION SERVICES ON ALL APPS AND TURN OFF BIOMETRICS (FACE ID AND FINGERPRINT) SO YOU CAN ONLY UNLOCK YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR PASSWORD

MAKE SURE SOMEBODY KNOWS GENERALLY WHERE YOU ARE

I do not want to scare anybody, but this is what life is right now. That man does not care how long you have been a citizen of this country. If you are not white, cisgender, heterosexual, Christian, and male, you are seen as less than by men in power. You are not less than. You are a threat to them, and they are scared. Keep it that way.

Here's the link to my post on what to bring in terms of first aid.

If you cannot attend protests, that’s fine. Do what’s best for you. Simply reposting information helps.

[silentium-symphony]

Autumn-disiac (Link x Reader) SMUT

a/n: sorry i've been gone for awhile! here's some ~fun stuff~ to make up for lost time ;) i haven't really written anything in awhile, so please bear with me as i get back into the swing of things!

cw: minors dni, afab!reader, link going FERAL over his meal :), reader is just a sobbing horny mess LOL, praising, cunnilingus, overstimulation, porn w/o plot, christ what the hell did i write

wc: 595

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

The return of autumn heralded many things. Those sick of summer's swelter happily traded in sweat-yellowed tank tops for cozy, chunky knit cardigans. Fur-lined pants and leaf-patterned smocks replaced rustic shorts, and other summer apparel was shelved for the next growing season. Mothers' calls for their children chime earlier and earlier, paralleling the harvest darkness that encroached sooner in the day. Heroic epics crafted from the day's play are often discarded at the door, forgotten, as children are embraced by their mothers first and the smells of her cooking second.

Beyond the intimate comforts of home lie the wilds, which have since been shadowed with deep magenta. A thin spray of mist rolled down the hills, carrying with it the softest hint of moved air. The breeze, chilled by the beginnings of the harvest season, lapped at a set of blurry windows fogged from within.

A tongue, moistened with your sweetness and honeyed with sinful whispers, dragged the edge of ecstatic muscle up and down your abused folds. A brittle sob erupted from your chest as you tossed sweat-pressed locks from your forehead.

"L-Link, we've been at this for hours..."

"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so well. Just one more round, okay? You know how much I need this sweet pussy."

Your beloved's sultry purr rumbled through your core, sending bolts of electricity through pleasure-numbed nerves. Calloused palms sunk into your soft, supple thighs as he urged you forward and back with a gentle sway.

"Mm... Rock your hips for me... That's it, that's it, love..."

The sounds of desperate suckling and pussy-drunk groans brimmed the air with sickeningly sweet depravity. The musk of hours-long sex perfumed your senses into a mindless, blissed-out mush, electrified only by the occasional flick of your clit or the teasing teething from the man below. Leaning back slightly, you rested your shaky arms atop Link's thighs, doing little to still his erratic and involuntary pistoning--a futile attempt to fuck the hole he was currently feasting.

"That's it, hun, lean on me. I'll take care of ya, promise."

That all-too familiar tension was mounting deep in your gut, threatening to spill over and drown the man underneath. Honed in on your tells, Link initiated a dangerous combo of tongue and finger, alternating between fucking and rubbing until your vision blurred with more tears and your throat burned with more pleas.

"Mm... You want it, yeah? Does my beautiful, perfect girl wanna cum for me? Hm? Wanna cum, baby?"

"P-Please...! Link, I'm so close, please let me cum! Please let me cum! Plea--!"

A burning white throbbed through your core, snapping the thread that dangled your last bits of sanity over the velvety abyss. A searing light, hot and addicting, temporarily blinded you as you felt yourself fall back onto a sticky body.

A loud cry buzzed through your subconscious as something hot and wet squirted all over your front, painting your tits and stomach with thick threads of white. Pleasure-stricken convulsions rocked his body as more heat spilled onto you.

No energy could be expended to bask in the final afterglow, your eyelids weighted by an exhaustion you had never known. Some shuffling, and soon, the hot stickiness on your back and front was cooled by a wet rag. What could vaguely be recognized as fingers combed through the undoubtedly sweaty, tangled bird's nest formed atop your head. Soft, lovestruck murmurs coming from your beloved hastened you quicker into slumber.

You could only hope he understood your gurgled hum as an 'I love you.'

(Don't worry, he did).

[totalswag]

pairs love - DREW STARKEY

authors not since drew is in pairs at the fashion shows i thought why not write something cute and adorable. like can we talk about how freaking good he looked walking around ugh. the poll is officially over and the rafe series won! ima start working on the master list and have it up.

summary you come out to visit your boyfriend in pairs during fashion week.

warnings kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower

Drew was invited to two fashion shows in Paris: menswear for Prada and Loewe menswear. He left three days ago, while you stayed at home to put the finishing touches on your flower garden.

You couldn't be more proud of your boyfriend with all the success he's gained over the past couple years. He truly deserves this. Getting the recognition he deserves.

Last night, you landed in Pairs, drained from hours on the plane and eager to shower and sleep on a bed. It felt good seeing Drew and being in his arms. Although it was three days without each other, you always miss his presence.

Drew had the day off, so he planned to take you out to dinner, walk around, shopping, and visit the Eiffel Tower. He advised you to get enough rest early so you have enough rest to explore the Pairs at night.

During dinner, Drew spoke about what the shows were like and meeting celebs he's seen in movies or other people for the first time. It was really cool hearing what he had to say.

You were quite excited to visit the Eiffel Tower. You've always wanted to see it in person someday. Your inner child was jumping up and down inside.

"That restaurant was so delicious; I can see why you enjoy it so much," you tell Drew, tucking your hands into your coat to keep them warm from the cold.

"I'm glad to hear that you liked it baby," He smiles, tilts his head to the side, and blushes.

You chuckle as you playfully nudge his arm. He pretends to fall on his side, with a dramatic expression on his face.

"You are such a dork," you laugh.

"Your favorite dork, dork," he responds in a playful tone, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you continue walking down the sidewalk.

Drew and you went inside a few stores that caught your eye; you might've bought a few things. Drew watched you in awe as you showed him different clothing throughout the store.

"What do you think about this one?" You inquired Drew, holding two clothes that piqued your interest.

Drew hurriedly glances aside from the apparel rack he was browsing. His brows furrow as he casts a stern stare with his pointer finger on his chin.

"I think both will look great on you, but I'd go with this one because it draws your eyes out," he says casually, sweeping his arm toward the shirt you first showed him.

"You are too sweet, you know that" you reply as you turn around, putting back the other clothing item.

He loves seeing you happy. He knew how much you've always wanted to visit Pairs and thought this was the best time to go.

"Thank you for the stuff, baby," you grin, gripping his hand and lifting the bag with your other hand.

When you went out of the last store, you heard people heading in your direction, fans. They walked forward with grins on their faces, carrying items for him to sign and their phones for photos.

When one fan spotted you were with him, she screamed your name out in delight, and the rest followed after. You put your free hand over your heart with a pout before beaming at the little fans.

We love you Drew

This is the best day of my life

I can't believe he's in front of me

He's so beautiful in person

Drew started taking pictures with the fans; giving them hugs, making videos for fans that couldn't make it, signed a few things, and had conversations.

Fans also came up to as well. They were all so sweet and caring. One fan came up to you with tears forming in her eyes, you opened your arms to welcome her.

You are so sweet, Y/N

You are so gorgeous

Can't believe you are here too

I love your relationship with Drew

When word spread that Drew was in a relationship, all of the fans went crazy, searching for who this mystery girl was. You were apprehensive about how the fans might react.

You eventually posted a TikTok video with your best friend, Madelyn Cline, and Drew happened to be in the background; people then connected the dots. In the end, they loved and admired you.

Being in a relationship with someone in the public spotlight offers advantages and disadvantages, but you wouldn't alter it for anything, especially if you love them.

"Don't cry now love," you tell her softly, "what's your name?" She tells you her name and goes on to explain how much she loves you and your content you post.

"That's so sweet of you, thank you."

You spent ten minutes with the girls until it was ready to go look at the Eiffel Tower.

The Eiffel Tower was everything you've dreamed of. Seeing it in person was one of the best feelings in the world. So many emotions were going through your body.

You got out your phone to capture some photos and videos to share later tomorrow. Drew snapped a photo of you with his digital camera, capturing the tower, and he couldn't help but smile.

He carefully put his arms around your waist, drawing you into his front, chin on top of your head, rocking you side to side slowly and silently while savoring the moment.

"This has been one of the greatest days of my entire life. Being here with you in your arms in Pairs. I just want to say thank your for bringing me out here and experiencing this."

You feel your body relax in his touch, allowing a sigh to escape your lips, your head to strike his chest, and giving him the opportunity to kiss you.

You two don't give a damn whether anyone witnesses you kissing at this point. Right now, just the two of you matter because you are in love. And you are in Pairs.

"I had to bring you out here with me, of course, sweetheart. You keep me warm, too, and I love holding you in my arms. However, when you consider it, this is our first trip to Europe as a couple” he says.

You move your body around so that your chests are against one another. In return, you up on your small toes and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him all over his face.

I love you.

I love you more.

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[arcane-axolotl]

While Im drinking water and waiting for my bladder to fill I might as well so another story time because it seems like those are really liked from me

Lets seeee…. how about the time I wet myself thanks to traffic.

(Wearing these dark grey skinny jeans, letting you all know because I know the choice of apparel is important for these stories)

One day I was just driving along, I had some stuff to drink before I left home like, I think it was large coffee. So basically I’m driving, on my way to get some groceries because eating is kinda essential to surviving, shocker I know.

So Im driving, get to a walmart, and by the time I’m out of my car I kind of need to pee. The walmart closest to my place is like twenty-ish minutes away so its not a short drive.

I ignore it, I dont have to go that bad and if anything I can just go use the public bathrooms, I wasn’t really down for a hold today. I begin my shopping, getting some food, snacks, drinks, whatever. I pick myself up an orange fanta for the trip home, this was a mistake on my part.

Im shopping, then huh… I need to pee, its pressuring on my bladder so I stop by the public bathrooms and kind of stare at the doors for a while…

Now idk if I’ve mentioned before but I’m kinda shy when it comes to public bathrooms, plus theyre often just reaaally gross…

I make the mistake of deciding not to go right then and there because I dont really have to go that bad, I’m almost done shopping, I can hold it for another twentyish minutes. So I leave, pay for my things, and head back to my car drinking that fanta I mentioned earlier.

I hop into the car, and get moving, still sipping on that fanta until its empty because it was hot outside which made the inside of my car an OVEN until the A/C could cool it down.

Im driving for a little while them suddenly, a huuuge block up line of traffic… huh when did that happen?

So I’m sitting there stuck in BARELY moving traffic, starting to squirm because I THOUGHT i’d just be holding it for another twenty minutes… and apparently traffic decided against that.

Remember how I was wearing skinny jeans? Then if anyone else knows how they are, considering I’m sitting down, the waistband is just digging into my bladder.

Like twenty minutes pass, I WOULDVE BEEN HOME BY NOW but nope. At this point I’m like.. shit, I really need to pee. I can see the cause of traffic in the distance, a car crash so everyone was being forced to pool into one lane near a traffic light… fun…

I’m sitting there, squirming, shifting, fidgeting because I REALLY need to pee now, and i was REAAALLY regretting drinking that fanta. The traffic was so god damn slow, it took maybe half an hour of holding before I passed the crash site and got into clear traffic but it didnt matter at that point, I had to PEE IMMEDIATELY.

I was torn between driving with one hand in my crotch or both hands on the wheel, I opted for the safer option because I was a responsible driver but it was torture.

I wasn’t gonna make it if I tried to get home first, I pulled into the nearest gas station, parked my car and just as I stood up my bladder spasmed and I started wetting myself right there beside my car.

I WAS IN SHOCK, I stood there motionless aside from my shaking now wet legs for a good minute as my bladder emptied itself before really quickly taking off my jacket and placing it atop the driver seat and promptly getting back in my car and driving home. I dont remember if anyone saw my accident but if they did then SHIT.

When i reached my dorm building i had to somewhat cover my now wet jeans with my also wet jacket from sitting on top of it. I had to awkwardly sprint by hoping no one was around to see my pants. LUCKILY no one was outside in the hall. I bolted into my dorm and into the bathroom, counting my prayers as I got inside and my roomie being too busy playing a game to care that I was back or not.

After a quick shower and laundry cleaning, I got re-dressed and got all the groceries I left in my car -3-

Aaanyways, storytime done. Im going to continue drinking~

[muldersfingers]

I want to know about every one of those WIPs, but "ill-advised s1 sex fic" ?? I need to know more immediately, please.

Ohhhh so.

I started writing it on the premise that they start sleeping together from s1 and continue to have sex when they need comfort from each other. I guess I was gonna develop the relationship further idk. It begins at Squeeze. I was gonna strip it for parts for our First Time fest thing lol (as I drew Beyond The Sea and the second time they have sex is then)

I think ultimately I abandoned it because it felt a little toxic for them to be sleeping together when one of them is vulnerable. Oooh I just remembered this was my original enemies to lovers premise but I couldn't make them hate each other lmao. Teacher AU is my second attempt at enemies to lovers and that is going much better.

First scene of ill-advised s1 sex fic under the cut! (This is long lmao 2500 words of mostly smut!)

“I’m fine, Mulder.”

She was very visibly far from fine. Her eyes were wide and she was trembling, although she was making a decent effort to hide it. 

“You should stay with someone,” he insisted gently. 

“I am not going to be driven out of my own apartment.” Scully shrugged softly. “He’s in jail, Mulder. I feel perfectly safe. You should go, it’s late.”

“Scully-”

I’m made of tough stuff, Mulder. Go, I’ll be alright.”

Scully’s walls. Her mask. He knew she wasn’t fine, but what could he do? It wasn’t appropriate for him to continue to push, or to insist on staying when she had asked him to leave.

He tenderly placed a hand on the top of her head, stroking her hair briefly before smiling and heading towards the door.

“Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

“Got it. Bye, Mulder.”

He exited her apartment and shook his head. She could be infuriating sometimes.

All he could do was wait for a call from her that likely wouldn’t come. He climbed into his car, sighing and dropping his head back against the headrest. They caught Tooms, he had to focus on that. He got to her apartment before she was sans liver, and Tooms couldn’t complete his cycle.

He shook his head and sighed again, pulling his cellphone from his pocket. He would head off home in a minute, but he should make a call first.

“Mom?” he said into the phone. “Hi, Mom. It’s Fox. Just returning your call, but, uh… I guess it’s pretty late. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He hung up the phone and threw it onto the passenger seat. As he reached round to grab his seatbelt, he saw her.

Scully hurried down the external steps of her apartment building, duffel bag in hand. She had changed from the clothing she had worn when Tooms attacked her, now clad in oversized comfy apparel. She quickly moved to her car, looking around self-consciously and fumbling with her keys.

Mulder flung his door open across the street from her, crossing quickly. She startled violently.

“God, you scared me.” She huffed air out through her nose. “Were you spying on me, Mulder?”

“I was making a phone call before heading home. You were waiting for me to leave, weren’t you? So I didn’t see that you weren’t okay.”

“It’s not your problem, Mulder.”

“Scully,” Mulder replied, incredulous. “Look, you’re in no state to drive. Let me stay with you here, or come back to my apartment.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I can’t stay here. Not tonight.”

He took her bag and led her to his car.

-

Scully was quiet on the drive, and when Mulder opened the door to his apartment she crossed straight to the couch and curled up in one corner. 

“Can I get you anything?”

Scully looked around. She looked small and vulnerable, and Mulder felt helpless. It was jarring and uncomfortable, seeing her like this.

“A blanket, please?”

“Sure.” Mulder crossed into his bedroom, quickly fetching a blanket from his closet. “But I hope you’re not planning on sleeping on the couch. That’s my spot.”

“You sleep here?”

“Where else? My bed?” Mulder scoffed. 

Scully managed a small smile as she took the blanket and shook it out, snuggling up in it. Mulder slipped off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the armchair. He loosened and yanked off his tie.

“Will you sit with me?”

“Of course.”

Mulder sat a respectable distance away from her on the couch, draping his arm across the back of it, an invitation if she wanted to take it that way. She immediately crawled over and huddled against his side.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He grazed his fingertips over her shoulder in response, before returning his arm to the back of the couch. She tilted her head to look up at him and, when he looked down at her, she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

Mulder smiled, furrowing his brow in surprise.

Scully reached up to cup his jaw, and Mulder stilled in surprise as she pulled him down to meet her, kissing him firmly on the lips. He didn’t quite acknowledge what was happening until she pulled away.

“Scully-” Mulder chuckled in disbelief. “Wha-”

He trailed off as she pushed the blanket aside, moved onto her knees and crawled onto his lap, straddling him. 

He was a weak man. He was beginning to grow hard underneath her, and he couldn’t bring himself to physically remove her, even though he knew this was a terrible idea.

“Scully, come on.”

“I want you.”

“You’re not thinking straight.”

Her face hardened, her fingertips digging almost painfully into his shoulders.

“Dammit, Mulder. Don’t tell me I’m not thinking straight.” She shifted on his lap and he suppressed a moan. “All I’m doing is thinking. I just want to not think. To feel something. I need to be comforted, Mulder.”

“Scully…” Mulder sighed as she began to kiss his neck and rock her hips. “It’s just such a bad idea.”

“I really don’t care.”

“You’ve had one hell of a day and-”

“Mulder!” Scully clapped her hands to either side of his face, holding him firmly. “Look, tell me to stop, and I will.”

Mulder closed his eyes. He can’t deny having an obvious attraction to her from the beginning, but he hadn’t dwelled on it, considering her out of bounds. But here she was, quite literally putting herself on a plate for him. He knew this behaviour was born out of the trauma she had been through, but if he could comfort her in some way, make her forget, then he was running out of reasons to say no.

She kissed him again and, when Mulder made no move to resist, she pushed her tongue insistently into his mouth. 

He found himself afraid to touch her, still working to get his head around the situation. It was Scully. Sent to spy on him, but potentially becoming a worthy partner for him on the X-Files. Despite her tendency to laugh at him, he never felt belittled or mocked by her, and she always listened to him. Nobody had ever really listened to him. And here they were, putting all of that in jeopardy, but he couldn’t bring himself to push her off, to deny her of something that might make her okay again. Despite the inevitable consequences, he definitely wanted this.

She was still kissing him, eager and feverish. One hand was still on the side of his face, gripping him firmly, and the other was roaming over his chest. Mulder tentatively brought his hands to her waist, and it seemed as though Scully saw this as permission, as confirmation that this was okay and it was going to happen; she immediately fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, flicking them open one by one. Once it was unbuttoned, she yanked his shirt open and ran her small hands over his chest.

Scully finally pulled her mouth away from his, and he watched, slack-jawed as she kissed down his neck, over his collarbone. Her fingers moved to his belt buckle, and Mulder closed his eyes as he heard the dull metallic sound of it being pulled open. She unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, the sensation on his erection making his hips buck slightly.

He suddenly realised, as Scully shuffled backwards on his lap, where this was going. He grabbed hold of her hips before she could slip off his lap. He felt as though her putting her mouth on him would be too much. He wouldn’t feel right about her performing an act for his own gratification. This was supposed to be about her. Her comfort, her feeling something.

Mulder wrapped an arm around her hips, pressing her close to him, and stood to his feet. Scully let out a little yelp, but clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he carried her through to the bedroom. She attached her mouth to his neck, indulgently sucking and licking and nibbling at his skin.

“Don’t mark me, Scully. That’ll be hard to explain away in the office tomorrow.”

He immediately cursed himself for mentioning work, as lighthearted as his comment was, but it didn’t seem to bother her, if she had even been listening. 

Mulder placed Scully down on the bed carefully before stepping away to shed his trousers and boxers. He watched, with increasing arousal, as Scully pulled off the sweatpants she was wearing, quickly followed by the oversized t-shirt. She laid there, in her underwear, looking at him with a strange sort of defiance.

He shrugged off the shirt from his shoulders as he stared at her. He felt a little self-conscious, standing over her completely naked, his dick hard and wanting. It felt so wrong, this situation, but so good. Her eyes roamed over his body quickly, fixing on his dick with wide-eyed desire. Shit.

“Scully,” he said, breath heavy with confused arousal. “Are you sure?”

“Dammit, Mulder,” she replied quietly, clenching her eyes shut. “Please fuck me.”

Mulder’s breath caught in his throat. He cursed himself for being so weak, so pathetic. This woman was becoming precious to him, if he was honest, and here he was, desiring cheap thrills from her body. 

The reasons why this was an awful idea were the same reasons he just couldn’t say no to her.

He laid down on the bed next to her and, hesitating for a second, he initiated a kiss. She was just as eager as before, growing more so, and he knew it was time to take the plunge. He placed a hand over her ribs, sliding downwards until his fingertips came into contact with the hem of her panties. She moaned against his mouth, and his dick twitched. 

He pulled his mouth away to speak, but she beat him to it.

“Mulder, if you ask me if I’m sure again-”

Mulder sighed, seeing determination, arousal, and the ghost of fear in her eyes. He dropped his forehead to hers and pushed his fingers down into her panties.

Scully let out a long, low groan, and he pushed a finger between her folds. 

“God,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “You’re so wet.”

“You see how hot I am for you?” she said. “How much I need you?”

He shifted so his dick was pressed against her thigh, and he rutted slightly, just to get a bit of friction. Scully moaned appreciatively, quiet until he moved his finger to circle her clit.

“Ah, fuck,” she whined, placing her hand over her panties, over his hand. “Faster.”

Any hesitation he had began to melt away as he watched her face and body relax, the fear and tension dissipate and pleasure engulf her. He could see now that this is what she needed, and she trusted him to give it to her, which felt pretty good.

He alternated between rubbing her clit as fast as he could and slowing to languid strokes through her wetness, which she was very clearly enjoying. When he pushed a fingertip inside her, she squeezed his hand.

“Enough,” she said firmly. “Fuck me.”

“Shit,” he muttered, slowly pulling his hand from her panties and rolling over to rifle through his drawer. 

He was 99% sure he had condoms, and about 70% sure they hadn’t expired. He cried out triumphantly when he found one, peering at the date printed on the side. Success.

He dropped it to the bed next to Scully’s hip and tucked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, causing Scully to yelp. He met her eyes, and she smiled wildly.

“God,” he said with a slight chuckle, shaking his head. 

He tore the little packet open, quickly rolling the condom down his shaft. Scully dropped her legs wide open, and he couldn’t actually believe what he was seeing. It was a beautiful sight, and one he felt invasive for looking at.

When he pushed his tip inside her, she sighed in relief as if it was all she had been waiting for. He kept his eyes on her face, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable or regretful as he pushed further in, pulling out slightly before going deeper. 

“Come on, Mulder,” Scully urged him as he bottomed out. “Hard and fast.”

“Shit.” 

It would be fast, alright, if she kept talking like that. He began to move, quickly building up to a fast rhythm, slamming into her as hard as he dared. Her legs were snaked around his hips, her heels digging into his ass cheeks. The fact this was such an ill-advised thing to do was proving to be a turn on for Mulder, who could already feel the hot coil of orgasm approaching.

He shifted his weight to free up his right hand and pushed it down between their bodies, pressing his thumb firmly against her clit. She cried out, digging her heels into his ass harder as she lifted her hips to try and match his rhythm.

He clenched his eyes shut. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.

Mulder sped up to an unsustainable speed, trying to move his thumb in rhythm too, but his head was swimming and everything was beginning to feel jumbled. Scully began to move even faster, desperate even, he inwardly sighed in relief when he felt her walls begin to contract, clenching around him as she dug her fingernails deep into his shoulders, crying out so loudly Mulder felt self-conscious about his neighbours. 

“Fuck, Mulder,” she growled. 

Mulder dropped his head and thrust a few more times before his own release came, arousal giving way to satiety, which soon gave way to guilt.

Scully watched him, dazed, as he slowly pulled out, waddled out to the bathroom to tie and throw away the condom, and return back to the bedroom.

He didn’t really know what to do with himself. She was laying on her back, arms either side of her head. At a loss, he laid down next to her, trying not to make physical contact.

“That was exactly what I needed.” She sighed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied cautiously.

Maybe it was just him, but as they both came down and grew lucid, the atmosphere became awkward. Scully eventually got up to use the bathroom, and Mulder took that opportunity to grab a pillow and make his way to the couch to settle in for the evening. He returned for some sweatpants as she came back.

“Good night,” he said.

She watched him with interest, but said nothing.

The next morning, she was up early and, declining a shower and breakfast, she was out the door with a brisk, “see you at the office in a while.”

[ioniansunsets]

I love all your Heartsteel hcs they are making me melt <3

Can I request a scenario of Aphelios going to non musician!readers house after a long day and then just spoil them with cuddles and hugs until they go to sleep? Hes my fave and I’m just so normal about him and the rest of Heartsteel thank you <<3

✖ Heartsteel!Aphelios Chilling with Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.5k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: SORRY FOR TAKING A WHILE!!!! Wrote this with Worlds in mind! Also imagining their little collab with Knotted + The Rocklove apparel drop❤️ Our boys have been busy.

I...also got really carried away, I just like soft warm domestic established relationships..........

Also doing this with the headcanon that Aphelios can still very softly whisper (like how he talks to Alune). He can sign, he can type fast with just one hand but! His favorite thing is to let you, his precious partner, hear him when it really matters.

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It was a long month for Aphelios. He wasn't, miserable, to speak but he was slowly reaching his (already low) mental limit. The stress of performing in front of millions truly catching up to him.

Heartsteel was finally going to perform on stage so it has been practice after practice. Photoshoots, interviews, Instagram lives, meetups for collabs at stores, showcases for new merch, feedback for social media content, approving this and that. It has been non stop work and Aphelios was far beyond burnt out.

He was exhausted and he hasn't seen you in days. As such, when Alune finally squeezed some time out of everyone's schedule to give them a day off (after a grueling final full dressed practice run right before the actual performance day) the first thing he did was grab a ride to your place. It was a quick goodbye wave to the other members, thanking the staff with a curt bow before he ran to grab his stuff, change and fucking book it. Dropping you a message on Discord to let you know he was finally done and coming over as he calls for a ride.

It was late already too, the sun had set and all Aphelios could really do what think about you. Actually, all he could think about when he wasn't working on band stuff was you.

His hands and legs jittery, itching to finally see you, feel you, hear you, hold you. Oh gods, to have you in his arms again. He sucks in a breath at the thought.

How he so craves you to salve his faltering, exhausted soul. He sighs, turning up the music in his headphones as he leans against the window of the passenger's side. Fingers tapping to the beat as he tries to calm down, a smile on his face already at the thought of seeing you again.

He wasn't used to this. Being away from you this long and being so busy as to not even be able to chat with you often. Before Heartsteel picked up traction the two of you were practically inseparable, he would spend time writing songs in your room as you worked. Or Aphelios would just invite you over to his place to chill as he made music. The simple joys of being able to work from home as an artist. But alas, fame comes with responsibilities, and as much as he loves finally making it in the scene, it was tough going through the withdrawal of not being by your side.

His heart races in anticipation as the car stops at an all too familiar road. Grabbing his things, he pays and leaves, slamming the door to the car shut.

Aphelios was practically flying up the steps to your apartment, out the cab he half walked, half ran to your door. Standing by the gate as he calls you to let you know he's here.

When you finally open the door, you're met with the most excited smile, his eyes almost close with how wide he is smiling.

Your usually calm and cool boyfriend dropping everything he was holding to throw himself into your arms the second the door opened. The softest of his whispers as he presses his cheek against yours.

" I've missed you, so much."

You could tell, the way his body sinks into yours. The way his arms grasp you tighter than he ever has. The way he lightly nuzzles you. So uncharacteristic but so understandable at the same time. You laugh a little, telling him how much you missed him too as you held him close.

" Let's stop standing by the door. Come in Phel."

His shoulders rise and fall in a silent chuckle as he picks up his things form the floor to step into your house.

It was the usual domestic slice of life happenings that he was so used to doing. The absolute heartwarming comfort of just going on autopilot. Putting his things in the same spot he always has in your room. Going to get a bath, grabbing a change of clothes from his own shelf by your bed. The way you already helped make him dinner while he was bathing because you just know he hasn't eaten all day. It was perfect, it was like how things always was. A reminder that even though so much was going on, he was still yours as much as you were his.

" I'm excited for you. But you sure you can stay the night? You'll have to wake up earlier than if you stayed with the band you know?"

[ Being by your side is the only way I'll be able to calm down before tomorrow. It's worth the hour of sleep I'll miss not being in the venue hotel.]

The two of you update each other on your lives as he ate. You telling him about the things that happened through the month, watching small videos he took behind the scenes of the shoots, making fun of the other members together as you sit by his side by the dining table. You telling him about your time with your friends, telling him how much you missed him, how happy you were to be with him again too. And oh, the way his leg would reach out to yours, his foot lightly hooking you by the ankle to feel you close as his hands were busy with eating and typing to you about his day. It was nice. It was right. It was the cute little things that you were so used to with Aphelios. Your own hand reaching back out to hold his side. Aphelios' eyes closing as he takes a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of you holding him close after day after day of the noisy meals with the band or the desperately lonely silence of eating in a changing room between sets. It was a nice change of pace to finally be here with you.

Time ticks by and soon enough it was getting really late. Aphelios insisting to help you with the dishes since you cooked, so you did him a service by just hugging him lovingly from behind, giving the back of his neck soft kisses as he smiles with his head tilted to the side so you can rest your head on his shoulder.

" Sleep?"

You ask him softly as he puts the dishes away and dries his hands. Aphelios nods, it was getting late and he had to wake up at 5am to go through even more preparations tomorrow, but that's tomorrow Aphelios' problems. He shoves the thoughts to the back of his mind as he focuses back on you and your beautiful face.

Slowly the two of you walk up to your room, just like everything else, a warm familiarity as he walks to lie down exhausted, on his designated spot on the bed, pulling over some of his plushies that he left at your place as you join him in bed. As you crawl onto the soft bed and lie down, almost instantly you were pulled in close, his arms wrapping around you tight as he sighs again with a smile, enjoying the skinship.

The two of you get comfortable, his face lightly pressed into your shoulder as he laid in your arms. One of your hands around him as the other lightly strokes his hair, comforting him from all the work he has put in to reach where he was. Aphelios just couldn't help but feel all his trouble melt away, that ache in his muscles magically leaving him. Trying his best to fight off sleep as he wants to spend every minute more with you. It was not enough, never enough. Hours, days, years, spent by your side but in the end, all he can do now is but enjoys the little seconds before his consciousness wanes.

Once again, the warm comfort of the usual that has now become but a precious rarity. As he flits in and out of consciousness, he does one final act of love. You smile as he pulls himself up closer to your ears.

" I love you. Goodnight..."

As you adjust yourself to face him, you're met with a warm smile, his dyed hair falling softly around him on you, an almost ethereal glow on his skin from the moonlight seeping in from your window as he blinks at you with half lidded eyes, barely open from exhaustion. Truly a beautiful sight, one that you can't help but to cherish.

" I love you too Phel. Rest well."

You reach out to give him a gentle goodnight kiss on his lips, and just like tonight, and all the nights you have spent, and will spend, with him, he reaches out and kisses you back. So matter of fact, so expected that it was almost comical. He loves you and you love him. And that was right. Slowly the two of you fall asleep in each others arms once again.

[welcome-to-craftyland]

the wonderful world of fixing your own clothes

There’s many ways to mend and repair your clothes, Here’s a bunch of visible mending ideas to save your beloved clothing and extend the lifespan of your stuff! 

[dottysdokis]

please, tell me more about meeting katie mitroff!

what did they say about pearlrose & rainbow quartz?

omg thank u for ur interest, i love ur analyses! it was kind of a spur of the moment thing, i wasn't expecting katie to have a booth at this small con and i didn't realize at first that they were the one to help design rainbow quartz + board we need to talk, but once i did, i let her know it was my favorite episode and sequence! i joked a bit about how frustrating it is for fanartists that bc of the gorgeous lighting, we don't have rainbow's base color palette (they told me what they think her skin color is but my memory's hazy!! i can't believe i forgot the answer to a mystery that's plagued me for nearly a decade!! 😭 it was either blue, yellow or purple...)

on the topic of character design, though, she let me on a little secret: apparently, pearl's season 1a design was based off of stuff available at american apparel at the time! i haven't gone looking myself but in theory if you went digging through early 2010s catalogs you could find her blouse-skirt thingy, minus the star...

(honestly kinda tracks with these early concept arts)

we talked about some non-su things too, and they had this print of theirs for sale! she signed it and even gave me a little extra doodle...i'm not at home rn so i can't show it but i wanna get them both framed...

[barbsgirlfriend]

Velvet & Veneer Headcanons Pt. 3

(If you notice inconsistencies between posts it is because I use google translate. My first language isn’t English, it is Swedish. And I also changed some stuff)

Velvet✨✨

Basics

Full name

Velvet Lyric Mazzola

Alias

Vel (pretty much everyone), sis (Veneer)

Age & DOB

19 31/7/05

Gender & Pronouns

Cis Female She/her

Sexuality

Lesbian

Occupation

Singer & Performer

Religion

Agnostic

Appearance

Weight

68.95 kg (152 lbs)

Height

192 cm (6’3)

Body Shape

Rectangle

Body Type

Mesomorph

Skin Color

White

Face Shape

Circle

Hair

Long, wavy, healthy, bright green

Eyes

Round shaped, bright blue

Normal Apparel

Extravagant clothing, skirts, jean shorts, crop tops, makeup

Distinguishing features

Beauty mark above lip, scar on her left arm from childhood, dimples, five tattoos, and a big ahh forehead

Personality

Personality Type

ESTP-A (the entrepreneur)

Short Description

Velvet is extremely goal-orientated, and would put her friends or family down to reach her own goals. She strives for attention and love. Velvet might seem mean on the outside, but deep down she has a soft spot for her twin brother, Veneer. She’s extremely protective of her loved ones, but she isn’t the most reliable. Velvet barks more than she bites, but she can knock a bitch down.

Traits

Mean, ambitious, artistic, humorous, intelligent, controlling, protective, talented, somewhat toxic, and strong

Likes

Bubble baths, perfume, money, shopping, expensive clothes, praise, candles, mani pedis, the beach, purple crop tops, and roses

Dislikes

Trolls, being ignored, cheap perfumes, the feel of velvet fabrics 💀, her parents, being bossed around, balloons

Hobbies

Singing, dancing, songwriting, yoga, sketching makeup ideas, collecting vintage magazines, hairstyling, and zip lining

Fears

Thantophobia, atychiphobia, athazagoraphobia, cynophobia

Backstory

On July 31st, 2005, Velvet was born along with her younger twin brother. Her parents only wanted a boy, so she never got a lot of attention. She was cared for on and off by her parents and grandparents. Velvet made a strong connection with her grandmother, January, who was a famous singer in her days. Her grandmother was the main reason she wanted to start singing.

At the age of six, she was enrolled to a private primary school with her brother. Velvet became instantly popular for her famous grandmother and dentist parents. She became friends with almost everybody and loved her younger years. In year 3, her grandmother passed away. It was difficult on Velvet as she lost her main caretaker and friend.

At the start of secondary school, Velvet started becoming rebellious. She and Veneer would sneak out of the house to go to parties, smoke, etc. Eventually, the two were caught. As a punishment, they were given too many activities to worry about instead of sneaking off. She really started to despise her parents.

Velvet would skip her extracurriculars and use her free time to hangout with her friends or sleep. In year 12, she started dating. Velvet was dating the goalie for the school’s football team. However, he was a cunt. He was toxic and emotionally abusive towards Velvet.

This relationship was very draining for her. It made Velvet’s mental health really decline. One day, she got into a heated argument, and he hit her. Velvet went to protect herself, but Veneer jumped in and beat the fuck out of him. Safe to say, he never messed with her again.

Around that time, she started her singing career. Velvet would post her songs on SoundCloud, and got a few thousand followers! She felt consumed by the fame and wanted MORE. Velvet convinced her twin brother to start singing with her a bit after. They became insanely famous stupidly fast.

Velvet was blinded by her fame and money, making her toxic and controlling. It was so bad that she had to go to weekly therapy to control herself. She moved out of her parents house and into a beach home for her and Veneer.

She lives with Veneer right outside of Mount Rageous. she’s pretty happy now. She loves her life and how far she’s come.

Favorites & Least Favorites

Food

F: East Coast oysters. LF: scrambled eggs

Drink

F: raspberry lemonade. LF: Pepsi

Song

F: Agora Hills (Doja Cat). LF: 9 to 5 (Dolly Parton) she’s sick and tired of crimp singing it

Season

F: Summer. LF: winter

Place

F: her grandmother’s music hall. LF: childhood room

Color

F: purple. LF: red

Relationships

Mother: Veronica Mazzola/56/living

Father: Valentino Mazzola Jr./58/living

Brother: Veneer Mazzola/19/living

Other: Grandma/Mom’s Side/January Harmony/85/deceased, Grandpa/Dad’s Side/Valentino Mazzola Sr./92/deceased

Lover(s): Joey/20/living/ex, Orchid/18/living

Other

Birthplace: Mount Rageous

Residence: 5 miles out of Mount Rageous in a Beach House

Nationality: Mount Rageon

Ethnicity: Mount Rageon

Veneer

General

Full Name

Veneer Adagio Mazzola

Alias

Ven (almost everyone), bro (Velvet)

Age & DOB

19 31/7/05

Gender & Pronouns

Cis male He/him

Sexuality

Bisexual with pref for men

Occupation

Singer & Performer

Religion

Christian

Appearance

Weight

67.13 kg (148 lbs)

Height

183 cm (6’0)

Body Shape

Rectangle

Body type

Ectomorph

Skin Color

White

Face shape

Circle

Hair

Medium, wavy, soft, bright green

Eyes

Round and bright blue

Normal Apparel

Extravagant clothing, heels, jeans, t-shirts, tank tops, bracelets, earrings

Distinguishing features

Scar on upper lip, tooth gap, and three tattoos

Personality

Personality type

ESFJ-A (the consul)

Short Description

Veneer is extremely smart… like VERY smart. He’s insane with how good his intuition is and how quick he can find your biggest insecurities. Veneer is goal-orientated like his older twin sister, but he’s more secretive about it. To most, he only seems to be a flamboyant himbo. But in reality, Veneer is a caring but shady bitch.

Traits

Loud, judgy, overall friendly, happy-go-lucky, flamboyant, sensitive, protective, strong, talented, intelligent, mean

Likes

Pop music, gossip, anything gucci, the champagne toast scent from BaBW, beanies, vintage clothing, expensive jewelry, smell of gasoline

Dislikes

Cheap food, being bossed around, cigarettes, Velvet spraying perfume on him, being tickled, being alone, lavender scent, having no money

Hobbies

Dancing, singing, gardening, shopping, sketching fashion ideas, crocheting, acting, playing tennis, fishing

Fears

Atychiphobia, acrophobia, traumatophobia

Backstory

On July 31st, 2005, Veneer was born along with his older twin sister. Their parents only wanted a boy, so Veneer got the most attention growing up. He was spoiled to death by his parents, but it made him uncomfortable. Ever since he was a toddler, he was weirded out by his parents. However, there was an important figure in his life that made him not uncomfy: Valentino Mazzola Sr.

His grandfather supported his love of dance and acting, but also taught him “manly” things. Veneer was very close to his grandfather. He started attending a private primary school with his twin sister. Quickly, he became popular; not just by his family being famous. Veneer was an extremely nice kid in Primary School.

In middle school, Veneer started to experiment with who he was. He started painting his nails, got his ears pierced, and acted more feminine. But this angered his parents; they said that they didn’t want a gay child. With that, he started becoming very secretive. Veneer didn’t talk to certain people for months on end.

When he got to year 10, his grandfather past away. It was really hard on Veneer. On top of all the stressful activities he had to do; he had to suffer loss. This was when Velvet and Veneer started their singing career. (Ha that rhymed).

He felt so happy that people adored him; he felt even happier his sister was getting the attention she deserved. Due to getting famous, Veneer really stopped caring. He became himself and didn’t give two shits if his parents started complaining.

Veneer became an icon in Mount Rageous quickly. He is just as greedy with his fame as Velvet, but he can control himself more. He loves his life, his family, his boho chic home decorations, and his money.

Favorites & Least Favorites

Food

F: Lobster tail LF: coconut

Drink

F: Pipeline Punch Monster LF: sparkling water

Song

F: I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman (Britney Spears) LF: Rude Boy (Rihanna)

Season

F: Fall LF: Winter

Place

F: the beach LF: elevators

Color

F: hot pink LF: bright yellow

Relationships

Mother: Veronica Mazzola/56/living

Father: Valentino Mazzola Jr./58/living

Sister: Velvet Mazzola/19/living

Other: grandma/Mom’s side/January Harmony/85/deceased, Grandpa/dad’s side/Valentino Mazzola Sr./92/deceased

Lover(s): Kid Ritz/19/living

Other

Birthplace: Mount Rageous

Residence: 5 miles out of Mount Rageous

Nationality: Mount Rageon

Ethnicity: Mount Rageon

(Thank you for reading this massive thing <3 )

[illarian-rambling]

Hm, perhaps it is time for...

Illari Fashion pt.6!

(At this point, just feel free to ask if you'd like to see another part)

Continuing our tour of the Republic, the next province on our docket is Skolan. This province is the center of magical research in the Republic and tight allies with Sulu'Oku. The space between them is known as the borderlands, and is the home to one Astra DuClaire. As a teen, she "studied" at the Yewbury College of the Arcane, which is located in Skolan's capital city. She would describe the place as a "dour, gray pisshole not fit for a colorblind rat to make 'is home." Basically, she's not a fan of brutalism.

Here are some feminine fashions!

Or, one feminine fashion. One of the most well-known pieces of apparel to come out of Skolan is the mage's robe. A certified mage wears a red and bronze patterned coat as a mark of their station. It's not gendered, so everyone wears the same coat. As for specifically feminine and non-magic related fashion, Skolan tends to be rather plain compared to some of its neighbors. Skirts are common for women, as are droopy cuffs. Colors tend to be muted and jewelry is scarce. They have a sort of medieval minimalism vibe going on.

Here's the masculine looks!

Noblemen enjoy doublets, which are usually the centerpiece of an outfit. Additionally, mages and nobility are heavily intertwined in Skolan, so runic staffs and scepters have become a sign of influence. They don't even really need the runes anymore, but at least some are commonly included. More common masculine outfits don't include a doublet, which can be restrictive when it comes to labor. Laced collars are more frequently used than buttons.

Thanks for reading, lmk if you have any questions, and as always, have a bitchin day!

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@bard-coded @carrotsinnovember @patternwelded-quill @somethingclevermahogony @whatwewrotepodcast

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@ray-writes-n-shit

[axonthegoat]

So I've been working on/thinking of doing more stuff with my cotl au, And Since I need to know where everything is consistently for any writing,

Let me welcome all you starlings to a comprehensive Guide of the Map and Layout of the Cult of spirits!

To Start I'll Walk you through the main area of the Cult and the first place you'll see when entering!

We'll go from left to right ----->

We'll start under the cut because this is a real long one boys[gender neutral]

Layer one:

The Farm Farm is self explanatory the place where all the crops are grown, The seed stock, fertilizer, and Natural burial storage is all stored here!

The Farm is quite large with it being the main source of food for the Cult, a small part of the farm is provided Shade from overhang from the canopy!

Next up is the Dinning area! We have a brewery, two cooking stations some bathrooms and plenty of space to enjoy your meal! There's a cool wooden dragon statue here too :)

The Leader ordered that its a Rule to eat within either your own home or the designated eating area's! He say's its for easier cleanup and prevents damage to the flowers (He seems to really care for plant life huh?)

Past the Idol of the leader and the teleport circle you most likely came in through, Is the Temple! and all other amenities should you participate in the religion of the cult! The Second largest Garden in the Cult, The leader cares for lots of the plants here (the leader says its not necessarily important to have shelter with in the safety of the cult :)

First we have the Offering statue! want to give a gift to the leader? this is the spot to do it!

The Temple its self! Rituals and sermons are held here! (The leader would like me to state here to please stop pestering them about the Rite of Lust, they already did the yearly performance and will not do it again, thank you.)

On the other side of the temple you have the Shrine of Disciples! Those blessed as Disciples pray here to give aide to our Lamb when their out on a crusade!

next to that we have the confession booth! If your ever feeling down or just need to get stuff off your chest than the leader or one of his disciples will listen to you here!

Moving on next to that we have Have the space where the missionaries hut and where we have all our game stuff held! along with the Bonfire!

For communal games and fun! If you use any of the equipment make sure to put it back where it belongs! these are sport and other games for everyone!

Layer 2:

Moving down! We have a more relaxed area where the third largest Garden is! The healing Ward, An amazing Tailors tent with beautiful clothing and a statue to our God, The one who waits!

The healing Ward consists of the main tent, some smaller tents for sick patients and a Large garden, mostly of Camellias, but there's lots of medicinal herbs and flowers!

And just near by we Have our Apparel Tent! Mister Rue, and Miss Zelda (nicknamed Rose) hold Sewing lessons on the weekends! Why is the Tailors right next to the healing ward? Our Lamb Say's that it was common for people's clothes to get torn along with their bodies so eventually it was moved to where it is now so that while your body is being mended so too are your clothes!

Moving on we next have the upper layer of where our homes are!

We have a lovely Pond in the center and a tabernacle right next to it!

our homes are scattered about with the leaders home right above the pound there's lots of flowers in the area. Past our living quarters is the Garden of contemplation, You don't have to have something to contemplate over to be here! Its just called that since that's held the most effect at getting people to be quite here. (the leader says he tried calling it the Garden of silence but apparently that did even work?)

This garden is The Largest in the entire Cult, large and dense with plant life of all kind, and at the center of it is a small space with a weeping statue enshrined there, no one is sure what its meant to represent but this garden is of Great importance to our Leader and must be respected at all times. (Vio spends a lot of Time here...He always seems so melancholic, so please respect this space and be quite!)

Layer 3:

Our first stop on this layer is the cemetery! Unlike a lot of other places in the outer wilds Our Lamb disapproves of Cabalism! So when someone dies their buried here! (or turned into compost But most of those who are Signed their names in the list that tells us they want a natural burial!)

moving right along We next have a, Smaller, but still another section of the living quarters, I live up in the corner with Disciple Hyrule and Wild!

just past the houses we have a small tunnel going through the hill and leading into a large open free space and day care! this is where most of the young ones spend their early years after they were first hatched/born! Those who were found out in the wilds are also brought here

Past the gated area and a little further, is what's called....the Mating tent? Yeah....Its a space where if two people want to have a child (or if you live closer to the leader want to be...intimate) can go! the hatchery is nearby here as well! There's scheduled times when you can be here so please check the sign board out front, If you would like to request another tent be made than leave it on the sign board as well (As stated above if you live in a home closer to the leader and wish to spend time with someone please go here, and please follow the rules and guidelines for this space, for everyone's safety, anyone who does not follow the rules only has themselves to blame if they go missing in the next few days :)

And that concludes The main Area of the Cult! I'll briefly and quickly do the canopy (there isn't much of note up there) Then move onto the basement!

The Canopy:

The Canopy is a Large wooden platform built within the large trees surrounding the cult! It is primarily made for those who can fly or are good at climbing and prefer staying in elevated spaces!

Up here we mostly have lots of space for potted gardening, crafts such as banner and streamer making, weaving baskets wood carving ect ect, there's a Food court for the designated eating space, and hammocks for those who prefer sleeping in the Trees!

Please be aware that with who this space is designed for there are no stairs to get up into the canopy so

The Basement:

A large layered space under the Cult

Layer 1:

Entering in from either of the two entrance's on the surface Is the first Layer, Coming in from Stair #1 you'll be greeted by the Refinement and enchantment tables and storage

coming in from Stair #2 you'll be greeted by a lovely hot spring with a changing area in the nook just behind the stairs!

Layer 2:

Heading down the stairs from there, you'll come across the Training area! here everyone who helps with patrols, gathering materials, and protecting the Cult from heretics and monsters come here to help hone their skills! although its not uncommon to see sparing up in the main area for classes and focused training coming down into the quite underground is the way to go!

across from there we have an area set up for resting! with the gentle bubbling of the river on one side and the sounds rhythmic sounds of clanging metal its a nice nap spot!

and across from there is where we keep all our bone storage! The leader uses bones for lots of stuff! so here's where we keep them all!

The larger Pit is full of bones ripe and ready to go! The smaller one is full of contaminated bones! The contaminated bones are there waiting to be cleansed or burned!

Behind the Bone pits Is THE Pit, I have no Clue what it is! no one does really, not even the Leader! They say that its been here since they first founded the cult a couple thousand years ago! oddly enough not even The one who waits knows! I wonder if those freaky Mystic's the leader talks to know what it is?

Layer 3:

Now moving across the river and down into the next layer, this whole layer is The Archive! The Old bishop, Vaati, Cares for this space! They like this space to be kept quite, far enough away from the training area that only muffled sounds from it can be heard and they like it to be kept that way! Lots of people looking to study or find some of our oldest books and scrolls come here!

there's lots of good study space And Vaati tells some very interesting tales! The door in the back leads into storage with more books, scrolls and other various things to help tend to the space!

Aaaaaand that concludes the tour! Making these maps and writing all this out has been a lot of fun honestly, didn't expect to enjoy it that much, So send things off here's an un annotated version of the maps and a close up of Marin because she turned out really cute

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Colony Tour of our temporary home at Parish-by-the-Expanse

The time has come at last for us to leave our lovely home at Parish-by-the-Expanse and make our way forward towards the ship. However, not before a quick show-and-tell of the place we've grown so fond of!

In the centre here is the main building. There's our freezer, the kitchen, the tailoring area and art bench, our altar, one of the bathrooms, Euclid and M.M.'s bedroom, and Blackdragon and Duchess' bedroom. Also, the chemfuel refinery, where we refine our ~excrement~ into chemfuel to power the generators and make chemshine to sell to traders.

Here's the garage and the workshop, accompanied by one of our two prisons. All our vehicles are painted purple, as it is the colour of our ideology and sacred to the followers of The Last God Ecthuctu.

Moving along to our Dinosaur Museum and our second prison/Socks' bedroom. This prison building is actually from the Alpha Prefabs mod, we purchased the room to see what it was like. We think it's very cool!

This is a monument we built for The Empire way back, but now we use it for workshop stuff. There's also a sarcophagus for the Animalisk that wandered onto my map because it got struck by lightning and killed. We thought it was pretty enough to deserve a proper burial, so here it shall rest forevermore.

The girls' room, which has already appeared on the blog before. I'll be sad leaving this behind. It's my favourite part of Parish-by-the-Expanse.

The animal pen and Buckeye's room, with the crematorium where we burn tattered apparel.

Our big signal fire and the party bus for when we need to travel with a group.

Vasso and Laursen's room/the laboratory. They have a teeny tiny ensuite bathroom and a palaeontology bench as well.

The fight pit where we make our prisoners hit each other for our entertainment... Although the only gladiator fight we ever held turned out to be boring so, eh.

And last but not least, the trading spot!! This is so those pesky trade caravans don't track mud onto our nice human-leather rugs and kneel sheets. They can track mud on the granite flagstone instead.

And that's the end of Parish-by-the-Expanse! I wonder what our next temporary settlement will be like?

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