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the-californicationist · 27 days

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Bone Deep

AO3 Link -- MDNI -- TW: emotional hurt/comfort, make up sex

Your husband, John Price, has fallen into a pattern of behavior that seems to be moving him farther and farther away from you. But, you refuse to play second fiddle for long.

You were drenched. It had been raining in such a way that made you think the Lord had gone back on his promise. Perhaps the rainbow had been painted just to placate you. Perhaps, you thought as you wrung out your hair on the porch, you would be drowned after all.

It sure felt that way. Work had mounted up to the point of a fever-pitch. You had three projects due and one to revise. Not to mention, your husband had been home and yet almost fully invisible.

John Price was back on something like leave, but he was never around. You saw evidence of his presence all over your floor and table and furniture. Socks, dirty plates, dead tablets, scraps of paper with Russian names scribbled on them... He was hunting Makarov in your kitchen and your hallway and your bathroom, and he was leaving that trail of breadcrumbs both literally and figuratively all over your house.

You’d gone to bed alone for two nights in a row, and as you nearly tumbled over a pair of his sneakers in the foyer, caked in wet mud, you decided that it would not be three.

“John?” You called out.

There was no reply, but a pale blue light shone under his office door.

You popped open the latch and saw him hunched over the computer screen.

“John.”

“Hm?” He responded, but he didn’t turn around.

“John!”

“What?” He roared, spinning in his chair and glowering at you, shaming you for interrupting him.

“Okay,” you nodded, resigned.

It would be a cold day in hell before you accepted that tone from anyone. You’d gone in there expecting to have a rational conversation, but your husband had raised his voice to you like you’d been a naughty dog.

And you were absolutely not going to take that sort of treatment.

You made it to your bedroom in a quick three strides, pulling your overnight bag from under the bed. You shot your best friend, Cana, an SOS text. She lived two hours away, but you didn’t mind. You’d drive all night through the rain if it meant getting out of this prison that you used to call a home.

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but you had boundaries. Clear ones. And he knew he had crossed them. He just didn’t care.

You started to pack as you fumed, tossing in a few days worth of clothes, your toiletry bag, the essentials. Then, the bedroom door clanged open, its handle slamming into the railing on the wall.

“What’s this?” John waved a hand over your bag.

“When I married you, I married a partner, not a ghost. The only reason I know you’re home is because you leave your fucking laundry for me to finish all over my floor. I’m not going to clean up after you like some maid. Then, you raise your tone at me, disrespecting me? No. When you’re ready to be my husband again, you know my number.”

He scoffed,

“All this bloody drama over some dirty socks?”

You stared at him in a way that told him just how serious you were. The silence between you stretched on for eons, expanding in all directions. You smiled,

“You know it’s not the socks.”

The look in his eyes said: yes, I know it’s not the socks. But, his pride wouldn’t let him say the quiet part out loud.

So, you left.

Starting up the car was hard. Backing out of the driveway was harder. But, every mile you drove simply steeled your resolve. You knew his work was important, but you were important, too. You’d always be his wife, but you needed some space.

You texted your boss when you made it to Cana’s house; you were taking a few days off. A night of tears and comforting hugs (and strong margaritas) passed, then a morning. Then, a night… and in the middle of it, you saw your phone light up. Despite the million other notifications you received every day, you knew it was him.

John: hey

You: hey

John: can i call

You: one sec

You sneaked out of bed, untangling yourself from Cana’s lanky arms, and lugged your phone out to the front porch. You were about to curl up on her big patio chair when you were stopped in your tracks at the sight of a big black truck idling in the driveway.

You sighed, standing there staring at your husband. He killed the engine and stepped down from the cab. As he approached you, looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs like a wide-eyed disciple, you noticed that his blue irises were ringed in pink, bloodshot and puffy. He hadn’t shaven, and he looked pale.

But, even though you were still hurt, and even though he looked a little worse for wear, it was hard to ignore the carnal ache in your belly when you watched the muscles bulge and flex in his immense forearms as he crossed his arms in front of himself. The way his chest stretched out his black tee shirt, a tuft of fur peeking out of the crew neckline, the sleeves struggling to contain his round biceps. The way he chewed his full bottom lip when he had something important to say. It was enough to test your resolve.

“Hey,” you said in a small voice, holding your arms around your body for comfort.

Suddenly, those sharp eyes focused on you with rapt attention, and he stared right at you, speaking in a low, gravelly purr, trying to keep his voice down,

“I’ve been a proper arse.”

You tried to hold back a smirk. He continued,

“I took advantage of you. I’ve been hunting this fuckin’ bastard for so many years, and I’ve got him cornered. It’s all I can think about. Every night I think if only I was a little quicker, or maybe just bloody braver, I could stop him from killing more innocent people. I let him into our house. Into your life. And I shouldn’t have let my work come between us,” John’s expression softened, and he uncrossed his arms, hooking his thumb into his jeans pocket, “And I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, still waiting for his next step. Being sorry was only part of it.

“When you come home tomorrow, it’ll be different. I’m gonna pull my weight again. You have my word that I’ll only work when you work, and when you’re home,” he squared his shoulders, rocking his hips forward, nervous energy coursing through his body, “I’ll be home with you. I promise.”

You nodded, shifting your weight, staring down at your feet. Then, he called your attention with a caught breath and words that hurt you bone deep,

“You are coming home, right?”

You tried your honest best to fight the tears, but your body shuddered through a sob and you gasped in a sharp breath of air. He moved to hold you, to ascend the steps and repent, to be forgiven, but you held up your hand stopping him in his tracks,

“I won’t have you speaking to me like that, John. I won’t…” You thought about your words carefully, “I can’t be treated that way.”

“I understand, love. Believe me,” he chuckled, “I never want you to feel like that again.”

The way he rubbed his thumb across his sternum made your own chest hurt. He tried to approach you again, stepping up the wooden stairs, creaking under his weight, and he angled his chin up as if to kiss you. But, you stepped away, guarding your own heart for just a while longer.

The hunger in his eyes followed you like smoke from a fire, warming you with its heat.

“I’ll be home in the morning, John,” you said, turning to go back into the house.

The next morning, as you packed, you thought about his promise. You hoped that you were heard. Truly heard and not just for a week of good behavior. You deserved to be respected, and you wouldn’t let your relationship with him become so one-sided again.

When you pulled into your driveway, you expected to be greeted with the same dark, empty house. As you moved to pick your feet up over the usual mess of shoes, you discovered the foyer scrubbed to a high shine, and there was nothing to stumble upon. All the shoes were shoved into their little cubbies, and there wasn’t a dirty sock in sight. The living room was bright, clean, and John was standing in the middle of it, waiting for you. He took your bags, and scooped you up into a long, tight hug.

You thought he might try to kiss you, but he didn’t. He just held you against him, breathing in and out, not letting go. Your face was buried deep in his chest, and you could smell his aftershave mixing with the strong scent of his cigars, and a slight musk that was all him. You wanted to feel his fur against your cheek.

Suddenly, he grabbed your chin in his hand, making you face him, and he said in a dark, warm tone,

“I’m gonna be the me that you need me to be. From now on. I swear it.”

You felt his soft lips touch yours, kissing you chastely, then deeper, chasing your taste, finding your tongue, licking along its length, savoring your mouth like a treat, cherishing every suck and nip and bite.

“I missed you, John,” you admitted, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks, not realizing you were crying.

He wiped them from your temples, smearing them into your skin, cradling your head in his hands so carefully as if you were made of glass.

“I’ve been away. But, I swear, love. I swear, I’m back. I swear…”

His lips met your wet cheek and took your tears with them.

“I swear…”

He kissed your neck, holding your head in his huge paw.

“I swear…”

You ran your hands over his neck, encircling him, tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his skin. He hooked his arms over his head and rucked the shirt off his back, tossing it on the couch. He pulled you into his lap as he sat down, sinking into the cushions, kissing you like you might disappear again.

“I’m so sorry, love. Please forgive me,” John growled darkly, his deep voice rumbling between kisses.

“Forgiven,” you said, forcing him to look at you.

Then, he put his forehead to yours and let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and simply rubbing your back, trailing his hands over your hips, pulling you in closer to him.

Tentatively, as if testing the waters of a deep well, you rocked your hips against him, seeing if you could get him to take the bait. If you had your husband back, you wanted to seal that promise with more than just a kiss.

He groaned,

“Mm, I don’t deserve that.”

You repeated the motion, feeling the twitch of his fat cock inside of his jeans, and you narrowed your eyes at him,

“Sex isn’t a reward. It’s our connection, and I need to feel you. I need my captain back.”

He smiled, nuzzling your jaw, peppering your skin with little, chirping kisses,

“Pretty girl… I missed you so much. What was I thinking?”

You shrugged, playing coy as you slipped off your leggings and set to undoing his buttons, opening the fly of his jeans to see the shock of dark hair and the swollen prize nestled in it,

“I dunno. Maybe you just needed a reminder?”

As you teased him at your entrance, letting his head play in your wet folds, you began to sink down onto his shaft, spearing yourself onto his length, rocking back and forth with a tantalizing rhythm.

“Mmngh,” he sighed, his eyes staring, transfixed on where your bodies reconnected.

Finally, after some effort, his girth was fully sheathed within you, warmed and cradled by your soft heat. You began to lift yourself on your knees up and down, dragging all the way to his rosy head and then sliding all the way back down to those brown curls, enjoying the faces he was making against his will.

However, he didn’t put up with your performance for long. Before you knew it, you were laying on the couch with your knees on your chest, taking every inch of his cock as deep as it would go. He had a gentle curve that, in this position, rubbed exactly where it needed to, pulling you along from one orgasm to the next like you were a kite, fully at his mercy and high as hell.

Your mind swam with murky, unintelligible thoughts, and he fucked you harder and harder, pounding himself into you like a machine. Sometimes you forgot his strength… and his stamina.

You whined a bit, your timbre changing from other-worldly pleasure to mild discomfort, and he picked up on it like a hound. He slowed, inspecting you, looking for the broken pieces.

“You alright, missus?” He said, kissing you, thrusting shallowly now, checking in with you.

“Can we sit?”

“C’mere.”

John pulled you into his lap and continued his efforts, rocking himself back and forth, holding your body like a toy. Then, he snaked his hand between you, giving your clit something firm to rub against, and you felt the tingles begin to build inside of your belly, a coil tightening, a dam under pressure, a firework ready to burst.

He was facing you, so you began to kiss him in a slow, supple way, letting your mouth fall open and your lips meet his with the lightest touch. John matched your energy, getting lost in your ritual, sending out the tip of his tongue to play and taste you again.

He pulled away and licked his fingers before returning them to your folds,

“Mmf-fuck. You are so bloody good.”

“I want you to come in me, baby,” you confessed, resting your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath.

You saw the surprise dance through his expression.

“You sure?”

You knew it wasn’t something you allowed very often. You’d been off of your birth control for a few months, trying to give your body a break from the hormones. And even though you weren’t trying for a baby, that was always a dream that you shared. For John, it was the ultimate dream.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you nodded, kissing his smiling mouth.

“Oh, fuck me,” he growled darkly, gripping you around your waist, changing the angle to something wholly transcendent. How did he do it? How did he know where your body needed him to be? It was absurd.

Everything was bright and glittering as you came around him, and you felt yourself squeezing his cock mercilessly, coming down his shaft in hot, thick coatings of creamy slick, unable to stop it from flooding out around him.

He, too, was erupting. He gasped for air, grunting in loud, animalistic shouts, his whole face contorted into a pleasure-filled rage, pumping you full of his soft, warm cream, frothing it with his rough movements.

Eventually, he flung his head back, holding you to him in a tight hug, his entire body moving and reacting without his input, fully on instinct. You held him back, clutching him against you like a lifeline.

You thought he would slip out of you once he was down from his high, but he didn’t. He simply held you to him, sweaty and desperate, letting himself soften inside of you. It was as if he didn’t want to leave.

“Thank you, love,” he kissed you again, shuddering yet powerful.

“It’s nice to have you home, John,” you smiled, letting his soft laughter warm your heart, basking in it like the sun.

#call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #captain john price #cod mwii #john price #cod #captain price #captain price x you #call of duty #captain price x female reader #captain john price x female reader #captain price x reader

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gimmeurtmi · 3 months

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I have a soft ask:

I've gotten into crocheting recently and have begun making baby clothes for my pregnant coworker. How would SKZ react to their pregnant partner making baby clothes or knitting baby blankets?

channie would be the biggest hands on nester ever. so if you were doing all this as part of your nesting process he’s sit beside you and try and learn and ask you questions about granny squares and double eyes half eyes whatever those things are djdj and he’d be entirely into it nodding with his serious 🤨 face as you knit away. would always bring the wool and pins (is that the name??) to you when you ask to the point you just need to show your grabby hands and he’s bringing the stuff over. would kiss your cheek and look so so so proud daddy whenever you show him your finished creations with a “they’re gonna look so cute in this!!”

my minmin. he wouldn’t get where this new thing has come from but would just go with it. he’d hold the wool and untangle it without you noticing. he’d bring a spare set of needles in his bag if he notices you don’t always bring them with you and you want to crochet on a long drive or something. he’d yell at you when you’re counting loops to confuse you but then softly tell you how many you’ve done because you said it out loud three minutes ago and he remembered <3

changbin is the biggest softie of them all, we of course know this. he’d see a teeny tiny itsy bitsy little crochet sock and start screaming like he just saw the face of god. would not stop giving you more requests (wants them mostly pink) and more suggestions and would just yell “bUT WHAT ABOUT MATCHING HATS???” whenever you say you’ve moved on to a different project. would buy a little bag for all your things and tie a cute pink ribbon on it so you get inspired to make more pink things. would also ask if you can make him something but you have to tell him a blanket for a full grown man will take too long and he starts whining so much you decide you’re gonna make him mittens instead

hyunjin would 100% join you!!! he’d buy his own wool and needles to work on them together with you. he might give up after a while if it gets too hard for him but since you want to make a blankie for baby he’s gonna make some squares to help!! would find inspo pics and send them to you with a little “👀” attached and they’re almost always of cute babies modelling as well and he goes on a rant about how your baby will be the best baby ever. gets emotional each and every time.

hannie would absolutely die die die from the cuteness overload. he’d see a completed little woolly hat you made and take a million pictures of it and smile so big his jeekies get squished up!!!!! would give you a baby doll (or quokka) to use as a model on your finished creations. literally biggest cheerleader!!! loves the idea that you can make a stuffed animal as well and you try making them a few times but you don’t love how they came out. still, ji keeps them around the studio and names them all

felix would take you shopping to find new threads and new colours!! since he’s already started buying baby toys (they’re all blue and bright) he wants to make sure the colours match the whole theme he has going on so he’d take you shopping for some that you like. would def also buy you any books with layouts (is that what it’s called?) that you need or would just literally buy anything you need to support this new hobby. would call you over to sit on his lap while he’s gaming and you’re crocheting :’)))) take great pride in anything you make and kisses your cheeks when the hormones get to you and you start crying about missing a loop

seungmin would laugh at you for real. like “look you aren’t even a mama yet and already you’re worse than my grandma” but then when he notices you actually really like it and it calms you down he’ll just push the material towards you whenever he sees it laying around and would wait for you to pick it up and get back into working on the blanket before giving you his cute little puppy grin. if anyone else makes the grandma comment he’ll bark at them and tell them you’re making the best blanket this baby will ever own in their lives. would send you crocheting memes now that he doesn’t always get but you like them and his algorithm always knows what you’re thinking about somehow

jeongin would also not really get what you’re doing at first like? shouldn’t you be worrying about things or something but instead you’re knitting away all cute and snuggled while you’re at it. once he sees the first little pair of socks or hat he falls in love and is totally totally on board. will subtly show you his new beanie he bought and will mumble out “for inspo” because he wants him and baby to match and you’re already making something so you know… help innie and babie match :((( would also send you inspo pics but they all feature a stylish dad with the baby and designer clothes and he now demands you make them for baby AND him

#ask #anon #all.works #skz x reader #skz ot8 #skz.hcs #skz ot8 x reader #ot8 x reader #soft thoughts #dad!skz #side note: i am changbin

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ladytyburn · 8 months

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"The Akatsuki are evil capitalists, but also very silly" the comic!

Fancomic / no particular ships / general audiences / Office AU

Chapters:

1: Evil Meeting You Here!

2: Deidara Throws a Fit

3/4: Millenial Deidara vs. Zoomer Sasuke: Fight! (+Janitor Jumpscare)

5: OminousChanting_AkatsukiTheme.wav

6: The Girls Are Fighting!

7: Classic Naruto

8: Character Development

9: Tobi Encounters of the Third Kind

10: The Return Of The King

Status: Ongoing

Feel free to send me asks about this comic project, I love talking about it, and might draw something with the answer :)

Bonus Content:

Nagato and Konan at a Summer Themed B2B Convention

Company Summer Retreat by @succikko-nebulae

Pride Month Logo Change by @succikko-nebulae

Sasori and Sock Puppet

Young Deidara

Paper Jam and Deidara and Naruto

Blorbified Deidara by @silbaria

New Patreon Logo

Nagato's Surprise Birthday Party by @succikko-nebulae

Konan and AUX Puppet Yahiko by @mukkiethekip

Additional Links:

Archive Tag

AO3

The post that started this whole ordeal <3

This comic is certified:

(Thank you to the ~ ten people that keep hyping up this project ily)

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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staying in

Author’s Note: feeling cheesy and silly and lazy. ☺️😝🥱

staying in

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: mild sexual content

Song Inspo: Low Key by Russell Dickerson

~faqs~

An evening in consists of…

… almost getting scammed by an astrology website with Zenitsu, before finally agreeing that the free version is fine, and who believes in astrology anyway? Clearly, you’re made for each other (despite there being some ~areas of conflict between your charts).

… board games with Inosuke until one of you rage quits, and the other has to convince them to: stop sulking in the bathroom, and play again. Who rage quits usually depends on the game, and you’re much better at goading him into another round than he is at bribing you.

… a quiet stroll out with Gyomei, so not exactly staying in, but still more peaceful and mindful than going to a bar or attending an event. He compares your presence to the radiant fullness of the moon, and you tuck a fallen flower behind his ear. “How do you know what the moon feels like?” He doesn’t quite know how to explain gentle, mystical tug of moonrise, so he settles for, “I can feel you, and that is more than enough.”

… cleaning and redecorating Kaburamura’s cage with Obanai. It’s a little gross, and a lot of a fun. From teasing him for his obvious doting, “Does Kaburamura really need six donut cozies?” to being flat out rejected, “Sooo that’s a no to body painting? It’s safe for humans! How could it not be safe for snakes?” You end up falling asleep as he dutifully photographs Kaburamura curled up on your shoulder #guess I’ll finish cleaning by myself.

… doing Tanjirou’s make up, and him doing yours. If you don’t own any make up, then you go on a field trip (minimal budget). You randomly pick themes (old fashioned via “from a hat” or modern via “app for raffle draw”), set a time limit, and then send photos of your final looks to your Hashira + Kamaboko group chat to decide on a winner.

… making the most outlandish cocktails (or mocktails) you can think of with Mitsuri. They have to be intricate, original, AND taste delicious (~just okay suffices too), or you put on a pair of socks. By the end of the evening, you’re drunk (or sugar high) as heck, and have at least four pairs of socks on.

… a project with Shinobu. Whether that’s tackling a Lego set, making candles, or deep cleaning a specific room (likely the kitchen or bathroom), the laughter is ever constant, frustration to be expected, and resulting pride and excitement at the final product a worthy reward — not to mention the way she kisses you afterward! *happy sigh*

… cooking with Kyojuro #bet you didn’t see that coming #sarcasm intended teehee. Sometimes it’s complicated, hours long endeavors; other times it’s spaghetti; and there’s always take out if your fancy Huntsman pie doesn’t go to plan. He’s almost unbearably efficient when it comes to cooking tidily, and chops vegetables so quickly that you just marvel at how his fingers are intact.

… watching a movie with Sanemi. This includes: ~arguing over which movie to watch for a solid hour (give or take), another twenty minutes for snack prep, and another half an hour to spontaneously design and build a pillow fort (for the optimal movie watching experience, of course). Even when it’s a movie he swears he despises, he’ll still stay awake through the whole damn thing because it matters to you, and you matter to him.

… creating scavenger hunts for each other with Muichiro. You roll dice to determine who gets to claim which room(s) and in what order, set up your hunts, and then hunt (duh)! Winner gets to choose dinner (or dessert if you already ate dinner), and loser gets to cook aforementioned dinner (or dessert). You usually win, but he notices when you begin making his clues easier, and promptly informs you that he’d rather lose honestly than win on Easy Mode. “Your happy noises whenever I feed you are prize enough for me.”

… planning your future with Giyuu. It’s easy to get caught up in the mayhem of Life™, so evenings in are a grounding, intimate opportunity to reconnect and recenter with him. From cuddling on the couch to dancing in the kitchen to watching the moon’s traverse through your favorite window, you discuss current stressors, recent successes, and your gratitude for each other. It may seem simple, but it’s the little things that fit most snugly in your hearts. “Where do you see us in a year? Five years? A decade?” you ask. His answer remains constant: “Together.”

… reading with Tengen. He’ll read to you, or you to him; you’ll share a book, or the couch, or the bed; and you alternate who gets up to brew more tea. If you prefer audio books, then he’ll occasionally eavesdrop, and when it’s your turn to be on tea duty, you more often than not return to a cute sticky note (with dramatic commentary regarding the chapter you’re on) bookmarking your page.

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #preferences #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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hecateisalesbian · 11 months

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The Pride of June!

the Pride of June is a project I have decided to do where every day of pride month I talk a little bit about sexualities and gender identities! Everyday will also have a certain Tumblr user (I have mutuals on here as of now but it can be anyone) who is that sexuality and that you can ask more about! Also, every day will have a drawing to go along with it! Please reblog this so more people can find it and be a little more educated! (Flags listed below will have links to the post as they come out) FLAGS COME OUT EVERYDAY AT 9 AM CENTRAL TIME ZONE

Tumblr User List:

@imhumanguysiswear

@rainbowangel110

@hecateisalesbian

@bloodied-dagger

@boilinghotsoupandcrackers

@haystarlight

@artkittycatty

@solstakao

@outmaww

@iridescentdiscord

@theosb0rnway

@zedleaked

@dreamondelphinus

@just-one-more-utmv-fan

@mouse-in-a-piping-bag

@honeymilkhijinks

@your-bigender-big-brother

@msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon

@jd-leifdeloos

@loud-whistling-yes

@demigender-culture-is

@winter-socks

@notsofunsenpai

@that-one-enby-ranger

@dejimonkaizaa

@askatrigenderlgbt

@bloggingboutburgers

@civiart

If you would like to be a user for this or opt out, please message me 🙏

List of Flags (Left to right, Top to bottom)

Gay/Queer/Rainbow Flag

Lesbian Flag

Gay Flag

Bisexual Flag

Transgender Flag

Omnisexual Flag

Asexual Flag

Aromantic Flag

Agender Flag

Genderfluid Flag

Bi-gender Flag

Demigirl Flag

Demiboy Flag

Demigender Flag

Non-binary Flag

Polyamorous Flag

Androsexual Flag

Gynesexual Flag

Abrosexual Flag

Skoliosexual Flag

Intersex Flag

Gender Non-Conforming Flag

GenderQueer Flag

Androgyne Flag

Demisexual Flag

Trigender Flag

Pansexual Flag

Grayace Flag

QPR Flag

Ally Flag Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3.!

#Please reblog #Queer #lgbtq #lgbtqia+#lgbt #trans stuff #gay #lesbian #Bisexual #gay flag #trans #Boost #pride month #The Pride of June #Pride of June Project #PoJ Project

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brittlikestoknit · 2 years

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the yarn for my pride socks got here just in time for pride month!!

i CO tonight! i’m so excited, i hope these turn out how i envision in my head! lol

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tipsy-simbler · 10 months

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Pride Thigh High Socks

I finally decided to do some pride CC this year!! I started a bit late and had some technical issues so please forgive the late upload, but I’m pretty excited to finally post something for pride! This is the biggest CC project I’ve done thus far and I would love to do more in the years to come! this was mostly a warmup to see if I’ve learned enough to make more CC for the public and I’m very pleased with myself!

BGC [this is my first time making a pack item bgc so please let me know if theres any issues!]

Teen to Elder, disabled for random, available for all frames/genders [they are just socks sjksjkskjs]

Please do not claim anything as your own, If you use any of these I would love to see so please please tag me!!!

I made sure at the very least the first word of every flag is visible over the swatch bar! I have very poor memory so I figured it’d be useful.

I will note some flags [specifically the unlabeled flags] are a bit hard to see, I decided to leave them as is since I don’t feel comfortable altering the colors of the original flags, I’m sorry about that. There are also a few with very compressed symbols, I tried fixing it but I couldn’t figure it out. Hopefully it isn’t too bad :\

I have to give a gigantic shoutout to my partner @yeehaww-sims for not only the insane amount of resources they shared with me to be able to do this, but their incredible help and advice along the way! If it weren’t for them this wouldn’t have happened.

All flags used were provided by @yeehaww-sims and they have linked the sources in their original pride flag post [here]

I may do requests for these after pride ends, this was a massive undertaking and my first time making something this big. I would like a break until after pride, but please feel free to drop an ask! If I get enough I may do a huge request dump in the future.

My CC is not made for T[SW]ERFS/Bigots/Racists/Queerphobes/any other lower life form, if you’re gonna be annoying and edgy please take it up with someone who actually cares.

If you’re normal and chill and just wanna remove flags you don’t want/need I will link a tutorial on how to remove swatches [here]

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startenthousand · 4 months

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Finished projects of 2023

Self-designed socks, started in 2012.

Gilbert Baker pride flag, started sometime in the 2018-2019 school year.

Leafy doily, circa 2021

Handspun shawl from the end of 2022

Instant gratification project to get me through February

Meeting knitting: socks for me

Meeting knitting: socks for a friend

Rubber-duck-sized hats for coworkers' debugging ducks

#knitting #crochet #myriad does stuff

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hmshermitcraft · 4 months

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for the theme: winter holidays

doc loves knitting socks for his friends and family to gift for the holidays. (and to be fair, he starts this process again right after everyone received their socks for christmas!) there is something soothing about seeing yarn turn into socks. at the start of their relationship grian didn't understand how someone so tech gifted would enjoy yarn-crafts. after seeing doc put so much time and thought into his hobby, grian decides to just ask: "can you teach me? I want to understand why you like this so much"

Grian takes to it well at first! But then comes the tricky process of finishing projects and not just starting new ones, and he loses interest a bit there. He's surprised by how much technology Doc manages to fit into something that seems so untechnological. Turns out designing patterns is a whole other beast Grian is wholly unprepared for.

Doc didn't expect Grian to stick with it - they've been dating long enough to know it wasn't the right craft for him. But the fact Grian took the time to learn, just because he wanted to understand something that brings Doc joy? That goes a long way. He wears his Grian patented socks with pride.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #docm77 tag #gridoc #offmyfuxkingmind #mod 🎀#weekly theme: winter holidays

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roboticchibitan · 2 months

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I have purchased a serger! Yay! And the shop I bought it from has a class on how to use and care for it on the day before my birthday and it's free since I bought the machine there! I'd never been there before that place is HUGE. All quilting fabric which... I am not a quilter. Quilting is tedious and boring. Too much math. Too much need for perfectly straight lines. Not for me. But I bought the fabric for waist ties for two of my next two pairs of palazzo pants. I ordered some turquoise linen and I have the chartreuse linen pants to finish and I also decided to use some fabric my gf got me like two years ago that got put under the bed and forgotten about for another pair. This fabric is fuzzy and has rainbow foil mushrooms on it! Very excited for those pants. But I have to finish embroidering the hems of the green pants before anything else. One thing at a time DX I have... so many projects to finish. So many projects to start. I'm going to make my gf a pair of socks out of the nonbinary pride yarn I dyed as soon as I finish her Yule gift that is now a birthday gift for her February birthday 😅

#v's fiber arts tag #sewing

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theogonies · 1 year

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headcanons: gift giving

characters | donquixote doflamingo, donquixote rosinante, trafalgar law

content warnings | just sfw fluff, implications of emotional manipulation in doflamingo's

word count | 660

winter holiday event masterpost

donquixote doflamingo

Doflamingo is, of course, an extravagant gift-giver. Money is no object; in fact, he typically prefers to give expensive presents, as a demonstration of his own power and, by extension, yours.

But don’t let yourself think this means he would be inattentive. Doflamingo takes pride in understanding people–their hopes and dreams, their fears, their desires–especially if they’re important to him or his plans. It makes him feel in control.

As long as you’re on his good side, his gifts would not only be luxurious, but perfectly tailored to your wants and needs. He’s not one for practical gift-giving, either (why bother, when he could buy such things for you any time of year?)–no, the holidays are for fulfilling wishes you didn’t even know you had, and in the process, reminding you of just how much you need him.

Handmade gifts are out of the question, though. He is, after all, a busy man. Commissioning an artisan and telling you he made it himself is much more likely, if he thought it would impress you more than something ready-made.

donquixote rosinante

Unlike his brother, Rosinante adores making handmade gifts for his loved ones. He can be quite insecure, especially as a partner, so making heartfelt presents gives him an outlet to show his feelings without feeling so much pressure on the spot.

While Rosinante is known for his clumsiness, he can be rather delicate when he’s sitting down and really focused–a product of all the time he’s spent trying to appear smaller and less intimidating than he really is. It’s a skill that transfers well to handicrafts like scrapbooking, knitting, and jewelry-making.

On the flipside of this, he also tends to put a lot of pressure on himself to find or create the perfect gift. You may notice him acting more distant or cross than usual around the holidays for this reason, but as soon as you unwrap the package and he sees your smiling face, he’ll know that it was worth it.

He’s terrible at surprises. It’s not uncommon that you’ll find bits and pieces from his projects lying around when he’s working on something, or that he’ll accidentally drop a hint in conversation.

One of the quickest ways to Rosinante’s heart is simply offering to work on your gifts together. He’ll enjoy the quality time with you, even if it’s spent quietly working on your own projects, and it’s a lot of weight off of his shoulders not having to worry about keeping your present hidden from you.

trafalgar law

Law isn’t one for sentimental gifts. It isn’t that he doesn’t care for you–he’s just uncomfortable showing his affection in such unguarded ways.

His gifts tend to be more practical in nature, but not thoughtless: books or equipment related to your skills, a new winter coat and some warm socks if he’s noticed that you seem cold, a portable Den-Den Mushi if you have to spend long periods away from each other. If he’s really at a loss for what to get you, though, he may just hand you an envelope of Beri so you can choose for yourself.

At the end of the day, though, Law isn’t a great fan of the holidays in general. They remind him of the Donquixotes’ elaborate Christmas parties and of all the years he lost with Lammy and his parents. If you’re not an especially understanding and forgiving person, it could make him hard to get along with at this time of year.

Still, if you can manage to drag him away from his work for a little while, he may grumble a bit–just not so much that you don’t realize how thankful he is. The darkest time of year is easiest to get through when you have someone warm to snuggle up with and keep your mind off of the past; maybe the two of you will even be able to create some new memories together.

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