#though it is handmade which is neat

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No Context Crow #167: Weathervane Crow

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[yunjardi]

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢], 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 🫠🤍, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 [𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞], 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 & 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐦𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 :)

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people always told you that you lived your life backwards:

"aren't you supposed to be the one to stay home?" they'd say to which you'd respond with a confused shrug.

it's not that you particularly cared about what their opinion was on you and jake's lifestyle, it was more of how they'd talk about jake that bothered you. people who found out that you were the breadwinner between you and jake would always have a snide remark to say regarding jake's role in the relationship.

"he's not a real man if he makes his wife work her ass off."

"he must be lazy."

"you should find a husband who does real work."

or maybe even as far as saying that they'd help you 'escape' your "horrible" home situation.

but regardless of people's comments, you still continued to live your life the same because everything they said was wrong. completely wrong.

you love jake with all your heart and then some. the best part of your day is coming home from an exhausting workday to see jake cooking, baking, or maybe even preparing to take you out on a date by laying out some of your freshly washed clothes for you to change into. jake is the best husband a girl could ever ask for. he's practically perfect, and you absolutely hated that people downplayed how hard jake worked even though they have no idea what he does on a daily basis.

because of him, you always had delicious lunch to take to work.

because of him, the house was always neat and tidy.

because of him, the fridge was always stocked with groceries.

if there's anything to conclude from all of this, it would be that you love your husband and appreciate every little thing he does.

...

you took off your high heels, leaving them at the lowered part of the floor where the front door is as you stepped up onto the elevated part of the floor. you slipped on the pair of soft house shoes that jake had handmade for you recently; they made you feel warm and fuzzy inside whenever you put them on because you knew that jake put a lot of love and effort into making them. he even went so far as to embroider your name on the back part of the slippers, which you found to be a sweet and thoughtful touch to the already meticulously crafted footwear.

upon hearing the door open, jake took off the, also handmade, apron that he had on so that he could go and greet you without transfering anything onto your clothes that may have been on his apron.

you immediately pulled him into a tight hug after giving him a sweet and much-needed kiss after your stressful day.

"i missed you so much, baby," jake smiled into the kiss, "go relax for a bit, okay? anything specific you want for dinner?" you shook your head as you pulled jake back over to you, not ready for him to leave your side. he couldn't help but smile warmly at the feeling of your head against his chest. "don't go yet," you pouted, "i want you to lay with me." jake nodded in response before scooping you up and taking you over to the couch, causing you to yelp in shock before starting to giggle.

"much better," you sighed with content as you and jake cuddled up next to each other, "i just wanted to let you know that i was thinking about you all day long." you confessed, running your fingers through his hair. "thinking about me?" jake cocked his head like a confused puppy, "what do you mean, love?"

you couldn't help but chuckle at how innocent jake sounded. "i meant that i was thinking about you like that, you know what i mean?" jake's eyes widened when he realized the context, his face becoming red and shy at the thought of you being needy for him while you were supposed to be focusing on your work. "i was thinking about you, too," jake admitted shyly, "i wanted you so bad. i still want you so bad, baby." you felt something stiffening beside your thigh which caused you to move over and straddle him the way you habitually did when he was beginning to grow hard.

you pressed your hips down onto his, the feeling of his clothed hard causing your core to heat up. moving to the side, you discarded your shirt and bottoms onto the floor, leaving only your bra and panties on display for your sweet househusband. he let out a little whimper followed by a soft, low moan at the sight of your pretty body showcased for him and him only.

"so pretty," jake breathed out, adoring every inch of your body, "i need touch you." you gave him a bashful smile before guiding his hands down your hips. "i'm all yours, my love," you voiced with passion, "play with me as much as you want." jake's soft eyes widened yet again as his cock throbbed in his boxers, eager to fulfill his and your desires.

jake took it upon himself to take his shirt off, revealing his sexy, toned torso. after all, if jake wasn't scurrying around the house cooking or cleaning, he was working out. you settled your eyes on him as he gently kneaded your ass which caused waves of pleasure to travel all throughout the bottom half of your body. at this point, you could feel yourself becoming wetter by the second, becoming needier and needier for him.

"jake, please," you pleaded, "i need you so bad." jake couldn't help but become shy at you begging for him to fuck you. he always gets nervous when it comes to sex despite how many times you two have done it. you always wondered why jake was so shy about having sex considering how phenomenal he was at it without realizing.

"don't be scared, puppy. you always make me feel so good," you reassured him, your love for him deeply touching his heart, "fuck, i want you so bad, jakey." his puppy eyes lit up at your statement, now motivated to please you to the max. "i'm gonna take these off, okay?" jake asked sweetly as he tugged on the waistband of your panties. you nodded, lifting your legs a bit to make it easier for him to discard of the garment as quickly as possible. "your turn," you smirked, shifting your body off of his. you toyed with the buttons of his pants before fully unbuttoning them, revealing how restraining his boxers had become. you were practically drooling at the sight of his entire body on display for you. taking one last glance at his sexy v-line, you fully undressed him, his thick length springing out from inside his boxers. you let out a quiet squeak at how impressive his dick was as if you hadn't seen it a billion times already. "it got so big for me, didn't it?" you teased before placing a gentle kiss on his throbbing tip. "mhm, all for y-you," jake sputtered out amidst the pleasure that you made run down his entire body, "i'm all yours, baby." jake seemed to sound more confident than before which made you smile internally, glad that he was just as eager as you.

you let your spit hit his cock before beginning to stroke it with your small hand. jake bit down on his lower lip as he let out little whines of pleasure.

"is it good, baby?" you asked, wanting to check his comfort level. jake nodded frantically, showing you that he wants you to continue. you couldn't help but smirk slightly as you put your mouth on his cock, not forgetting to play with his balls as you sucked him off. jake was letting out moans left and right as you alternated between swirling your tongue around his precum-leaking tip and jerking him off. "fuck, you make me feel so good," jake breathed out, running his fingers through your hair, "i need to be inside you." you moaned against his length one last time before pulling your mouth away and positioning yourself above him, waiting to sink down on his throbbing cock.

guiding your hips down, jake's tip passed through your entrance as you let out a shy moan at the sensation. "s-so big," you mewled out once he completely bottomed out, "mmm, i need to cum so bad." you whined needily, urging jake to begin thrusting into you from below. your moans and whines motivated jake to go a little rougher, wanting so badly to make you feel good.

as he slowed down, you took it upon yourself to roll your hips against his while running your hands down his toned abdomen. jake was having a fun time watching you fuck yourself on his dick and moan his name, more than happy to see (and hear) how pleased you were. to your surprise, he gently rolled you onto your elbows and knees to fuck you from behind, and it turned you on to the max to know that he was gaining more confidence in the bedroom, having no problem with him taking over.

slowly, jake teased your wet pussy with his thick tip before sliding himself in. you gripped onto the duvet as you bit down on your lip while jake's head fell back in pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of your tight cunt.

"oh, fuck," you moaned out loud, "jake, that feels so fucking good." whines, whimpers, and words of praise helplessly fell from your lips at the pure pleasure you were being given from behind. jake was squeezing your ass while watching it bounce against his abs every single time your met his thrusts in the middle. "you're so tight and wet, baby," jake groaned, "are you close? do you want me to make you cum?" you whimpered in response as you eagerly arched your back more for him. he took that response and ran with it, thrusting deeper into your pussy and basking in the sensation of your walls pulsing. it didn't take too long for your orgasm to wash over your whole body, your cum shamelessly dripping down his shaft. the sight of your cum coating his dick sent him into a frenzy, pulling his cock out of you to cum all over your pretty ass in warm spurts before gathering some onto his tip to fuck back into you. "your cum feels so good, baby," you breathed out one last time before jake fully pulled himself out, now feeling a bit tired.

"i'm sorry," he said with puppy-dog eyes, "did i go too hard, baby?" you couldn't help but gush at his adorable face as you planted a kiss on his nose. "don't be sorry, my love," you reassured him with another kiss, "it felt so good, i promise." jake looked relieved to hear that it didn't hurt you.

"good," he smiled warmly as he wrapped his arms around you, "can i cook dinner for you now?" you giggled with a nod, knowing that his househusband tendencies were starting to kick in.

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a/n: a gift just for you <3 i hope you enjoyed reading and stick around for more series updates and oneshots coming soon :)

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[dollieduvall]

⋆୨୧˚ 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 💌

Words Count: 2.5K

Short Summary: It’s your first Valentine’s Day with Hobie and one that none of you will truly never forget.

Notes: Fluff, only one use of “Y/N”, Might be cheesy (not sure), no mention of gender, first fanfic

꒰ঌᰔ໒꒱ 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 Valentine’s Day and you still haven’t been able to think of a note to write to your boyfriend, Hobie.

Even though he’s said he doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day since huge corporations just use it as an excuse to make money, he’s probably gone out of his way to at least write you a note. In fact, he said he doesn’t believe in the capitalist part of it; but he does believe in the ‘love’ aspect of it.

He tolerates the part where loved ones would go out of their way for their partner to make them feel loved. Even if he thinks people should treat their partners like this outside “The Season of Love”, he still thinks it’s sweet.

That’s why you want to make sure this note is perfect. It’s your guys’ first Valentine's Day together, and you want to make it at least memorable. And you obviously don’t want to spend money—not that you have that much money to spend, anyway. You want it to be handmade with extra care and extra love. So after rushing through your homework and making sure you at least did a decent job, you get ready to make the note.

You decide on making one of those cool cards that have multiple layers to them. But before you start anything, you need to come up with what the card’s gonna say first, which will arguably be the hardest part. You don't want it to be too cheesy, but you don't want it to be too bland and typical either. You don't want it to be too short, but you don't want it to be too long either.

You realize that your overthinking is going to make this harder than it needs to be, but you can’t help it. You don't want your first Valentine's Day with him to be just any other thing. You want it to be special and you want everything to look like you put your heart and soul into it, which means that there’s other things that need to be done.

You know Hobie would be fine with anything, which is why you’re so frustrated with yourself. It shouldn't matter as long as it's made with unconditional love. And with that, you begin to put your mind to work so it can come up with something amazing.

꒰ঌᰔ໒꒱ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 writing and scraping papers, which will be used and cut into shapes later on, you finally came up with a note that you’re finally satisfied with. You get out some pieces of blank paper, and fold one of them (which is pink) in half as a base for the card. Before working on the decorations, you write your little note first as neat as you possibly can on this pink loose-leaf sheet of paper. Then, you glue the back and stick it to the card.

Now that the easy part is done, it’s time for the hard part. You close the card and get some red construction paper. You cut it into a rectangle border that’s slightly smaller than the original size of the card. Then, you draw many different colored hearts on pink, white, and red construction paper. then, you get white pipe cleaners and tape them to the back of each paper heart. You get thinner ones and wrap them around the thicker pipe cleaners, so now, they look like webs.

You then draw a little bouquet base and save that for later when you draw the little flowers that will go inside. Then, you cut out some red, pink, and white mini hearts that will be glued to the base of the card along with the red border you cut out earlier. Then, you cut up the thinner, green, pipe cleaners, and then you make small origami flowers to stick to them. Once they’re glued together, you put them in the small bouquet base.

Now for your favorite part: Drawing Hobie.

You get out white paper then draw and color an adorable chibi version of Hobie. His right arm is sticking up because that’s where the balloons will go. His left arm, however, was drawn on a separate piece of paper because then it’ll look like he’s holding the bouquet.

Finally, you glue all the pieces together and the outside decor is finished. Now it’s time for the inside and the envelope.

After you finally finish decorating the inside of the card and the envelope, you start on the paper bouquet, the one that’ll take the most energy, but you practiced endlessly, so now the roses will look picture perfect. Since Hobie doesn’t believe in consistency, you decide to use a mix of three different flowers: roses, gladioluses, and tulips. Carefully folding the papers into the base of the bouquet and the flowers, after about two hours, you’re finally done. You also made Hobie two plushie’s of himself a month in advance.

Satisfied with everything, you’ve done, all you have to do is anxiously wait for Valentine’s Day.

꒰ঌᰔ໒꒱ 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 and you’re so fucking nervous. The school day’s almost over which means that Hobie will be done patrolling soon and will head to your house to hangout like usual, if nothing happens (which you’re worried about), and then you’ll be able to hand him your Valentine’s Day gift. You’re also mentally beating yourself up because you forgot to make him chocolates, but honestly, you think your card and paper bouquet is enough.

Anxiously staring at the clock, you tap your fingers against your desk absentmindedly and stop when you realize that’s probably very annoying for the person next to you to hear. Thoughts surrounded with ‘what ifs’, you had managed to successfully tune everyone out, so once you look back at the board, you realize that the teacher has already gone through three math problems, none of which you have no idea how to do. But Hobie’s pretty smart; maybe he can help you. Not on Valentine’s Day, though.

Finally, the teacher gave the class a homework assignment and the bell rang. Hurrying out the door and speed-walking (almost running) home. You had your card and paper bouquet, but something’s missing. You can’t find the two plushies you spent your blood (literally, you kept pricking yourself with the needle), sweat, and tears making. Then, you find your car sleeping soundly and cuddling the two plushies.

It’s gonna be impossible getting those away from that cat. He loves plushies, and the Hobie ones are no exception. As discreetly and quietly as possible, you try to swap the plushies with another one, but your cat jolts awake, making everything more difficult than it has to be. He meows loudly when you try to remove them from his grasp and even hits you.

However, after fifteen minutes, you manage to replace the plushies with his favorite stuffed penguin. Sighing at your hard effort, you put the plushies on top of the card. Then, you hide everything on the shelf in your closet.

Finally, five minutes after all that, you hear the familiar knocking pattern on your window and smile when you see your boyfriend hanging upside down from a web that’s connected to God knows where. You open the window and let him in.

“Hey, Hobie!” You smile brightly as he wraps you in an immediate bear hug. He kisses the side of your head and gives you a small squeeze. “Happy Valentine's Day!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” He smiled, letting go of the hug and comically pulling a bouquet of paper roses and a card from his pocket.

Maybe that’s how he fits his hair into his mask.

“I made you a bouquet of flowers and a card. I really hope you love them because I worked my ass off for ‘em.” He laughed softly, giving you a joyful smile as you happily take his gifts. His bouquet is a mix of red and white. He put adorable put an adorable pink bow to tie them together.

“I love them so much! They’re gorgeous!” you smile, hugging him tightly again with one arm. “I’ll take very good care of them.”

“Good.” He quickly took the bouquet out your hands and put them in the vase.

“Enough of the flowers; read the note!” He happily clapped. He was very giddy today. So much for just tolerating Valentine’s Day. Maybe his love for you is currently overriding it.

You take the time to admire the cute little doodles of you two with little hearts all over the front and the words “Happy Valentine’s Day” in the neatest handwriting he could manage. The card was red and white, except for the doodles, of course. You smile and open the card, reading the little note Hobie read for you.

To My Sweetheart,

Happy Valentine’s Day! I know I said I barely tolerate Valentine’ Day, but you gave me a reason to tolerate it a lot more. You make me incredibly happy and you’re one of the many reasons I keep going. I’m happy that I’ve known you for so long. I’m happy that I can call you my Valentine. You’re the love of my life and I can’t wait to see your beautiful smile when you read this letter.

I love you so much and I would give the world for you. I will make sure to make that clear everytime I see you.

Love, Hobie ᰔ

You feel yourself almost tear up and you give him the biggest hug you’ve probably ever given him. That was the sweetest letter you’ve ever read, and it makes you all happy and fuzzy inside.

“I love the card so much, and I love you too. I’m happy I’m able to make you very happy.” It was hard not to cry, but you managed. You’re just so happy to have someone as amazing and loving as your boyfriend.

“Oh! I have something for you too!” You excitedly tell him, heading over to your closet. “We had the same idea with the paper bouquet!”

“Did we now?” Hobie chuckles. He’s happy you went with the whole handmade gifts thing, because now it’s even more special to him.

You excitedly hand Hobie his paper bouquet first. Hobie ADORES it.

“I thought about how you don’t believe consistency, so instead of just roses, I did a mix of roses, gladioluses, and tulips!” You tell him happily.

The fact that you were so thoughtful and paid attention to all the little details and used that to make this beautifully made bouquet almost makes him want to cry. He won’t, but he feels like it.

“These are beautiful, love. I mean, mine is absolutely gorgeous too, of course, but the thought process you put into just makes it even more beautiful and special in my eyes.” He smiles sweetly at you. He’s about to give you a hug but you’re already excitedly handing him his other gift.

“I also made you this card.” You smile.

Hobie’s just in absolute awe. He doesn’t know how to explain his feelings to himself, let alone you. The decorations, the fact that there’s layers to the card, and the ADORABLE chibi of him holding heart balloons with his own webs and a mini version of the bouquet you made him is enough to make him melt, and he hasn’t even read the note yet. But to you, he doesn’t need to say anything for you to know that he loves it.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Hobie!!

I’m so excited because this is our first Valentine’s Day together, so I wanted to make it as special as possible! I know you’ve been extremely busy with all your patrolling and Spider-Man stuff, so I hope that this will be able to cheer you up! I wanted to make sure everything was handmade and made with lots of love! But even all alone can’t prove how much I love you. You make me so happy, and I always look forward to seeing you everyday. When you’re happy, I’m happy with you. When you’re upset, I’m upset with you. When you cry, I cry so we can be each other’s shoulder to cry on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m always here for you. No matter what’s going on, you can always come to me because I love you so much. You’ll never be alone. You’re not comfortable with telling me everything that’s happened yet one day? That’s fine. I’ll wait as long as you need. I will love you until I’m the one pushing you in a wheelchair around the park when we both turn 80 and even beyond that. I hope you know that.

So, Happy Valentine’s Day, my love!

Love, (Y/N.) (So much for this being sweet and simple HAHA)

And to top it all off, you hand him the adorable plushies you made him; one of his regular self and one in his Spider-Punk costume.

That’s it.

That’s his last straw.

His silence worries you.

Why is he so silent?

Did you do too much to the point he wasn’t expecting it?

Then you hear it.

A singular sniffle is heard from Hobie, and then another, and then another until he’s full on crying.

He then puts everything down and gave you a tight bear hug, while still minding his super strength, and starts crying uncontrollably. You never knew he could cry so much.

Neither did Hobie.

But a gesture like this is enough to make a grown man cry.

“I’m…I’m so sorry. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting the note to be much more loving than I anticipated and the plushies were just adorable. And those were the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me in years. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you. You really did succeed in making this day more special than I could’ve imagined.” He rambled.

Up until he met you, he didn’t have a place to go. He had people he could talk to and fight side-by-side with, but none of them made him as happy as you do. He didn’t have a home, he had no contact with his family, and you were one of the few people he could confide in. So, for the part that broke him was the part where you said that you’d stay by his side till the end. Everything else was beautiful and after that, he just couldn’t hold the tears in anymore.

You smile as you hug him just as tight, crying as well because you loved him so much, and seeing other people cry makes you cry, so you let him cry it out. You’re extremely happy that you were able to make him feel unconditional love. You were happy that you made his entire day, week, and possibly the entire rest of the month. You don’t know how long this hug will last, and neither does Hobie, but it doesn’t matter because you’re both content in each other’s arms.

This Valentine’s Day truly is special.

[kulapti]

Bookbindings of Rare the man that’ll hold to faith by Fahye, July 2023.

Another set from the Renegade Bindery Tiny Books Bang! Text: Rare the man that’ll hold faith (MDZS wangxian Green Knight AU) by @fahye Typesetting: @teleportbooks

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Three similar versions of Rare the man that’ll hold to faith by Fahye, typeset by EHyde, bound by myself! Two of these bindings have endpapers of handmade marbled paper by Æthereal Press (thanks @aetherseer <3).

I was so excited to get this fantastic typeset, in which EHyde used a number of historical decorations from Klemscott Press on the title page and section dividers. I cannot get over all the cool decorative bits in this typeset you guys. Just look at that title page!! I had so much fun reading this fic in hard copy and giggling over all the little teeny leaves and fancy letters.

I chose to use one of the smaller decorative grape vine designs for the cover, since I have not had good luck using the cricut or hand-writing on title letters small enough for these spines. I think it looks pretty neat :D

Decisions were made: I like using small books to try out new techniques, and for these I tried out stitching in the endpapers. That was uhh not the greatest idea for something I intended to give away tbh, but I think the results still look alright. This endpaper style is extremely uncommon in recently published books, though one might find it in fancy editions of books made around a hundred years ago. I think it’s pretty cool and I like that it can subtly emphasize a handmande book being constructed differently from most of what bookstores can sell! I should have paid closer attention to matching my tapes and the lining of my covers. The gapping is a cosmetic problem more than a structural problem, and they should be quite sturdy, though I do wish I had been able to line these up better.

Materials: Laser printed text on archival paper, letter size folded sextodecimo; cotton thread and beeswax stitching with archival paper scrap for reinforcement; the case is scrabooking paper and bookcloth, archival PVA and bookboard, and metallic cover decoration made of heat-transfer vinyl. Endpapers are either archival scrapbooking paper or handmade marbled paper with some shimmery accents. Cotton scrap faux-endbands and unknown scrap ribbon for the bookmarks.

[gluevah]

An exciting package arrived today!

Jeremy's and my 16 year anniversary is the 15th, and he let me have my gift when it got here today 🥰 He could have made me wait, but he didn't. I hope his gift ships soon 👀

Who's in the box? 👀

The package includes a comb, a letter, and care instructions. The comb is nice, too! It looks like something you'd use on a dog or cat, I'll probably add it to my little "plush fur maintenance" toolkit.

"I'm free! Hello!"

This is the CUTEST red panda I have ever seen. Look at those BEANS. The paw beans and claws are silicone, and it seems like the nose is too! It's so unique, I've never had a plush made with silicone paw pads and nose. They're so nice to touch! The whiskers look really neat, with the black and white banding.

He's amazingly soft, his fur is fantastic quality. It reminds me of Douglas brand. I did find a fair amount of those lil crunchy fur bits along seams but like, that's pretty standard. They're all handmade but they are still made in large batches from what I can tell so they wouldn't necessarily have the time to pick them out. The comb helps though!

He's a super floppy, nicely weighted plush, and what a sweet face he has! It's a nice blend of lifelike and simple/cute. I REALLY love how he's stuffed. His head and nose are firm and his body and limbs are stuffed more lightly, which is how I stuff my own plush!

I put a little bow around his neck, with a bell! I want to get him a collar though. Or a bandana!

Now to decide on a name for this precious baby 🥰

[sunflowersteves]

i can’t stop thinking about steve x reader where they’re taking dustin to like a renaissance fair or something and the readers not as into it but is still a huge nerd about it once they get there and steve has been complaining about going the entire morning but as soon as he sees how excited the reader (and dustin) are his mood changes and he just looks so fond for the entire day (and tries to secretly buy like all the trinkets the reader picks up during the day). if you would wanna write something around that?

stop this is literally so cute, i love this idea sm, join fruity four saturday <3

"Do we really have to go?" Steve whines, shifting the gear to park. You roll your eyes at him and nudge his shoulder. “We’re already here, Stevie.”

You and Steve drove to Indianapolis to take Dustin to the Renaissance fair for the weekend. Dustin really wanted Steve to go—like bending down on his knees and pleading until Steve felt bad. 

In retrospect, you wanted to go too. Unknownst to Steve, you had already made plans with Eddie to go and didn’t want to rope Steve into this. You knew it wasn’t his thing, and that didn’t bother you at all. 

Once you found out that Dustin convinced Steve to go, you knew you could wait a few more days until the weekend, so Dustin didn’t have to miss any class. Eddie and the whole group were already there, most likely making their dnd campaigns come to life. 

Much to yours and Dustin's dismay, though, Steve had been complaining about leaving the house all morning. It was just a teeny bit annoying.

“Why can’t we just stay in and watch movies?” “Henderson, don’t you have homework?” “Baby, do we have to? Can’t we just lay in bed?” “What if Robin goes with you?”

Dustin finally cracked, “Shit, Steve! Leave if you don’t want to go! y/n can drive me by themselves!” His little outburst—the car sat in the driveway as Steve was about to put it in reverse and back out of the driveway, had Steve’s mouth shut tight. 

Now, you all have arrived. The sweet burning smell of turkey legs disguised as “mutton” wafted through the air, and people fluttered around with medieval dresses and tunics—laughing about. Songs voiced by chants and melodies sprung from mandolins made Dustin’s eyes shine a little bit brighter. 

“C’mon, guys!” Dustin is pulling you and Steve by the arm and racing through the entrance. You’re laughing along with him—a gleeful smile spread across your lips. Steve could’ve sworn his heart stopped. 

You and Dustin walk around and look at all of the neat booths, gasping and giggling excitedly at the cool items. Steve was just following along, almost looking like a lost puppy. 

However, Steve was a little impressed, he’s not going to lie. The booths set up like Witch’s shop or Greevin’s Tavern were quite clever and excessively decorated. And when you and Dustin found Merlin’s Beard’s wand shop?

Yeah, it was game over. 

Steve could’ve sworn that you two had stayed in that shop for at least an hour, especially when Dustin had the smart idea of getting an indigo wand for Will the Wise. 

A small frown washes over his face at the price tag. He knew they were handmade, so he should have assumed they were going to be a bit out of his price range.

You saw Dustin pull out his wallet—ten dollars was all he had. You nudged Steve, giving him a look, and you could feel his mom's senses kick in. “Henderson, move.”

You and Steve kind of shove him out of the way, looking through your wallets for any loose change. 

“Thank you for your purchase, kind peasants.”

Steve snorts, then something dawns on him. “Hey, didn’t you say Eddie was supposed to be here?” 

You nodded at Steve, “Should we go look for him?”

Dustin shouted excitedly, “Yes!” before bolting around the different booths trying to look for the dungeon master himself. 

“Hey!” You try to chase after the kid, but he’s getting away pretty quickly, which leaves Steve in the dust. 

He’s not too worried, though. He knows you’ll find him eventually. Just as Steve thinks he should keep up with you, his feet halt to a stop. Perfectly sewn and intricately designed, fresh leathered notebooks were on full display at one of the shops. 

He smiles and quickly picks up the best one, the brown leather notebook with fairy designs. He knew you would love it.

Sooner or later, Steve ends up stopping at another shop because he found a mug you would like. Then he stopped at an ocarina booth because he saw a blue and purple one—he immediately thought of you. He stops at another shop when he sees a little fairy crown, and then another and another. 

Eventually, his arms are full of trinkets, knick-knacks, and honestly anything that was in his line of sight. The keepers of the booths were bright-eyed with smiles from his purchases. 

“Steve? What are those things?” You poke your head over to him, curiosity getting the best of you. He had been gone for quite some time, and you were starting to miss his presence. 

He stutters, shyly smiling at you. “They’re all for you.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, “damn, Harrington.”

You giggled, pressing a sweet kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Steve! I love them so much! Let me see! Let me see!”

You’re practically jumping up and down in an attempt to look at all his gifts that filled up to the top of his chin. He’s just looking at you, though, a shine is in his eyes. He can’t believe he calls you his. A warmth overflowing his chest makes his heart soar. 

“Jus’ can’t stop thinking about you, sweetheart.”

[blakeswritingimagines]

Being best friends with Enid Sinclair would include

The two of you are very close almost so that everyone thinks your dating each other, never clearing any of the rumors up but also never actually acting like a couple which makes you both laugh.

Never really get into fights with each other but making sure the other always knows and understands that you’ll fight anyone for each other, Enid made it very clear when you both were still newly friends that she’d fight anyone until her last breath for you.

Helping her touch up her hair which always ends in a mess especially if you also have dyed hair which Enid begs to help with which also ends in a mess and you both covered in dye.

Telling each other everything that goes on in your lives, from school to dating or even gossip that Enid knows and isn’t meant to tell everyone but feels that you don’t count since your her best friend.

Enid tries her best to help with any and all of your problems and since she’s normally carefree you try to help her before and after all her wolf problems.

Regardless of what kind of jokes you like you’ll be hearing tons of dad jokes, puns, knock knock jokes, anything Enid comes up with and thinks is funny you’ll be the first to hear it.

Getting use to all different kinds of touches from Enid much like: Holding hands, Hugging, Her leaning on you, Friendly kisses, Cuddling, Sitting on each other’s laps.

Enid doesn’t have a set love language with her friends since she understands everyone is different, She jumps at the chance to help you or do something for you, Hold you when you need it, Her giving you nothing but kind words and praise you when she thinks you’ve done well, and finding neat little gifts for you that she makes sure is personable.

Going out into town for hang out dates and finding new things to do, Living with each other when your both older and still finding new things to do and so far her favorite is a car cafe.

Once Wednesday starts going to Nevermore as much as she dislikes it she just got two new friends that radiate big dog energy, She lets both you and Enid have the only soft spots in her life while never telling you either a thing about it.

Teasing each other about anything and poking fun at Enid’s and Wednesday’s own friendship that they seem closer which Enid always makes sure you know is not true since she doesn’t want you jealous.

Doing different hobbies and extra curricular activities together then soon enough even making your own club and letting Enid pick the theme and name for it.

Sharing each other’s clothes no matter what you dress like, She loves wearing your clothes and trying something new while feeling giddy when she sees you wearing hers.

Dealing with any jokes that come from wearing Enid’s handmade jewelry but never taking it off and even making her some in return.

Using a buddy system during school functions, Poe cup, The whole hyde thing and just helping each other or keeping the other sane and safe.

Enid makes you help her bake new things even if it comes out ruined because she got overzealous with trying new flavors, Having dance parties in her dorm room no matter how dorky you both look, Blindly painting each other then hanging it up proudly.

Always texting, calling, face timing, writing each other when your both back at home during holidays and such just to keep the other up to date and because you’ve never had to go so long without the other.

Everyone knowing where one of you is the other isn’t too far behind and after a while in your friendship hearing you both before seeing you.

Celebrating everything no matter how big or small is may seem, Your birthday? Enid ordered a bounce house and the whole school, Another year of being friends? You both make a time capsule to come back to in 10 years, Everything is important from now to when your both adults.

Saying i love you when your more comfortable even though Enid has been saying it since she pretty much first met you but everytime is a big deal to her.

[ghoulishsleep]

The Doctor | Part 3 | The Mandalorian

< Part 2 | Part 4 >

summary: The first morning, you find yourself with an unlikely companion, and the Mandalorian piques the interest of the locals.

pairing: eventual Din Djarin x OC afab!reader (no physical descriptions; reader has relatives, a surname, and backstory/personality)

word count: +1.3k

a/n: This took longer than I'd hoped because it was a long two weeks, but I made it! orz In the meantime, however, I did some more brainstorming regarding placement among the series and developed an idea for a fix-it, so we have that to look forward to! I would love to hear from you in the tags or my inbox! I'd like to know how I'm doing, and if there's anywhere I could improve. Happy reading!

warnings: rated G, vague references to illness

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You’re kneeling upon a kitchen counter, rifling through green jars of dehydrated herbs in a cupboard, when you hear it – the gentle hiss of a pneumatic door opening and the tiniest slap-slap of feet upon the polished stone floor. Sparing a glance over one shoulder, you anticipate the sight of the Mandalorian swaying silently from the mouth of the hall, despite the ungodly hour it currently happens to be, the sunrise only a faint tinge of orange staining a twilight sky.

A short while earlier, you had emerged from your room to find the kitchen moderately tidied – the dish you know the Mandalorian was sent off with was leaning in the drying rack, along with the others accumulated, left in the basin to return to later. You nearly laughed imagining him washing dishes, yet the notion inspired a fond bloom in your chest – it made you wish for time, if only to simply speak with the mysterious man.

Contrary to your (hope) expectation, you don’t see a thing.

Brow knit, you squint at the contents of one last dark-tinted jar before hopping down to round the counter, where you very nearly step into the Child, a small lump waddling across the floor, giant eyes blinking up at you.

“Well, hello, there, ” you mutter perplexedly, taking a few steps beyond him down the guest hall to find the door ajar but the lights out and curtains drawn. Once more, your expectations are dashed – the room is pitch black save for what creeps in from the dim corridor, within which you can barely make out the shape of the Mandalorian, asleep, and a neat pile of armor (notably without the helmet) upon the dresser.

He sleeps with that thing on?

Wait–

With a cold ripple of realization, you tear your gaze away as though the mere perception of his unarmored silhouette is an intrusion. (If your memory serves correctly, it absolutely kriffing is, and now you want to scream.) Fingers brush the button toggling the door closed as you hurry back toward the kitchen and scoop up the Child along the way, whose abrupt cough racks his little body in your arms.

“Okay, kiddo, ” you breathe unevenly, “Want some hot chocolate?”

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For the first time in perhaps months, Din Djarin sleeps soundly – heavily.

The Vancil guest quarters were quaint and comforting, more inviting than the cheap inns he occasionally sought board in. Orange leather skimmed the handmade brown-and-violet throw draped across the foot of the bed and appraised rough-cut soaps in the refresher, flecked with botanicals – remarkably similar to his previous stay.

Din ate carefully, with his back turned to the slumbering Child (comically dwarfed among the blankets of a large bed), after which he allowed himself a long reprieve in the refresher, scrubbing away sweat and grime in the shower, then soaking with delicately-scented salts. It felt impossibly strange – he’d stood contemplating the comfortably-sized bath longer than he preferred to admit.

Dried and dressed in clean linens, Din succumbed to the heavy draw of sleep hours later, fluffy curls cautiously pressed within the confines of his helmet.

His limbs feel leaden and muscle sore when he wakes to brilliant sunrise bleeding through a lone gap in the curtains. The room is pleasantly quiet, as are the outdoors just beyond layers of fabric and transparisteel, absent of the thrum of the Crest’s engines and the Child’s congested breathing.

The Child.

Who was, at the searching sweep of his arm, most definitely not in the bed with him, or even the room, at his suddenly panicked inspection.

Din dresses hastily and nearly forgoes his armor, only pausing momentarily to throw on the ensemble and tighten the straps, having to twist in his departure so that a pauldron doesn’t clip the still-opening door. Turbulent beneath the placid face of his helm, the brief trip down the hall felt an agonizing drag, furthering the claw of anxiety tearing at the back of Din’s consciousness.

Regardless of what far-off sentiments held for your late father, the lengths he would go to for the Child–

The breath he draws to blindly accost you – where is he? – dies upon his lungs when he spies familiar green tucked comfortably against your side on the couch, beneath far too much blanket. And there you sit pleasantly, entirely unaware of the Mandalorian practically boiling over before you, a cup of caf in one hand and a datapad in the other, thumbing through some article.

When you glance past your screen, you see how his cuirass shifts atop a long breath drawn and released, the slight turn of the helmet, and offer a small smile, “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

Much like the day prior, you seem to have caught him off guard with your asking. The helmet rears the slightest bit back, and at last, the Mandalorian finds his voice, his composure. “Good morning. I slept well, thank you.”

You notice the way the visor seems trained slightly down, your own gaze dropping similarly. “He came out on his own around sunrise. Gave him some cocoa, and became fast friends, ” you muse at the little creature who only puffs in a slight cough, thanks to an herb slipped into his drink, whose attention focuses solely on his Mandalorian. “It seems like he might be ready to go back to sleep after another dose of antibiotics.”

The Mandalorian’s silence is not poorly taken; you gaze at his visor for a beat longer, then peel yourself away to leave the Child swimming in plush fabric, reaching after your fleeting warmth with little claws.

“Caf?” you offer, refilling your own.

“Maybe later.” It’s hesitant, cut short as the Mandalorian makes his way over to the Child to sit gingerly beside him in your absence. 

You nod your acknowledgment, whether he sees or not, and tend to the slowly-reheating pan of stewed meat and broth – decidedly, your vessel of choice to deliver the Child his medicine. After checking the temperature, you ladle a generous amount of both broth and meat into a waiting porringer, pre-dosed, and make your return.

The Child eagerly accepts the liquid warmth, beginning to munch messily on the meat chunks first, dribbling broth onto the blanket. You shrug amicably at the visor turning your way briefly, returning to the kitchen for your caf and datapad.

“Well, I’m going to be at the clinic for the day if you find that you need me, ” you inform over the rim of your mug. “May I ask what your plans are for the day?”

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Perhaps you didn’t need to ask the Mandalorian his plans after all, because you’d heard from four (four!) bewildered old folks about the shiny metal man and his coughing sling bag asking for “work” (scare quotes included), and it was barely noon. The most recent still stood before you in the clinic lobby, drifting into a story from when he worked as a logger up the mountain years ago.

Elbows propped on the desk, one hand cradles your cheek, fingers idly tapping and palm partly obscuring your wry smile. Honestly, you found it endearing. Chaira generally lacked any excitement, so you understood why the town’s inhabitants were abuzz – you wondered, if you stepped outside, whether you might see the Mandalorian being confronted by some of the more vigilant members of the community.

“Thank you, Cyril, ” you steer the conversation with a smile. “Did you happen to need anything while you’re here?”

“No, Dr. Vancil, thank you, ” the man says earnestly, and you hum. Your diversion worked, and now he shuffles toward the open door, waving stiffly on his way.

“I’ll see you next week for your physical, then, ” you say, louder now for the slowly-increasing distance. “Take care!”

From beside you, 2-1B turns, scooting your lunch closer again. You can hear the subtle whirring of parts, the would-be breaths were he made of flesh, and angle your chair more his way, dragging the plate closer yet with a finger.

“I see what you did there, ” he observes, and you grin.

“Yeah, take notes. You’d have been stuck in that conversation for another twenty minutes, ” you return. 2-1B pauses, which you take as a concession.

< Part 2 | Part 4 >

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 195.2: Hobbies (Part 2)

You can read Part 1 here, if you'd like. Or read this as a stand alone; all you need to know is that Harry learned to make Turkish Pottery.

Draco stood in the doorway, quite certain that he couldn't be seeing what his eyes thought they were seeing. There was no world in which he could be staring at Harry Potter.

If it was Potter, he seemed to have grown even more attractive in the four years since last Draco saw him. Where his hair had been shorn close to his head, it now was long enough for him to pull into a messy topknot; his face had been clean-shaven and now he had a neat, tidy beard. He'd been in pristine, formal auror robes at the last function they'd happened upon each other during, and now he sat with his legs spread wide around the kick wheel, jeans tattered and splattered with clay, wearing an olive green Henley that made his bronze skin glow, sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms, hands covered in clay.

And Draco couldn't think, couldn't even form words, because in no world was it acceptable for someone to look that fucking hot when they were that fucking messy.

Finally, he found his voice, since Potter was just sitting there and staring right back, the piece he'd been constructing now a crumpled heap of clay. "Potter?"

"Err, both by name and by trade," he replied, "yes."

And Draco couldn't quite help himself, he huffed a laugh, because this was so ridiculous, so utterly preposterous, that what else was he meant to do?

"I'm guessing you're surprised to see me."

He huffed a laugh, "I think anyone would be surprised to see you here."

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Potter hummed, scraping the white clay off the wheel and dropping it into a bucket as he moved to standing. "I'd like to keep it that way, if it's all the same to you."

He took a step back, "Are you going to try to obliviate me?" he asked, not keen on having anyone mess with his mind.

The other man blinked at him, "The thought hadn't even occurred to me." He went to the sink and washed his hands, "I was just going to ask your price for keeping it a secret," he added, looking over his shoulder at Draco.

"Oh," he replied, shoulders easing a bit. "No, of course. I won't tell anyone."

Potter raised an eyebrow and turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the sink. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," he insisted. "I'm sure you had your reasons for leaving. Circe knows I've thought about it enough," he added. "I would like to purchase some of your work though, if you're amenable," he said, since that was why he'd stopped here in the first place.

Those keen green eyes, scrutinized him for a moment longer, weighing him, before deciding to drop whatever thoughts had been swirling around his head. "Sure," he said easily. "That's why I'm here," he added with a shrug.

"Your work is," Draco shook his head, "mind-blowingly incredible."

Potter laughed and Draco watched from the corner of his eye as he pushed off the sink and wandered over closer to where Draco was looking at the wall of tea sets. "Thanks."

"Do you do it all by hand?"

The other man looked over at him, "As opposed to?"

"Using magic?"

"Oh," he said, eyebrows raising like the idea surprised him, "Yeah, everything is handmade. I," he shrugged, "use magic to help with cleaning up but the whole point of starting pottery was to have something to do with my hands. My magic-" he broke off, "well. I'm sure you read the papers when it was splashed across every front page."

Draco had been exceedingly curious about that, "Well, one never knows quite what to believe when reading those rags," he said.

The corner of Potter's mouth quirked, "That is," he sighed while he searched for the right words, "refreshingly nice to hear."

He hummed, "Well, I like to hope that people don't believe all that they read about me."

"What brought you in?" Potter asked, graciously changing topics.

Draco laughed, "Luna has one of your tea sets," he said, gesturing to the display in front of him. "It's beautiful," he added. "I asked her where she got it and she told me the name of your shop. Didn't bother to mention that it was you running it, though."

Potter chuckled, "That checks out."

He picked up a pretty blue teacup, examining the intricate designs all of the different shades of blues and the one cheerful pop of yellow.

"Well," he said, "I'll leave you to look." He caught a loose curl and tried to tuck it back into his bun. "Let me know if you have any questions."

Truth be told, Draco had a thousand questions. And some of them were even about Potter’s work.

Nonetheless, he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask, it wasn’t his place, and anything that he wanted to know was ultimately just to satisfy his curiosity about where Potter had gone, what he’d done while he was there, and why he’d left.

Eventually, after picking up various pieces to test the way the different cups felt as he held them in his hand, he settled on a set that was a deep, earthy brown on the outside, glazed until it looked almost wet with how shiny it was. But it was the inside that Draco was really taken with. The inside was painted with blues and teals and whites, it looked like a constellation exploding into being and he couldn’t wait to have a cup of tea and watch the image appear as he drank it.

“Find something you liked?” Potter asked, looking up from a bowl he was painting.

“So many things that I liked,” he replied with a laugh.

Potter smiled at him, bright and earnest. “Thank you.” He set down his paint brush and moved to the counter so he could start packaging the tea set.

Draco watched his sure, graceful movements as he wrapped each cup and the double pot in paper and tidily boxed it up.

After paying with his muggle bank card, Draco said, “thank you. I,” he swallowed, “I won’t tell anyone you’re here.”

Potter leaned his elbows on the counter, green eyes searching Draco’s face. “I believe you,” he replied.

The other man reached out to hand Draco the box and their fingers brushed and Draco was shocked by a jolt of magic so strong he couldn’t help but gasp. It didn’t hurt, it was a sort of pleasant tingling that he felt race up his arm and then down his spine leaving something bright and hot in its wake.

“Shit,” Potter hissed, wandlessly catching the box with Draco’s tea set in it and holding out a steadying hand to Draco but not touching him. “Sorry. Godric, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

He nodded, “What was that?”

“My magic,” he shook his head, “it’s close to the surface sometimes. It doesn’t happen with muggles,” he hastened to add like he thought Draco might be worried that he was breaking the statue of secrecy. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not hurt?”

He shook his head, “it didn’t hurt at all.”

“Oh,” Potter said, as though it was a surprise. “Most people say it’s like when you get shocked with static electricity.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated, not entirely sure how to say that it had felt nice without admitting that was the case. “It just surprised me.”

He held out the box again, keeping his fingers back, and Draco took it. A small part of his brain was tempted to reach out and touch him again, to hold his hand, see if prolonged contact would lessen or strengthen the feeling.

He resisted.

“What did your healers say was causing that?” he asked as he walked backwards toward the door.

“No one knows,” Potter replied with a shrug.

He frowned, that was a bit disconcerting. “I’m a healer.”

“I know.”

Something thrilled in the pit of his stomach to know that Potter had kept tabs on him. “I specialize in psychological and trauma induced magi-care.”

The other man tilted his head, “for people who’ve suppressed their magic because of trauma.”

“Sometimes,” he agreed. “But also people for whom the opposite it true.”

“My understanding was that your work largely revolves around children and teens,” Potter replied, obviously making the connection between what Draco was saying and what he was implying.

He hummed, “Sometimes,” he affirmed. “Often, even. But I don’t specialize in a particular age group. The field has grown quite a bit in the past few years,” he said, leaving the ‘since you’ve been away’ left unsaid. “I’d,” he swallowed nervously, “be happy to see you, if you are interested. A lot of people really struggled right after the war and the wizarding community has never been good about mental health care. It’s possible that your healer-” he broke off and cleared his throat. “Well. It’s possible that we know more now than we knew then. That’s all I’m trying to say.”

Potter stared at him for a long moment and Draco had to resist the urge to fidget and start talking again.

“Well,” he said again. “Here’s my card, in case you ever decide it’s something you’re interested in.” He flicked his business card toward Potter, using a little wandless magic to help it arrive at its destination.

Then Draco turned and fled the shop without waiting for anything more to be said on the matter.

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To be continued.

[marcspectrr]

I headcanon that Steven is a writer.

I'm putting this all into a fic but I wanted to kinda break it down.

He's got all this love for all this information left behind by people who wrote as a way of expressing the way they saw the world and the people in it. He surrounds himself with words and immerses himself in them at nearly all hours of the day. For leisure, for comfort, for escape, for feelings of actually being alive rather than being ignored. The sensation of finding what it means to be human lies in books, for him. And he reads. I'm talking losing track of time and his surroundings reads, falling asleep with his glasses on and a book on his chest reads, prepping his food absentmindedly with the hand that's not holding the pages reads. Pieces with metrical rhythm and emotion and impressionistic style like poetry, and more prosaic and objective and formal --- two very different stances of the world, both of which he just absorbs. He goes from reading poems that emphasize the duality between romantic love and melancholy to encyclopedias on the communal stability that marriages in ancient Egypt provided. Fiction and non-fiction. Articles and letters and memoirs and essays. Short stories and thousand page novels. Old narratives and new. Maybe even plays. And the best way to become a better writer is to read, so of course he's found his voice through writing.

He leaves behind a million and one notations in his books --- making corrections, 'it was actually during the Old Kingdom, around 2,500 B.C. to be exact. How mental!', to scribbling a small but neat stream of consciousness down the side of the page, 'can't imagine how it must've felt to observe lunar cycles and realize the impact on the ability to harvest --- looking up and attaching even more meaning to them, another story to something we don't have the answers for.' He writes without realizing sometimes, the words just pour from him, begging for somewhere to land, somewhere where they're preserved in a way they would be if they were to instead fall on listening and intrigued ears. Nobody shuts him down this way. He can spill these passing thoughts with no judgment so he does. Not only in the dusty margins but on empty pages too, making things he only wishes he could say deserving of more meaning.

Marc sees this. He's always had an itch for knowledge he couldn't summon the care for, somehow, always felt drawn to libraries and book shops and literature he couldn't harbor intrigue for to save his life. He wasn't the brightest in school but managed to pass without much effort on his behalf and he always had suspicion as to what the reason for that was. Or who the reason was. Soon, whenever he felt pulled towards words like 'paleolithic' (whatever the fuck that meant), he'd think of one name. Steven. The National Geographic channel is a mumble, playing not too far from where he sat, but before he knows it his eyes find themselves drifting back to the screen. Steven. He fills the flat with things that cause these inexplicable pulls. Books, mostly. A lot of books. Whenever he goes out on missions he begins to...collect. Vague souvenirs, he thinks, swiping a little paper weight in the shape and a pyramid off the shelf. Knick knacks, he knows his dad would call them, though he didn't really agree with the term. They weren't inherently meaningless. Somehow he knew Steven would infuse meaning in the handmade rug from Milan even if he was under the impression that he'd never been there to attach sentimental value to it. (Handmade, yeah, it was pricy, but that particular job paid him generously, and Marc found the sand-filled gaps in the floor to be a little depressing, nothing a couple thousand euros worth of handmade rug couldn't fix.)

Over time, the flat fills up. More books, unsurprisingly, but also documentaries. Some vinyl records, the beginning of a nice collection that Marc can't help but want to indulge in, oddly curious of Steven's taste in music. He doesn't, because it's Steven's, not his. It doesn't belong to him, that was the whole point of buying the appartment in the first place. This is Steven's flat, filled with the beginnings of all of his own knick kn-- collections, and he wasn't about to contaminate that. Marc was merely an observer, occasionally using a hollow space to hide the essentials in existing post-this-is-the-beginning-of-the-closing-part-of-my-life-I'm-almost-gone-I-promise. A phone holding a contact of the only person who's ever truly loved him to torture himself with, a charger to senslessly charge said phone, and a key to a place he can't stand being in but deserves.

The books turn into journals, and something twists in Marc's stomach when he realizes this. Marc was never a writer, but he knows how intimate the act can be, what kinds of things can be confessed on a blank page meant only for the eyes that filled the blank lines. He catches himself guiltily glossing over a series of scribbles, one left open on the cluttered desk, one made up of handwriting he would soon recognize and be one more distinct thing he saw that bled into the thought of Steven. It was neat, half cursive, probably from haste, a little different from his own. He tore his eyes away after a minute, forcing himself to finish erasing the traces of himself he'd incidentally left throughout the flat that night. One line had stuck, though, replaying in his head as he carefully dragged the rickety table back into its place. 'Doesn't have to be that grand to feel like I'm helping, though. Talked to a nice lady yesterday for nearly an hour about ancient cuisines throughout Egypt, and she seemed fascinated, really. It felt nice.' Maybe it was selfish to cling to it, to feel a wave of relief wash over him at the thought that Steven was...was happy. Steven was happy. Marc didn't know what to feel. Relief was new for him.

Besides the journals, there were a dozen or so books left open at all times, with annotations Marc couldn't really understand most of the time but he smiles nonetheless at the absurdity of some of 'em. They were less private than the journals, easier to read and gauge the man's state of mind from afar. After...everything, Steven begins to leave sticky notes around, specifically for Marc to read. They're a baby blue color, stuck to the front of the fridge informing him vegetables do happen to exist, to the bathroom mirror telling him they're almost out of shaving cream, and sometimes around the edges of pages left open on the desk, inviting Marc's eyes to the excerpts and comments. One baby blue sticky note holds two arrows pointing to some stars in some familiar constellations taking up the page, The Big and Little Dipper. Marc reads: 'You know they named these 'The Indestructibles'? They're undying stars, constantly rotating, believed to be a safe portal to the afterlife. Think it's a nice sentiment, to have something constant like that and deem it literally incapable of destruction, innit?'

Marc feels a hint of that childhood wonder trickle back into him as he stares at the stars. It's not so tainted like it used to be. He used to shove it away, knowing it was too close to memories of sitting in the backyard with RoRo making up stories for each star to be safe for him feel. Now, he felt a fondness with it as he reached for a pen and an orange sticky note. Thinking about when exactly Steven placed his affinity for the night sky, if he felt pulls towards it like Marc felt towards books. There is a quiet sense of still getting to share the allurement with a brother that causes his hand to shake in the slightest as he writes on the sticky note.

'That's pretty fuckin cool.'

[healerelowen]

Silly Luke Carder romantic headcannons because I could :)

(Also I felt like it would be appreciated by the starving Luke simps)

-Luke loves cheek and nose kisses. It doesn’t matter when, it doesn’t matter how, Luke will melt into a giddy blushing mess whenever it happens. And God forbid you do it when you to are being extremely affectionate with each other. (Either in intimacy or otherwise.) 

-Gift giving is Luke’s go-to for affection. Spare cards that he thinks you’ll like? Bam, gifted. Some tiny pinecones outside his house? Yours to keep. A highly specific item you mentioned once for less than ten seconds that hasn’t been brought up in months since that Luke randomly found somewhere? It’s now yours.  

-Luke is a snuggle bug. He loves cuddling, and talking, and gifting, and giving you sweet little compliments every single day. It’s because he just absolutely adores you every second of his life and wants to make sure you know that and will know that until the day you die.

-Loves listening to you rant about things. It can be anything. Luke will listen and he may zone out from time to time but that’s mostly because of his highly short attention span. Other than that, you have his full attention! Talking about a video game you like? Cool! Maybe he’ll try playing it sometime. A certain topic that you find really interesting? How neat! Some random shower thoughts? Deep discussion is at hand. 

-Make anything for him like a handmade gift and he will cry. But not because he’s upset, oh no. It’s because he loves it and adores it and he will now cherish it for rest of his life. If it’s something you made as a ‘matching couple’ kind of a deal, it only amplifies the effect. Also, expect to be showered with lots of physical affection afterwards. (Unless you prefer a different kind of affection which is chill with him)

-Burn out is non-existent when Luke is around. Stress around pretty much anything is going to evaporate the minute Luke gets involved. That boi is a cinnamon roll and if the purity and gold retriever gamer boy energy can’t wash away stress, then I don’t know what can. If you refuse to take a break though, not on Luke’s watch. He can and will give you the puppy dog eyes until you say yes.

Anyway, pspspsps come on Luke simps! Come get your food! pspspspsps

[bluepoodle7]

#Etsy #EtsyHandmadePlush #HandmadePlush #JohnDoeGame #JohnDoeCatFormHeartEyedVersionPlush #MonsterPlush #Plushies #PlushPals

This is a Etsy Handmade John Doe Cat Plush and this plush is pretty cute while also super soft.

This plushie was bigger than I thought for a handmade plush that isn't crotchet.

It's pretty neat owning fan art of someone else's oc that was in another style and I hope Mortisfox can someday make a plush of John Doe someday since the closet was the mini body pillow keychains of the bigger body pillow of Doe.

But this plush had a tiny corner where the stitches was showing and strings loose but I don't mind that since some plushies I collect do that.

This plush feels and looks well made.

This plush also is a lint magnet but I don't mind that but it is easy to clean.

The box wrapping paper was pretty and shiny.

This plush is 13 inches from the top of the ears to the tail and 8 inches from the top of the head to the leg.

I guess the heart eyed ones don't get the heart paw print designs on his feet.

I guess that is the design difference of both cat doe plushies and you get stickers of cat Doe which are pretty cute.

The art style this artist has is really neat and I wish I could make plushies.

I put my John Doe Cat Form Heart Eyed Plush in the Target Hyde And Eek! Pet Royalty Cape.

Halloween Royalty Dog Cape - Hyde & Eek! Boutique™ : Target

I just wanted to see if this plush can wear the outfit and it can wear it but it squeezes the middle of the plush.

I might get the medium size cape later to see if that works.

I wanted to check if this plush can wear the toy glasses.

The toy glasses are tiny on the plush so this plush can't wear them.

The plush can wear the Hyde & Eek! Moon Witch Cat Hat.

Halloween Moon Witch Hat Cat Costume - Black - Hyde & Eek! Boutique™ : Target

I also took a picture with this cat Doe plush with the Gummy Fangs Gummy Candy.

Halloween Raspberry Flavored Gummy Fangs - 8.5oz - Favorite Day™ : Target

I will review these later.

My First Thoughts

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I remember first seeing John Doe on Manly's let's play and I did see John Doe as spooky at first then I slowly broke this character down as lonely and using being spooky to fronting.

I didn't have a Twitter at the time but I did look from the outside when you could then found info on Doe saying this character was lonely.

My guess was correct but the character expresses it in their monster way.

But that ending 7 pose got me to love Doe but I'm into monster characters anyways since once they talk their just people with hopes and dreams with passions.

Plus I like it with Doe's eyes get all big like a cat chasing something and when Doe did those faces I would be a little spooked but then just shrug it off or worry John Doe's face would freeze up.

John Doe with a knife still spooks me though it's real life horror.

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A blog post I made for some of the merch I found interesting for John Doe but most is on Etsy and are keychains or stickers.

Or just artworks from artists but the plushies are more on my radar.

Now I just need John Doe's fake human form next.

A blog about obscurity stuff, plushies and food. on Tumblr - #Etsy Handmade Plush

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The artist who made the plush and where you can find it.

asinglepetal on Tumblr

Handmade John Doe Cat Plushie - Etsy

I'm keeping this plush and he's going to be a good study buddy.

[hattiestgal]

u still doin the ask game? if so, then uhhhhh

1 - 7 - 20 - 28 - 29 - 33 - 40 - 55 - 94 - 100

u don't have to answer the ones u don't want to :3

Oh, this is a fun bunch!

1 - The meaning behind my url:

Ok so there's a biiiit of a story to this one. So back when I was far too young to do it, I made a youtube account in the hopes that someday I could post like gaming videos or art or something, and I had just recently gotten this real neat handmade hat that was supposed to look like an inkling from splatoon's hair from one of my best friends, so I decided that I would surround my "brand" around that! I became "the hatted gamer" (real creative, I know), and my channel banner became poorly drawn mspaint art of me with said hat on, which has stuck ever since. I honestly don't even wanna change it at this point, it means a lot to me. As for where I am now, I kinda just stuck with the whole hat idea, and took on the nicknames Hat and Hattie in online spaces. So when I came to make a blog on here- formally transitioned- I wanted to stick to my roots, while also denoting that I was the hattiest of 'em all!

20 - Height:

5'10"! Eventually though, I'm aiming to be at least 2 ft shorter, ehehe

28 - Favorite ice cream?

Mint Chocloate Chip or Cookie Dough! Though, a good 'ol thing of vanilla is just fine!

29 - One insecurity:

I genuinely mean it when I say my ass isn't fat enough

33 - Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?

I haven't, but I certainly wouldn't mind, ehehe

40 - Have you ever been in a fist fight?

I don't think so, nothing serious that I remember at least. I think the most a confrontation has turned into is tackling. (I dunno if I'd be very good at it, lacking consistent depth perception and all...)

Answered 55 and 94 in in a previous ask...

100 - Give us one thing about you that no one knows.

Hmm.... I've nearly died on 3 occasions.

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

Geckonyx aka Naomi Ishii, herpetologist and licker of rocks. Oh, and she can stick to things.

I have no self control so I designed several alternate costumes for Naomi, because I wanted to play with different color schemes and patterns inspired by different kinds of gecko (...and one frog)

And... a couple different variations for her head for each of them, because of my inability to choose between helmet and mask. I like both, I just don't want her to look too much like Spider-Woman. But I think, thanks to Blue Beetle and my emphasizing the round shape, that her masks look pretty distinct from any of the Spider-Women. It's still extremely blatantly Spidery to give a female wallcrawler this kind of mask, even if she doesn't shoot webs, but I think the bulbousness of the lenses and the cutout around her nose really helps shift the vibe.

EDIT: changed her gloves to all be fingerless so she can use her venom.

Closeups and some (a lot of) notes under the cut:

Western Banded Gecko (aka Naomi's first costume):

okay this is the oldest both literally and metatextually lol, I drew this in 2022 when I was first designing everyone, though it's had a minor color modification since then (more rose gold, less pink, but looks basically exactly the same) This one is rougher because I didn't bother redrawing the body for it. I'm only making the neat pics for the designs I haven't made refs for (and Seth's upgraded suit for completion's sake)

(Naomi is 30 by the way. she gets carded a lot.)

So, the western banded gecko. they don't have that much green irl, mostly like cream and pink and maroon, but there are hints of green so I included that because I liked the contrast. also. something i did not realize at the time is that, uh, i don't think... western banded geckos... stick. my excuse is that i am not a herpetologist and I just thought they looked cute and had nice colors. my retroactive excuse for Naomi is that she thought it was funny.

Anyway. This is Naomi's first costume, which she handmade. In-universe, while she is, yes, a herpetologist, she is also... a nerd. wait. she's already a nerd—I mean she likes comic books, cosplaying, lucha and pro-wrestling, not just lizards and rocks. So yes maybe I did purposefully give her a lucha mask to evoke Spider-Man, since she's a wallcrawler, and maybe I did purposefully make her literally a Spider-Man Fan because I thought it was funny, but also in my defense as far as mask design, I have... way too many goggles in my lineup... 😂 I had to have some variety in there. also it seemed like a good workaround for long hair.

The G on her chest is also meant to be a lizard/tail btw. And she made the whole costume herself out of fabric she got from the craft store and like, tights and stuff, so... iridescent mermaid scale spandex, etc. You can see her cosplay skills at play here compared to, for example, Seth's homemade Scratch costume, which, while sleek in its own right, is literally just black sportswear and a motorcycle helmet LOL

the little yellow strap-on shoes. The tights are stirrup tights, that way Naomi has the most important parts of her feet exposed but the tights will still stay put etc etc etc. They're probably a really high denier lol

Why does she really need the stirrup cut to expose the soles of her feet though? Well, since I have her using setae/van der waals forces to cling (vs. my version of peter parker, who has a fullbody electrostatic aura that works by charging his entire body including his clothes), this means... Naomi can't wear shoes or gloves while she sticks... at least, not without special materials. So her outfit is designed with that in mind; fingerless gloves so her fingertips are exposed and easily removable shoes she puts on a carabiner on the back of her waistband:

So practical! It's probably got a snap crotch leotard for the white part too but I didn't bother figuring that out here.

Anywho—upgraded suits.

Blue Tailed Day Gecko (female coloration):

This is the main intended step up I was thinking for her, despite the multiple other suits in this post. Consider this one "canonical" lmao idk what the rest are for i'm just like this.

The G logo on this one is a little smoother in its curves which I could say was on purpose but was kind of just me not really looking at the original when I drew it LOL though it IS supposed to look more like a tail, so that works fine for my purposes. I was originally considering giving her an actual lizard symbol (like the kind that show up if you google "lizard logo" I guess...) but I didn't like the way it looked in my sketches and trying to add little legs just felt too cluttered so I kept it simple. Unfortunately it does look kind of like a maggot or something when it's white like this, but I don't think Naomi would consider that a bad thing 😂

For most of my refs I didn't bother with the sexual dimorphism and stuff while looking for inspiration, but blue-tailed day lizards have like, really strong color dimorphism and I liked both a lot so I wanted to do one for each. So this one is inspired by the female coloration.

I didn't bother trying to recreate the lizard's pattern particularly, mostly focused on colors and vibes and good silhouettes that still evoked the shapes in her handmade costume. The copper spots on her back are based on that lizard's patterning though. But the female blue-tails tend to be pretty green, with a hint of blue, so I went with the blue-green gradient, and then since they have a lot of browns and earth tones I went with the sparkly bronze and the copper colors, and a fun coppery-bronze visor.

Anyway she will probably be a little more muscular by the time she gets a nice suit like this, just from supporting her own body weight (though she doesn't exactly weigh a whole lot and her strength is completely un-augmented so like... can't compare to Seth, whose job it is to leap five feet into the air and lift 5'10" athletes above their head lol) but she's still not exactly a bruiser.

(*edited 11/1 to add texture to green material, since, you know, lizards... scales... etc.)

And something you may be wondering is:

Why a helmet?

Well.

That's why.

Me, sowing by purposefully referencing Spider-Man in my wallcrawler's costume: teehee~

Me, reaping when I realize I can't put lenses on her mask without making her Literally Just Spider-Woman: fuck

I've got my ways though. Obviously. I wanted to keep the almond shape of the lucha silhouette even for the helmets though so I looked at some sentai helmets as reference and I just kinda winged it.

also I like that the visor on this helmet is kind of shaped like a heart 🧡 and also kind of like a butterfly 🦋 it's a good fit for Naomi, who is supposed to be cheerful and cute on top of liking, you know, lizards and bugs and shit.

At the same time I decided to play with variations on the lucha style mask and round bug-eyed lenses that aren't framed, and I do like how those look... I just can't tell if it's too Spider-Man or not. But I like the look so much I think I might use it... maybe she swaps between helmet and mask depending on context and weather.

Very cute... extra shimmery...

Anyway like my scribbly handwriting says, the helmet also serves, well, helmet purposes, to protect Naomi's head if she falls. Which is like, "well why would that even be a problem?" and the answer is simple: Naomi doesn't have super strength and her healing power is technically only "enhanced," generally speaking. Not to burden the Spider-Man comparisons but if you think about silver age and some early bronze age Peter Parker, it's kinda like that. She's tougher than she was before, and heals a little faster, but she can still break her arm if she falls wrong, or get laid up with the flu (though she's probably not quite as flu-prone as Peter, the guy who appears to have caught every flu strain known to man.)

In my head (...badum tss) she uses the helmet outside/high up/if it's cold or in other situations she might need more protection, and the mask is for like, indoors, more cramped spaces, or casual situations that still require her to keep her face hidden but maybe not quite as anonymous. also like, probably talking to people would be easier in the mask since her mouth is free and I didn't exactly put vents or filters on these helmets. (that's how you know they aren't regular materials)

Naomi does have some latent regenerative healing abilities (tied to the gecko theme) but—and I mean this in the most literal way possible: it doesn't work if she loses her head, so a helmet is probably still a good idea. also she won't know about this ability until something needs to grow back so her subconscious suit design would probably not take regeneration into account anyway?

idk i haven't quite worked out how these suits work yet. I know they're programmable matter and some kind of exotic or metamaterial, and in my head I've been thinking about them as similar-ish to the Fantastic Four's unstable molecules, but as far as specifics go, I dunno.

Wait I know one specific.

The white parts on her palms and soles are (some kind of silicon substrate probably?) made with CARBON NANOTUBES in them. This was in my plans already in a vague sense, in that I knew her fancy upgraded suit was going to get rid of the barefoot requirement and specifically allow her to use shoes, but it wasn't until a few days ago in a wiki hole that I realized I could use carbon nanotubes for that. I was just gonna handwave it lol

But basically my thought process for carbon nanotubes was like, gecko/nano tape but... more. I don't think irl gecko tape can support the weight of a grown adult woman, even a small one... (though there is some invention out there that figured out you can actually use van der waals forces to support a human being but they're real bulky)—but it's a neat idea and really what is more superheroic than partial science? and now she can still use her sticking powers without having to take her shoes off.

take that foot fetishists.

Anyway, her shoes aren't strictly climbing shoes (I don't think they're that curved) but I was looking at pics of climbing shoes for inspiration, so that's where the overall shapes and the super smooth soles are from.

(oh also it's cut off there but as I note in the drawing: Naomi's skills are mostly reconnaissance and stealth (despite her extremely vibrant colors), and anything focused on maneuverability, because while she has peak human reflexes, her strength is unimpressive and her healing ability is only mildly enhanced, like I said earlier, so she is not a very good offensive fighter.)

okay next!

Blue Tailed Day Gecko (male coloration):

I Swear To God I didn't do the red and blue on purpose, it literally didn't occur to me until after I had colored it. I just thought the male blue-tails looked cool lmao. But I think it's got enough green tones and so little red that it doesn't really evoke Spidey's red and blue anyway, especially since her visor is blue-black instead of white. So I'm not sweatin' it.

I actually really like how this one came out too. I was having some trouble with incorporating the green but I think this very soft glaucous green works really well. I could almost see this one being a like... slightly more stealth-focused suit... obviously it's still brightly colored and the arms are still pretty light, but the deep colors overall evoke a slightly more nighttime oriented feel for me.

...a blue-tailed night gecko, if you will.

Made this one a little metallic-sparkly but not as glittery as the one with the female coloration. This one has a tiny bit more inspiration from the lizard's actual markings (mostly on the helmet) but is still of course all about clean lines and good silhouettes.

The logo also ended up smaller and slightly different which, IDK why I didn't just copy-paste, but I like how it looks this way anyway so eh. They don't HAVE to be identical.

I don't really know what texture the green should be though. More glitter seems like a bit too much. In my head I'm thinking it might just be a very, very matte, soft texture but surprisingly durable. It's not like it's made of spandex so it can really be pretty much any texture. That's also why it's possible for the helmet to match the fabric color and glitter perfectly 😂 I'd feel bad for any real life costume designer who had to deal with this... lmao

mask version...

I had a terrible realization with this one because I didn't look up pictures of Spider-Woman until afterward and it turns out she has a triangle on her forehead which I had forgotten about LOL but I think it's still different enough. There's some Blue Beetle influence in there that I think helps differentiate it pretty well. Like, okay, if she was a Marvel character I would assume she was a spider-person or some weird cross between Koi Boi and Spider-Woman, but outside of Marvel... I think it's got a good vibe.

pop of contrast with the red knees again. I just think it looks nice and the kneepads let me evoke the bike short-style cut on her homemade costume without actually putting her in shorts.

Pretty similar here for soles, slightly different silhouette but that's about it. palms are the same, white and rubbery but flexible. I imagine her gloves move kind of like a second skin despite being all one piece without any seams. fuck helmet matching, i would REALLY feel bad for an irl costume designer having to make that work in live action.

Here's a better look at the actual palm btw.

and also. her fingertips. ridges from setae already weird enough but not noticeable unless someone looks close or can feel her fingers, and then... the new ability... to shoot modified hairs in the form of hollow needles with which to inject venom.

it's an awful mental image, tbh. lmao. the venom she uses is similar to that of gila monsters or beaded lizards. (not bearded)

Part 2!!!

Northern Spiny Tailed Gecko:

Okay! I'm mixed on this one tbh. lol.

I did this one kind of on a whim cause I saw a pic of one of these lizards and I thought they looked cool, though not really Naomi's like... aesthetic. So I guess this is kind of like... what if Naomi got serious... but still was Naomi LMAO she can't resist the hint of shimmer... (wait that's me.)

I like the way the mask turned out significantly more than the helmet for this one, though I like the spikes on the helmet. But the lenses specifically turned out a lot better imo. I was looking at the actual lizard's weird fucking eyes and was like, how the hell do I evoke that. And then I remembered that, even if this WASN'T made of some kind of unknown unstable molecule or nanomachines or whatever the fuck, you can put patches of different colored foil films on real life motorcycle visors and sunglasses and stuff, so that's basically what I was thinking about there. She still sees out it the same, though with I guess random dots of full spectrum color vs... orange-tinted... LOL

This suit was actually surprisingly hard to do. Turns out doing a completely monochromatic fullbody suit in any color other than black is... difficult, if you want it to actually look good. I did know I wanted it textured at least... but the rest, hard. That's why the white lines are there tbh. It just needed something for visual interest.

The G on this one is segmented/broken up instead of soft curves to fit the slightly edgier look, and also as a reference to geckos' famed ability to detach and grow back their tails. (Naomi doesn't have a tail and she can't detach her limbs but she can do the other part...!)

I gave it spikes to match the spiny appearance of the lizard... wow... so edgy... 😂 Actually it was super odd to do a costume like this in such a pale color, because normally when I do more grim costumes, they feature a lot of black and very vibrant accents like purple or red. (Though I guess the orange color of the lenses here is a bright color...)

Since I've been heavily referencing climbing shoes so much, it made sense to me to put crampons on her shoes. More spikes! I doubt they're super useful but, maybe... I mean. I'm sure they'd make a kick in the balls real killer. oh... hm. I mean obviously this is a weaponized costume, but... is this her weaponized costume? her only chance at offense as a 100 lb wallcrawler... metal spikes.

Assume they are reinforced and framed inside where it's not visible, in this magic superhero costume that doesn't need to follow the laws of tailoring. The angled knee pads are my way of doing knee spikes cause unless you got a full suit of armor that never looks good lmao. They are def hard on the outside though.

Also this whole color scheme and the white on the palms just makes me think of like... sharks... which I guess its fitting.

Anyway this costume was... interesting to work on. It was mostly an experiment, and IDK if she'll ever use it (I say this like I have a story about anyone other than Seth lmfao) because I already have several characters with white, red and black color schemes (though Tama's includes gold) so I didn't want to add yet another, but it was just such a neat looking lizard I couldn't resist.

next!

Lygodactylus williamsi aka the Electric Blue Day Gecko:

I like the color of this one... could not resist adding yet MORE glitter, though I figured the body could be one of those very, very slightly shimmery matte looking deals in contrast to the super heavy flake glitter in the helmet and mask. would film terribly. lmao.

I was briefly judging myself for giving every helmet a different visor for some reason instead of using the same one to save my hand (meanwhile i copy pasted the mask XD) especially since... Naomi is NOT the only one with a helmet (if I keep her helmets at all) but what I realized is that most of her helmets in this lineup still have similar enough visor shapes that it's pretty thematically consistent even though they're all different. I think the tree frog and the spiny gecko helmets, aka the two most experimental costumes here, are the most divergent, but they still have like... the rough overall vibe of curves and heart shapes. but this electric blue helmet fits very neatly in with the blue-tailed helmets, so I like that. I could see this one slotting very neatly in with the blue-tailed day gecko suits as a set.

Which, importantly, means I probably don't have to worry about TJ's helmet when I get to him, especially since his is going to be significantly more influenced by Power Rangers and super sentai stuff... I'll probably give him a way weirder visor shape.

Anyway, this suit was another case of monochrome making my life difficult but you know what makes everything look better? Gradients. Lmao. and more shimmers. I just like sparkles, and I liked the idea of leaning into Naomi having a consistent aesthetic as far as being colorful and sparkly, even when it's toned down. (right, "toned down," as if the helmet accompanying it isn't extremely over the top lmao)

In my head the material on her gloves and shoe soles is like... a really sticky-looking (but not—well. it is sticky but it's not wet) kind of gummy, rubbery, or like... jelly almost? but like. on an opaque base cause her hands and feet are in there. like... one of those translucent rubber ducks...

(*edit 11/1 added texture to this one as well)

Attempts Were Made...

I considered making a version based on the female coloration of this lizard, as a counterpart, but my hand hurts after spending three days on drawing superhero costumes...lol. if I do draw a counterpart like that, I think it would be a mix of rose gold/copper and a shimmery iridescent gold-green, I think... either a front-to-back gradient or with side panels. or even like... almost like those tinted holographic fabrics...

anyway

Red Eyed Tree Frog:

Okay this isn't a gecko but it occurred to me while I was taking a break yesterday and it sounded fun... It's not technically on theme since her vigilante/hero/whatever name is literally Geckonyx lmao but it is on theme in that she probably likes frogs, aside from obviously being a wallcrawler.

Also when I realized I could make her helmet for this one look like an alien... bro. how could i RESIST?! I think this is by far the cutest helmet I have drawn, ever.

Unlike the other costumes, but similarly to the electric blue costume, this one has the back and front of the hand all the same material (does that mean she can stick with the backs of her knuckles in this suit???)

As far as styling goes, this one was very straightforward since it's pretty obviously literally just the exact pattern on a red eyed tree frog (well, plus the rubber G) lol — this is also the One where I started to figure out her mask, and that's because frogs have big round eyes. I copy pasted the mask from this one to all the others lol.

also came very close to looking like Seahawks colors (lol) but thankfully the cool base I used for the metallic blue drew it away from that a little, on top of being a little lighter than the navy they use. (plus the blood orange/scarlet accents)

rubbery texture on the shoes again for sure... not so sure about the green though... like is it also rubbery... like un-laminated neoprene?? pleathery/leather-like texture? idk. not shiny spandex, i know that much.

texture: skin?

ANYWAY

That's it!! IDK why I felt the need to design four extra suits for Naomi on top of her upgrade, but it's fun to think about all the gecko colors... who knows, maybe she needs a variety... every wallcrawler needs a stealth suit. and. a bunch of other ones. duh.

UPDATE: realized I still need the full gloves for certain situations—luckily, when I did the fingerless gloves, I just drew fingers on top of the full gloves in a separate folder, so i still have all of them lol.

Considering the lizard theming there is something strangely fitting about Naomi being able to switch between helmet and mask, full glove and fingerless glove, all as needed. Something chameleonic, if you will.

[getsusekaii]

he's not one for tradition when it comes to certain holidays, but yoshida makes the exception today, specifically white day. denji had given him chocolates last month and he wanted to return the favor, it was the only batch he had made the previous night after looking up a recipe online. he already knows the captured hearts of high school girls will warrant ire since denji is the only one receiving chocolates from him, but he didn't care for anyone but the blonde. the handmade package is carefully grapsed in his hand as he enters the classroom. there's a smirk on his lips as he makes his way towards denji. the very act of giving these box of chocolates is a response in itself, unspoken between the two, of the feelings he wishes to quell into the pits of the ocean. yoshida's smile is something to be put on a museum, displayed by the lourve. it was the softest of sunrises as he tells the other,❛ happy white day, denji. ❜ he reveals the white box with a neat red bow on it as to keep the aesthetics. yoshida wouldn't say that he stayed up a little bit longer than usual, but he knows how denji would react. he would call him a sap for it, but he didn't really care. ❛ if you give it to anyone else, i won't go out with you for a week.❜ it's questionable things that would make people raise their brows but it just meant he wouldn't treat him out after their tutor sessions. ❛ want me to feed you ?❜ he doesn't care for the lingering stares, the girls that might find him princely even though he rarely opens up. yoshida doesn't make any motions to leave but instead he pulls up a chair. he would rather be a background character, but he knows he stands out among the crowd. the truth is his attention could only be denji's. ❛ is that a blush i see ?❜ the teasing continues.

ever since the events of the past summer, something about denji's relationship with yoshida had changed. where they were merely friends before, there was something fundamentally different in the way they treated one another denji can't put his finger on quite yet. it's what drove him to compulsively give him chocolate on valentine's day. he hadn't expected anything in return, in fact he'd kind of forgotten about white day as a whole; that is until he hears a murmur amongst the classroom. the chicks were getting excited about something, which grabs denji's attention quick, and has him looking at yoshida as he smoothly approaches him.

it shouldn't be a surprise, the duo were always seen together. however with the mix of unfamiliar feelings, and the gift denji quickly catches sight of, this — this was new.

right, it was white day; denji's eyes flit nervously to the stares around them. yoshida's fangirls were all in a mix of awe, jealousy, surprise; but denji can't seem to focus on it for too long. yoshida's voice brings his attention back to him, a soft stammer to his insistence of not sharing with anyone else. denji wouldn't admit how it made his heart skip an important beat, the blood rushing fast to his cheeks and dusting them in a light red. though he gains a sense of himself back when he says he won't go out with him for a week.

( the odd stares only increased; go out with denji for a week? what was yoshida saying? )

“d-don' say stuff like that, you sap. people're gunna get th' wrong idea,” he hisses, watching yoshida. this guy loved to rile him up; get his blood rushing, make his stomach flip, and his feelings feel so out of wack for something that felt so right. wedging his bottom lip between his teeth, he doesn't give an answer to yoshida asking to feed him. he's going to do it anyways, right? he has been feeding him a lot lately, and denji hasn't rejected him. why start now? he pouts, frowning as he takes a seat next to him, teasing him about the state of his emotions as always. “i ain't blushin'! sheesh... are ya gunna feed me or no? i'mma just take one for myself,” he huffs while opening the box.

he stuck a piece in his mouth, and immediately his face changed from mild annoyance to pure surprise and delight. “oh..., these are good,” denji whispers licking his fingers of the remaining sweet.

white day › unprompted <3

[whenthechickencry]

Valentine's Day Letters

Released between EP6 and EP7

Oh, you get choices, lmfao. Lets go with Mammon I guess.

Well ok I expected something to do with Ange but that's okay, I will go in order then I guess.

They are all mostly variations of the same thing, an offer of chocolate with some lines representing the sin they represent. Now we move with... Anyways, hello 556.

Oh okay, rip, jeez.

Beatrice has caused Chocolate to be BANNED.

Now for...

Gertrude has a kitty :3

Chocolate terrorism is a good gag haha, I notice Cornelia speaks a bit more formally than Gertrude, which is certainly not really a character detail I had caught before reading her story, which is neat.

Oh haha, the game mentions it right after.

Haha, her team forces Dlanor to act more professionally.

Oh, I wasn't expecting you two here.

Makes sense they are really into it, though.

Now we get to the main event!

Beatrice engages in more chocolate terrorism and gives Battler a piece of chocolate of her own. Beatrice was going to send handmade chocolate even though that is not ALLOWED. Shame on her.

This is post-EP5, though, so Battler happily accepts Beatrice's awkward love.

Why are you surprised about that, Battler, damn. It's a little bit sad that even in this letter the time gap between Ange and Battler is emphasized... Just a little bittersweet reminder of all the time she wasn't able to spend with Battler.

Another cute and short one, just some characterization for a bunch of the fantasy characters + Beatrice and Ange. Some funny gags and some decent characterization.