#unshrink clothes

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HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE GRANDMA!!! GOT UP AT 6 AM TO MAKE THIS!!! TONKS AND PERCY???? MY MAIN REASON FOR HAPPINESS IN THESE DARK TIMES????? PLEASE AND THANK YOU LOVE YOU!!!!

They've been together for almost a year by the time Percy manages to take her on a proper, actual date.

Tonks isn't complaining, or keeping count. Her friends tell about lukewarm date after lukewarm date and doing paperwork and drinking too much coffee with Percy seems better than all of that. He even calls her his girlfriend these days, and she spends more nights than not at his place, it's just that neither of their lifestyles are conductive to candlelit dinners.

Except that for once it's Percy lingering outside of her department lobby waiting for her instead of the other way around. As demanding as the hours are for a junior auror are, Percy's determination to constantly clean up after Crouch's neglect means he's usually in the office both far early and far later than her.

"Hey," she says, glancing around before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He gets so embarrassed that even this is a compromise on his part, but she doesn't mind. A locked closet or office isn't that hard to come by in the ministry, after all, and he'll kiss her properly there.

She thinks that having sex on Crouch's desk would be cathartic for him, but he'd been horrified at the suggestion.

"Did you have press conference today?" she asks, running a quick hand over his chest. He's wearing his nice robes.

He shakes his head then holds out a box that's obviously been shrunk. "Here, um, I asked your roommate to grab this. She said she'd know what you'd want, but if it's not we can make a stop at your apartment first."

"Want for what?" she asks, unshrinking it with a wave of her wand and blinking when she opens it. It's her own clothes, her favorite artfully ripped jeans that she refuses to wear to work, a bodysuit that pulls in her waist like nothing she's seen without magic, and a bra that actually has underwire.

"We're going to dinner. A date. If that's okay?" he finishes nervously.

She has to resist the urge to grab him by his ears and yank him down for a kiss. "Of course it's okay. What's the occasion?"

He shrugs, face flushing red. "No reason."

She doesn't buy that at all, but figures he'll be especially susceptible to spilling after they've engaged in after dinner activities.

[thatstormygeek]

Fatness began to be hated when it was connected to Blackness. Race scientists began to obsess over the supposed excessive fleshiness of Black women, especially—even though these bodily differences were largely invented out of whole cloth. “It is not that fat bodies were first stigmatized and then Black bodies became associated with fatness;” Manne explains. “Rather, Black bodies were first associated with fatness, and then fatness came to be stigmatized soon afterward.” White upper-class women were framed as thin, delicate, and worthy of protection; Black women’s (supposed) fatness made them sturdy and coarse and rationalized their exploitation. What’s striking here is that the advance of “science” actually led to an active, and deliberate, loss of commonsense knowledge and even a loss of an ability to make straightforward observations and inferences. People knew that fat is not linked to appetite and gluttony—and then they forgot. People knew that fat people were attractive, and then they erased the knowledge.

[jimblejamblewritings]

yes, i’m a squib | part 16.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Cedric had no more luck with the clue, telling you such, the next morning as you two walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. You went your separate ways so you could sit at the Gryffindor table. Owls came in as breakfast started. Almost every student looked a bit confused as all the owls seemed to be dropping off either thick letters or full on packages. Your owl came by with a little box. You opened it to find a box full of what looked like very elegant doll clothing. There was a letter with it.

Poppet,

I went back to our old house. Surprisingly no one lives there, not even muggles, it’s amazing. Your mum had these still there. You don’t have to pick these but I thought it might make your shopping easier. Kreacher can unshrink them when you choose. I thought it was better than sending them full-sized. Love you.

Dad

You were more confused at the letter than the tiny box of doll clothes. Your confusion didn’t last long because it was replaced with laughter as Ron made a sound of absolute disgust. His package brought the ugliest patterned cloak you had ever seen. He went over to Ginny who claimed that their mom couldn’t have possibly meant that to be for her. Hermione reached into the box and pulled out a card.

“Ronald! They’re meant for you,” her giggling made the whole Gryffindor table laugh even harder. “They’re dress robes.”

Ron balled up the fabric and threw it back in the box. “Dress robes? Dress robes for what?”

You stood up from the table. “Well, let me know when you figure it out but I’ve got Potions class to attend.”

Harry looked up from his cereal. “You normally go back to your common room.”

“We’re brewing the potion today and I’m going to set up the classroom early.”

“Do you want me to walk with you?”

You had to tell yourself to not smile too widely. Harry was just walking you to class the same way he always did. It was just a different location he was walking you from. He didn’t actually wait for you to answer, getting up from the table to walk with you. You bid your goodbyes and told him you would see him in Defense Against the Dark Arts.    

Harry was shocked to see you in Transfiguration about halfway through the class instead of in Potions. You were confused at seeing all of Gryffindor there and the Transfiguration classroom empty of chairs and desks. Professor McGonagall extended a hand to you.

“Oh good, Ms. Black, you’re here.”

“Sorry, Professor Snape sai— I had to finish the felix felicis lesson, the brewing was today.”

“Right. Hufflepuff’s time doesn’t work with your schedule— your classes make it kind of hard, so I offered to take you with the Gryffindors, now hurry and sit.”

You took a seat next to Hermione and Pavarti, noting that girls and boys were on benches on opposite sides of the room.

“You all will notice the schedule changes for the next few weeks. That is because we have a special event. Between the first and second task is the most exciting Yule Ball! Not only is it tradition but it’s a chance for you students to properly socialize with our foreign friends. The Ball is open to fourth years and above however, you are allowed to take a younger student as a date. Your parents are all aware that if you are going home for Christmas it won’t be till late. The ball starts at eight and ends a bit past midnight.”

Mr. Filch came in with a very large record player. He fiddled with it while McGonagall kept giving instructions. You knew that Gryffindors were rowdy but she spent more time scolding them than actually explaining the Yule Ball. Hufflepuff was definitely a more chill and quiet scene. After telling them all that she will not tolerate silly behavior because you were meant to be dignified students and not a band of babbling baboons, McGonagall asked for volunteers. No one raised a hand. She looked around the room.

“Children, come on. Inside every girl is a graceful swan wanting to fly. Every boy has a proud lion waiting to leap. Now a volunteer, please… Mr. Weasley, Ronald.”

You hid a snicker behind your hand as Ron looked so confused when McGonagall told him to put his hand on her waist. It was the most awkward thing you had seen and no one seemed to learn from any of the instructions. McGonagall called a different volunteer— Neville being nice enough to stand up. His dancing under McGonagall’s guidance didn’t seem to give anyone any more clarity than when she was dancing with Ron.You stood up and stomped to the middle of the room. Replacing Professor McGonagall, you grabbed Neville’s hands. The boys snorted at how he became suddenly flustered at your directness.  

“Oh for heaven’s sake, it’s not that hard,” you said to the entire room before addressing Neville. “It’s just a box on the floor.”

“What about the moving part?”

“Everywhere that isn’t the box… is stinksap puddles and we must avoid them at all costs.”

Neville understood that and began to balance more on the balls of his feet to keep himself light. You scrunched up your nose with a smile.

“Neville, you’re supposed to lead.”

“Right.”

He began to do the box move and you followed. Professor McGonagall clapped and told everyone this is what they should be doing. With less embarrassment now that you and Neville were spinning around, everyone began to partner up. You chuckled when you watched Harry look around confused, still sitting on the bench. Neville gave you a cute dip and let you go, finding a new partner to dance with. You stood in front of him.

“You seem lost, Mr. Potter.”

“More boys than girls in Gryffindor and I have two left feet so I figured everyone else should have a chance.”

“Well lucky for you, there is a single Hufflepuff here to provide service.”

“I’m serious about the two left feet.”

Harry took your hands and it was apparent that he wasn’t joking. You had to move quickly to avoid him stepping on your toes. Harry was looking down the entire time— not that it helped much. You held in a laugh because you were thinking that you finally found something Harry wasn’t good at and didn’t seem to get on sheer luck alone. You stopped him after he did actually step on your toes.

“How is taking off my glasses going to help… they look good on you, I think, can’t see too—”

“Harry, feel the music. I want you to feel yourself leading me.”

“But if you’re the on—”

“I’m still following, I’m only doing the steps that are following. You still have to lead… look, you’re already getting better.”

“I feel like I’m getting worse actually.”

He wasn’t but you were also greatly exaggerating his improvement. You weren’t sure if there was enough time between now and the ball for Harry to learn how to be a good dancer— he’d be lucky for decent at this point. The Yule Ball didn’t just drum up McGonagall’s interest in teaching dance class. It drummed up interest for all three schools.

Aside from first years and second years who were sure they weren’t getting asked at all, everyone else put their names down for staying at Hogwarts over the winter break. At first you were really excited for the Yule Ball, the closer it got the less you liked it. You had been rifling through your mother’s dresses that Sirius had sent, asking for advice from your house-elf and your cat. The dress wasn’t the problem. You would make some modifications once you picked. The problem was your lack of date. Just because you were allowed to the Yule Ball without one since you were in fourth year, didn’t mean that you wanted to be the only girl without a date. But you got farther and farther away from the ball’s announcement and closer to the actual day— still dateless.

Fleur, who was in Alchemy, was going on about Roger Davies asking her. She and the other Beauxbatons students in the class asked you what he was like when everyone started to pack up and leave. They wanted the boys out of the classroom before gossiping about them. You told them that you didn’t really know Roger because he was a Ravenclaw. That somehow made them more excited because he was essentially a mystery. One of the girls asked you about your dates and that was when you found out that they had all already been asked— about an even split between Hogwarts and Durmstrang boys asking. You tried not to make it awkward as you had to reveal that you hadn’t got asked yet. When you saw their smiles start to drop a little, you quickly made up a lie that you also hadn’t been anywhere but your room and class.

The girls started giggling saying that if you don’t learn to leave Alchemy class, no boy will know where you are to ask you out. You laughed along with them, happy to keep them in a cheerful state of gossip. But the minute you parted ways, you were frowning again. A Durmstrang boy kindly felt the need to tell you that he wasn’t even going to look at you— the squib wasn’t even the worst part, now it was the banshee bit. You were trying not to let it get to you that a lot of people potentially thought that. Being friends with you was one thing but risking Rita Skeeter labeling them as the half banshee squib’s date or the half banshee squib’s boyfriend was a form of social suicide. You pushed away the thought as you sat in the outdoor corridor, waiting for the rest of the Quartet to get out of their Charms class. You could already hear Harry.

“Why do they have to move in packs? How are you supposed to ask one of th— hey, (Y/N). How was Alchemy?”

“The same struggle as ever.” You hopped down from the ledge and the four of you began to walk to the Great Hall.

Harry put his wand back in his cloak pocket. “Well, I think I’d rather turn iron to gold than get a date.”

Ron clapped him on the back. “Mate, you just got first place in the first task. You’re a tournament champion, girls are going to be queuing up to go with you.”

Just as Ron finished, a girl from your House came up to you guys. Catherine gave you a wave and then abruptly asked Harry out. Out of instinct almost, Harry said no. Catherine walked off disappointed but appreciated that he got it out of the way instead of leading her on— now she had time to find a new date. Ron shoved Harry in the shoulder and even Hermione looked at him.

“She was very pretty,” she stated what you were all thinking.

“And a foot taller than me, what if she wants to wear heels?”

“Harry, are you really going to let a girl’s height stop you from going with the Ball to them?”

“Yes,” he said with no hesitation. “Not too tall, like (Y/N).”

You blinked in surprise but then stopped yourself. He would have easily said Hermione if she hadn’t grown a bit this year and ever so slightly passed him. You cleared your throat.

“Isn’t Cho taller than me? Aren’t you going to ask her?”

“If I can ever work up the courage to. But she’s not too tall. I just don’t want to feel like an elf because a girl wanted to wear heels.”

“What if she wants seven inch heels?”

Ron scoffed. “Do you girls actually wear that? That’s just ridiculous. Everyone already knows your real height. What’s next, padding? As if we haven’t seen you in school all day.”

You and Hermione looked at each other and laughed. She simply sighed as she moved to walk next to you.

“You boys are absolutely clueless.”

“It’s just obvious.”

“No it’s not. Millicent’s been doing it all year and all you boys do is stare and compliment her.”

They both stopped walking. “Wait, what?”

“Have you guys never noticed she suddenly is a B cup at weekend breakfast?” you asked.

“B Cup?”

“Merlin’s Beard, never mind. Clueless.” You and Hermione walked a little ahead of them. “Anyway, it looks good. I’m tempted to ask her where she gets them.”

“I think she said her mum’s a tailor.”

“They’re custom? Lucky, maybe I co— how am I supposed to buy it without my dad knowing?”

“Don’t you have separate accounts?”

“Yes, but he gets all the statements. He’s trying to be the responsible parent and watch over my finances for me so I don’t have to deal with bank hassle. I’m not explaining to my dad that some outfits look better with padded bras.”

Hermione laughed. “That would be an absolute nightmare!”

“I’ll still ask Millicent later. You know all the girls in Alchemy also couldn’t stop gossiping about Viktor asking Library Girl to the Ball.”

Hermione blushed. “He was very sweet about it, there was a flower and everything.”

“‘Mione, you are not only the smartest witch in this school but officially the coolest.”  

She rolled her eyes but laughed and smiled at your compliment. You guys entered the Hall which wasn’t serving food but was actually Study Hall at the moment. Classes were ending but professors saw it as piling up homework and tests to make up for all the missing time with the tournament. You and Hermione knew how to keep your heads buried in your books as you talked so Snape wouldn’t smack you in the head with a parchment scroll like he had been doing to so many students. Ron and Harry either hadn’t figured it out or weren’t trying at all. You flipped to a new page from the library book you checked out, taking notes in your notebook about salt properties for your Alchemy project.

“You know,” you said as you scribbled. “Hagrid’s going with Madame Maxine to the Ball.”

Ron’s mouth dropped. “Hagrid?”

“Yep, he’s chaperoning. Fleur was talking about it earlier. He asked Madame this morning right as she exited their carriage.”

“Great, even Hagrid has a date and we don’t.”

George butted in. “Because you’re a loser.”

“Well, who are you going with then?”

Fred smiled. You all watched him scrunch up a piece of paper into a ball and toss it so it hit Angelina Johnson in the back of the head. She turned around annoyed. In amazement, her frown turned into a smile as Fred did charades to ask her. Ron sunk in his seat when she actually said yes. Fred and George laughed as they packed up their books and left with Lee and Angelina. Ron sighed.

“Harry, you’ve got to ask Cho like now… and I’ve just got to ask someone.”

“I’ll do it tonight.”

You snorted and flipped a page, frowning as the information on salt properties ended rather abruptly. You pulled out a different book. The lack of proper information in a single book at a time was starting to irritate you. You were beginning to think that was also the real reason that Alchemy seemed so difficult. Deciding against starting a new reading, you decide to just go over your notes and make improvements to your project idea.

“Ron, you will be fine. It’s just a dance. Why does it matter so much?” Hermione asked. You nodded in agreement— not knowing if anyone saw because you had your eyes cast down on your notes.

“Because this is officially determining our social lives right now, in front of foreign students. You can’t say anything, ‘Mione. You have a date.”

“And if I didn’t?”

“Well that’s just worse. It’s one thing if a guy doesn’t go with someone but for girls that’s just sad.”

“That’s not true.”  

“What? It’s completely true, that’s all I hear you all gossiping about in all my classes.”

You closed your notebook tightly. The thing slammed shut even though you were trying for it not to make a sound. Ron and Harry look confused. Hermione threw her closed inkpot at Ron with a grimace on her face. You pulled your pullover sleeve over your thumb and began to dab at your eyes, trying not let any tears actually fall.  

“Ronald!” Hermione whisper-yelled. “(Y/N), hasn’t been asked… yet, of course.”

“She hasn’t? You haven’t?”

You stood up and moved from Gryffindor table to Hufflepuff— Hermione threw another object at Ron as you did. Without missing a beat, Cedric slid a textbook underneath your head before you could actually slam it against the table.

“You’re getting scarily good at that,” you mumbled.

He chuckled. “It’s easy to tell when you’re about to try and give yourself brain damage. You toss your head back first, a little dramatic with it.”

You groaned and hit the textbook again. Cedric watched you with a raised brow before closing his notebook. You didn’t get up yet. He waited, leaning on the table with an elbow but you still didn’t lift your head. Cedric poked at your shoulder twice and you finally looked at him. The joking smile and sarcastic quip he had for you disappeared as he saw the frown on your face. You also gave up hiding the tears because you thought you were going to be pressed against a textbook the entire time.

“I’m going to be the only one without a date.”

“Your friends?”

“Hermione got asked, Neville’s going with Ginny, the twins have dates, Harry is asking Cho, Ron’s going to get one by the end of the night. And I very well can’t ask Draco.”

“Harry’s asking Cho, when?”

“Tonight, probably a few hours.”

“Tonight? I was going to ask her tomorrow.”

You slammed your head against the textbook again. Cedric mumbled a sorry. He poked your shoulder again. You didn’t even let him get a second poke in, choosing to just lift your head at the first prodding.

“I know this isn’t making you cry. Is there someone you wanted to ask you?”

“No,” you said a bit too quickly.

“I don’t believe that.”

“It doesn’t even matter.”

“If you’re crying it do—”

“I’m not crying because of that. It’s not just about if I wanted someone to ask me, I’m not getting anyone.”

“(Y/N).”

“It’s true.”

You stood up from the table, causing your quill to roll off when your hand pushed it. Cedric just blinked as you walked around to the other side to retrieve it because that wasn’t what he was expecting. From the Gryffindor table, Hermione, Ron, and Harry watched you stand up. You were wiping at your eyes. It wasn’t doing any good, they had been watching the entire time and already saw the crying. Now that you were standing up on the table side closest to them, they could hear your conversation better because both you and Cedric were now a little louder.

“I had half of Durmstrang turn me down when I so much as walked past them on the way to Herbology last week. You know I had to listen to Fleur go on this morning about Roger Davies asking her four days ago. He asked me six days ago before breakfast because he thought I was kind of cool after hearing about the felix felicis. Kreacher and I spent all morning modifying my mom’s dress because I was excited. I had three I was going back and forth on and then we just bit the bullet and went with the one that fit Ravenclaw’s house, had the perfect jewelry too. And then Roger Davies cancelled before lunch because his entire family— I mean everyone, extended included— wrote him letters when he told them that he got a date and they said anyone but me. ”

“That’s absolutely ridiculous. All those boys are idiots.” Cedric crossed his arms.

“I would say I know but I don’t feel like relying on my own self-confidence right now. It just i— no one wants to be forced to dance with me all night and risk getting their picture taken by Rita Skeeter.”

“You’re crying because Rita Skeeter is morbidly fascinated by you?”

“It’s not because of Rita!” You dropped your school bag. “It’s because of what she published.”

“How is it not because of that woman?”

“Because she only published what people already see as the truth. They all agree with her! Who wants to ask me, Cedric? No one wants to go with the love child of the two biggest disgraces of the wizard world. That woman really has a way with words, doesn’t she?”

“They let her publish that?” Cedric’s jaw dropped— so did the rest of the Golden Quartet at their table.

“Actually she published that I’m ‘a tragically brilliant love child of the two biggest disgraces of the wizard world, Merlin couldn’t have created a more perfect and contemptible amalgamation if he tried’. I suppose I should be thankful she did mention I’m smart.”

“She said that?!”

“And every boy has made it clear that they agree or their family does. No one wants their date to the Yule Ball to be the half-banshee squib.”

“That’s not true. I would love to take you, (Y/N).”

“You just wanted to ask C— you don’t want to really ask me, it’s fine,” you hiccuped.

“(Y/N), I do wa—”

“I-I don’t need a pity date, I’m just not going any more. I’m going to ask my dad if I can come home for Christmas.”

“Le—”

“I just want to be alone right now, my order for my… Bubble Lilies for alchem… where are the syringes for the flowe…  I had them right in this po—” You rifled through your school bag that was still on the floor. You stood up after quickly digging through the bag with no luck. “Of course, nothing is going right!”

Cedric stood up from the table, not liking you seem this distressed. He didn’t get the chance to leave his seat and actually walk around to the other side of the table because you picked the bag up off of the floor and adjusted it. You wiped at your face with your sleeves one more time and scratched at your hair.

“I guess I’ll just play with Padfoot instead.”

You kept your head down and briskly walked— almost ran— out of the Hall. Cedric looked over at Ron, Hermione, and Harry. None of them really knew what to say. He decided to be the one to get you and left before anyone could do anything else. One thing he knew for certain is that you lied about playing with your cat. Maybe you went to get Padfoot but you were definitely in a greenhouse, surrounded by plants.

Greenhouse number four was the smallest out of the nine greenhouses on campus. There was a greenhouse for each year to keep certain plants separate from others when teaching the curriculum. Two were for storage but Professor Sprout had let you take the smallest one as a personal. When she found out that the Alchemy you chose to focus on was the plant-based Spagyric, she declared you needed a good workspace of your own. No one knew it was yours. There was nothing to indicate such. You had asked Professor Flitwick to Charm it so that no one could really see through the glass on the outside and see if you were in there. Of course, you could still see the outside and the plants still got all of their sunlight.

You took off your cloak because the greenhouses were kept nice and warm for the plants. You looked at the bubble lilies that were sitting under a dome filled with water. You were supposed to run your first experiment on them, thinking that you could extract the nectar with a syringe to preserve its integrity. You bought the biggest syringes first because you wanted to know exactly what size needle could be used without bursting the plant’s bubble. But because you couldn’t find them, you moved to check on your other plants. The Flutterby bush was starting to bud. You checked your plant journal that stayed almost permanently in greenhouse four.

The buds were approximately 4% larger than last week’s growth when you finished doing your measurements which was a bit concerning because they should’ve been at 6% growth in order to stay on schedule. There was a chance they could make up the difference later, it was only a 2% difference. But if they didn’t, the sixth and seventh year potion classes wouldn’t have fresh Flutterby petals for the Amortentia potion. Dried was good enough especially for the sixth years who were mainly learning the theory of it. But seventh years should have fresh ones, the best for practical brewing.

You finished taking measurements of all plants that needed to be monitored with exact recordings. After closing the book, you grabbed your wiggentree from its prime location and set it on the big square table in the middle of the greenhouse. You pulled out a sketchpad from your bag and sat on the stool. Drawing wasn’t something you paid much attention to when you were younger. But after getting serious during the spring of third year, you took lessons all the way until fourth year started. Being able to draw plants was a crucial part of Herbology for identification amongst other things. You turned the pad to face your wiggentree.

“What do you think? If the entire storefront was glass… I like it too.”

Of course the plant wasn’t speaking back. But you did feel a bit of joy when you saw a leaf wiggle. Whether a wiggle of agreement or disagreement, you weren’t sure. Plant language was completely different from animal language— which only got easier since becoming an Animagus gave you that power almost by default as a side effect. You had only learned how to detect a plant’s deliberate movement; but, had yet to start deciphering what the deliberate movements meant. You looked up when you heard the door’s bottom hinge creak— you forgot you meant to ask Filch to oil it before the snow started messing with it. Cedric walked in very deliberately when you didn’t say anything but when back to your sketching of your store that still didn’t have a name.

“I looked through all nine greenhouses trying to find you, I almost thought you weren’t here.”

You didn’t say anything, even with Cedric now standing right next to you. His hands had been behind his back the entire time. You only stopped shading the roof and looked at him when you ran out of your pot of light blue ink. The older boy looked down at the sketch with relief on his face.

“I was going to get you flowers like everyone’s been doing but you kind of grow them all, so I went to the quill shop in Hogsmeade.”

You smiled despite not wanting to when he revealed the tiny bouquet made of quills and ink pots instead of flowers and leaves. Cedric set the supply bouquet on the table. He leaned over as you continued to sit on the stool, practically trapping you in. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

“Your face lit up when you talked about modifying your mom’s dress. I want to see you enjoy that feeling,” he started. “Every boy is a complete dunce for not asking you. And Roger Davies is a git for actually getting the chance and throwing it away. It’s not a pity date. It’s called being lucky enough to go to the dance with arguably the most brilliant witch out of all three schools here. (Y/N), will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Okay,” you whispered as you nodded your head. Cedric was flush against the stool as he gave you a hug.

(Part 17)...

[malemacrofics]

Being Alistair's Husband (and Also Occasionally Toy)

Summary: A smuttier continuation of this post

Content: Smut, sizeplay, Foot and sweat kinks

Some nights the two of you would experiment in the bedroom. You shrinking down, and Alistair using you for whatever purposes he needed. Your favorite thing he did, even if it was initially an accident, was when he though he lost you in the sheets. Little did he realize, you were trapped in his underwear, right against his balls.

Alistair also had his own fun with it. It turns out there is something about having your tiny hands rub his feet after he's had a long and stressful day that just washes all the tension awway from him.

You had told him time and time again that, if he wanted a foot rub, it'd be easier and quicker if you were at your normal height. But he always just said that something about you that small made them nicer, so you continued to be small when he asked for one.

Once he got more aware and used to your durability, he'd even place you on his person in different places. His personal favorite was to put you in his boot if he had to sit on the throne. Feeling you massage of feet, or him playing with you using his toes helped stave off boredom.

You two were still careful. Anytime you felt you were in genuine danger, you were able to send a telepathic message to him using a simple spell. Although you two never used it for regular communication since you thought not being able to easily talk to him made it slightly hotter.

You regularly joined him when he was bathing. When he laid naked in the hot water, you were usually shrunken and sitting on his shoulders, or even full size and sitting near him, having a conversation. However, one time you had the idea of shrinking down and him using you as his cloth.

He was hesitant, as he usually is when trying new things, but still agreed. He initially just used you to rub his chest and arms. However when you told him you wanted to be used as a proper cloth, he agreed.

He rubbed you along his sweaty feet, through his armpits, even standing in the tub so he could rub you along his cock and balls. Once the bath was over and he dried the two of you off, he carried you to the bed chambers, had you unshrink, and the two of you had the best sex of your marriage until that point.

He confessed that he wasn't initially into it, but having your tiny body squirming against his dirtiest body parts was insanely hot. In all honesty, you fully agreed.

Alistair had some of his clothing altered after that occasion. Adding a few extra strips of cloth to his armpits and underwear. The castle's tailors thought it was a very strange request, but did as their lord told them. Little did they know, it was so he could tie you into his clothing wherever he wants. If he wanted to have you tucked into his armpit, he could. Or if he wanted you under his balls, that's where you spent the day.

He still valued your input and treated you as a person when you were full height, and you didn't shrink every day. But on those special occasions where he talked you into it, the two of you had an absolute blast together.

[imaginesmatsu]

the guys but they have been Shrink Rayed™

osomatsu would enjoy that his life is Easier and would probably not want to be unshrinked. (unshrunk?) would enjoy being fed Lots Of Foods especially since he's like, maybe half a foot tall. would like to be held and ride on your shoulders. be careful because he Will try to climb in your shirt

karamatsu would enjoy you taking care of him, but would probably want to be turned back ASAP because he likes taking care of you. will enjoy being fed small slices of cheese and grapes and crackers. also likes to be held, but he also likes that when he isnt tinymatsu so. e. he will sleep on your chest at night or against your neck

choromatsu does Not like being tiny. (but as he looks at his idol figurines....... maybe he will stay like that. for a Little bit.) will want to be changed back asap unless you want to go to an idol concert in 3 days and sneak him inside. doesnt like being held but does like to have his meals with his figurines. will want you to make him his own tiny bed (which i personally would use a tissue box because Ha Ha Funny)

ichimatsu loves and hates it - loves it because it is so much more fun to snuggle with his cat friends...but hates it because he feels like much more of a burden now that you have to constantly watch over him. (he'd rather you check on him like a goldfish rather than a baby.) ...he will lay on your chest if you're taking a nap, but will deny it ever having happened if you catch him in the act

jyushimatsu would love it. put him in a hamster wheel or ball and just Let Him Go. or like hook the wheel up to a manual power generator and charge your phone or somethin lol. would probably get sad that he can't play baseball, but it's a free pool day everyday in the sink until he's changed back! will sleep curled up against your neck for the warmth, and would probably fall in love x100000000 if you let him fly on a kite

todomatsu would like it.....if you bought him some little fashion doll clothes to try on. and also took pictures of him for social media. and helped him with the lighting and his make-up and and and... you get the gist. he wont really understand when he gets too overbearing unless you tell him though. will probably sleep on the pillow but not touching you

[pepprs]

post concept: other half of the conversation about seeing you at ____ island, doimg ______ to your partner, etc. like for the “i shrunk your boyfriend” style post like… WHAT???? my boyfriend?? NO i don’t want you to try to unshrink him i’ll just have to give him doll clothes.” etc etc. Or if it’s like “i went to mad at you island and nobody was there” … wel i guess that exists actually like “but what were YOU doing at mad at you island :(“ but yeah there should be that for the bf posts too i think

[jewtea]

i wish i could shrink my clothes and unshrink them so they would fit in my uhm dresser

hi

[theankorwoman]

Happy Monday Beauties!

I'd like to offer some fashion laundering hacks that could prove useful to you at some point in your life. Check these out:

Lemon Juice Will Remove Armpit Odors.

Spritz a bit of lemon onto the impacted area, and those odors will dissipate.

Unshrink cotton with baby shampoo.

Cotton is one of the easiest fabrics to remedy due to its malleable nature. All you require is some baby shampoo.

Place your garments in a sink or bowl and fill it with lukewarm water.

Add 2 tablespoons of your chosen shampoo or conditioner.

Allow them to soak for 30 minutes.

Lay the clothing flat on a towel, roll it up gently to remove excess moisture. Then, carefully unroll your garment and lay it flat to dry.

Did anyone say hairspray?

Utilize hairspray to eliminate a lipstick stain. Spritz the fabric (ensuring it's not designated for dry cleaning only) with hairspray, allowing it to sit for a few minutes. Dab the stain, then launder as usual.

Soften clothes with white vinegar!

You might find it hard to believe, but you actually don't need fabric softener. Simply add a ¼ cup of white vinegar to the fabric softener dispenser, and you'll enjoy soft clothes without any chemicals. This method also prevents static and leaves your clothes wonderfully soft.

Get rid of pills on your clothing with a razor.

Retrieve one of your razors from the shower along with some masking tape. Proceed slowly to avoid accidentally cutting a hole in your clothing.

1. Launder the garment.

2. Shave the areas with pills.

3. Employ a lint roller or tape to remove the pilling.

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[sparklingcleanpro]

How to Unshrink Your Laundry Clothing

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Step 1: Fill the Basin with Lukewarm Water

The water shouldn’t be too hot, as it can further damage and shrink your clothes.

Step 2: Add Hair Conditioner or Baby Shampoo

Add a generous squirt of hair conditioner or baby shampoo to the water and stir until it’s mixed well.

Step 3: Soak the Clothes

Submerge your shrunk clothing item in the water-conditioner concoction and let it soak for about 30 minutes. This allows the fibers in the clothing to absorb the solution and expand.

Step 4: Rinse and Ring

Gently squeeze the clothing to remove excess water and conditioner. Then rinse it with cool water. Avoid wringing the clothes harshly, as that might stretch the fibers excessively and cause further damage.

Step 5: Roll in a Towel

Lay out a large towel and place the garment flat on it. Roll the towel up with the clothing item inside to absorb the extra moisture. This will lightly press out additional water, making the garment damp rather than soaking.

Step 6: Gently Stretch and Reshape

Unroll the towel and take out the clothes. Now gently stretch the garment and lay it out on a flat surface, reshaping it to its original form. Let it air-dry.

Step 7: Air Dry

Allow the garment to air dry completely without using direct heat or sunlight. Avoid using a dryer, as it can cause the item to shrink again.

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[manwalksintobar]

Children of the Working Class  // John Wieners

to Somes   from incarceration, Taunton State Hospital, 1972   gaunt, ugly deformed   broken from the womb, and horribly shriven at the labor of their forefathers, if you check back   scout around grey before actual time their sordid brains don’t work right, pinched men emaciated, piling up railroad ties and highway ditches blanched women, swollen and crudely numb ered before the dark of dawn   scuttling by candlelight, one not to touch, that is, a signal panic thick peasants after the attitude   at that time of their century, bleak and centrifugal they carry about them, tough disciplines of copper Indianheads.   there are worse, whom you may never see, non-crucial around the spoke, these you do, seldom locked in Taunton State Hospital and other peon work farms drudge from morning until night, abandoned within destitute crevices odd clothes intent on performing some particular task long has been far removed there is no hope, they locked-in key’s; housed of course   and there fed, poorly off sooted, plastic dishes, soiled grimy silver knives and forks, stamped Department of Mental Health spoons but the unshrinkable duties of any society produces its ill-kempt, ignorant and sore idiosyncrasies.   There has never been a man yet, whom no matter how wise can explain how a god, so beautiful he can create the graces of formal gardens, the exquisite twilight sunsets in splendor of elegant toolsmiths, still can yield the horror of   dwarfs, who cannot stand up straight with crushed skulls, diseases on their legs and feet unshaven faces of men and women, worn humped backs, deformed necks, hare lips, obese arms distended rumps, there is not a flame shoots out could ex- tinguish the torch of any liberty’s state infection.   1907, My Mother was born, I am witness t- o the exasperation of gallant human beings at g- od, priestly fathers and Her Highness, Holy Mother the Church persons who felt they were never given a chance, had n- o luck and were flayed at suffering.   They produced children with phobias, manias and depression, they cared little for their own metier, and kept watch upon others, some chance to get ahead   Yes life was hard for them, much more hard than for any blo ated millionaire, who still lives on their hard-earned monies. I feel I shall have to be punished for writing this, that the omniscient god is the rich one, cared little for looks, less for Art, still kept weekly films close for the free dishes and scandal hot. Some how though got cheated in health and upon hearth. I am one of them. I am witness not to Whitman’s vision, but instead the poorhouses, the mad city asylums and re- life worklines. Yes, I am witness not to God’s goodness, but his better or less scorn.

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Really short shorts about shorts

LolietaRound

Summary:

small stories about Alois Trancy's shorts and the many people who think there inappropriate warning shorts shrinking in the wash multiple times.

Notes:

Hey Lolli here to say that i don't own Kuroshitsuji but i do own a pair of short shorts so i am not hateing them

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Laundry Day/Tea Party

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1: Laundry Day

It was laundry day and the Trancy household's servants were systematically doing the washing one room at a time; the only one who seemed to have any problems with the washing was Claude, since he had unknowingly shrunken Alois's 20 pairs of short shorts and was now trying to figure out how he could unshrink them without Alois finding out that he shrunk them. As he walked to his masters room to collect the tiny shorts he heard a scream 'CLAUDE' as Claude heard this instead of walking at a steady pace he ran. When he got to his destination he found his master on the ground his shorts halfway up his legs and tears going down his face 'Claude "sniff" I'm fat I can't fit in my short shorts now "sniff" now I'm going to have to wear what Phantomhive is wearing' finishing off with one last whimper Claude finally opened his mouth to speak 'Your Majesty, you haven't gotten fat your shorts shrunk in the wash, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to wear longer shorts any way' this earned him a glare from Alois and was sent to by him twice as many Short Shorts as Alois had owned to begin with.

2: Tea Party

It was 6:30 in the morning when Claude woke Alois up and handed him his mail for the day along with his Tea and Toast; as he was going through his mail he noticed an invitation from the Phantomhive manor; no doubt this was a product of Ciel's Fiancé and not from Ciel himself; 'Claude, get me my Event Shorts' said the Blond as he continued to sip his tea, Claude sweat dropped as he went through his masters wardrobe in hopes he would actually be able to find a proper pair of pants or shorts that went below the knee and win the bet he had with Sebastian; unfortunately there wasn't a pair of pants or longer shorts in the whole entire wardrobe, just really tiny and inappropriate shorts; as he went through the rest of Alois's clothing he heard a voice behind him, it was Alois 'My Event shorts are the ones with the lace on them' he said with a very amused voice and all Claude could do was groan in annoyance.

At the tea part Claude went up to Sebastian and gave him his pocket watch and sighed "you do realize what this makes your master right?' Sebastian asked and Claude gave him a very wicked glare and answered 'Yes but I don't think he realizes this yet'. Oh how wrong Claude was.

Chapter 2: Ciels Opinion/Finding Out

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3: Ciel's opinion

Alois always did like going over to the phantomhive manor to tease the young earl who lives there but today was different, today Ciel had the gall to make a comment about his oh so sexy booty shorts; even thought Ciel himself dressed like an old lady dressed him. Alois was absolutely astonished with the fact that Claude his own butler had agreed with the Earl Phantomhive, and all Alois could come back with was 'Well at least my shorts don't have a split in them'; yep very insulting, but very effective because his whole household burst out laughing because I was right, Ciel had a massive rip in the backside of his shorts. Yeah that will teach Phantomhive to mess with him.

4: Finding out

It had been a week since Claude had lost the bet to Sebastian about Alois's choice of bottoms and Claude didn't think he would have to worry about Alois finding out about the bet; that was until Alois called him up to his study. 'Phantomhive has informed me that his butler has your pocket watch, might I inquire why he has it?' Alois said trying to be serious but Failing miserably; Claude spent an hour trying to make an except able excuse and was failing so he just did what a butler shouldn't do, he blurted everything out. This infuriated Alois and Claude was put on short shorts duty for three months.

Chapter 3: Not Again/Ciel in Short Shorts

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5: Not Again

It had been three weeks since Alois's shrinking shorts catastrophe, and no one wished it to happen again; but unfortunately no wish comes true in the Trancy Household; Alois had decided to stay at the Phantomhive estate and thus Sebastian had been put in charge of washing the young Trancy's clothing; everything had turned out well; Because why would it be Sebastian was one hell of a Butler after all; until he pull the ridiculously small shorts; they were smaller than they were before he had put them in the wash. As Sebastian turned around he saw a very scared looking rival demon butler, Claude started to mutter 'not Again, why now? Not again' Sebastian could only give Claude a look of disgust; because who in their right mind would be scared of a child. That very next morning Sebastian found out just why you should be scared of Alois when it came to the short shorts.

6: Ciel in short shorts.

The Trancys had left the Estate rather early that morning; in fact Ciel had still been asleep when they left. As usual Sebastian woke him up, opened the curtains, poured some tea, asked him if he wanted scones or toast, told him of his appointments, then he began to dress him; everything was fine, shirt was soft and silky, socks covered all ten of his toes and his garters still held them up, eye patch was in the right place, shoes were shiny, shorts were short; 'Sebastian why are my shorts ridiculously short like Trancy's?' Ciel said in a rather angry voice, Sebastian began to freak out, and began to search his Bochans closets, not one pair of Earl's original shorts remained 'My lord, it appears that the Earl Trancy has switch all your shorts' Sebastian said with a slight smirk, only to receive a glare from the enraged boy. Mean while in the Trancy manor 'Hannah have you seen Claude?' Alois said rather peeved that he couldn't find his butler anywhere.

Chapter 4: Hannahs Thoughts on the Shorts/Ever Wondered What the Triplets are whispering about

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7: Hannah's Thoughts on the Shorts

If only I had gotten to his closet or tried out mind control he wouldn't be wearing them; he would be wearing proper pants or longer shorts, but I didn't and, and oh god why don't you just strike me down now; now he is about to go out visiting in nothing but those shorts; oh hell Claude's glaring at me, Ok Hannah just give him your best 'It isn't my fault he won't wear proper pants look'. Oh god it didn't work. Good bye cruel world."Hannah what are you thinking about so hard?' Claude asked, behind him the three triplets were whispering to themselves; "I was thinking about why I didn't try something to get the young lord to wear proper pants' I answered and with that Claude walked away.

8: Ever wonder what the Triplets are whispering about?

It was morning and the young lord was coming down for breakfast; we had everything set out just the way our master liked it, though he will find something wrong with it and blame it on Hannah; we being as silent as we are, are glade he takes it out on her. Cantebury was the first to notice and whispered 'His shorts have gotten smaller' Thompson nodded in agreement, but it was Timber that said it 'He must be getting desperate for Claude's attention' both Thompson and Cantebury gave him a nod of agreement, Hannah heard and gave them a look of agreement, Claude just smirked.

Chapter 5: Mr. Candy Pants/Phantomhive Conspiracy's about the Shorts

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9: Mr Candy Pants

If there was anything Alois could do better than Ciel; it was stealing. Every day at about 4 o'clock Alois would sneak into the Kitchen and stuff his shorts full of sweets and sneak back out without any of his servants noticing; or so he thought. Claude had gotten quite fed up with Alois stealing sweets from the Kitchen, not only was he going to put on weight; which wouldn't look so good considering the type of pants Alois wore, and the fact that every time he did the washing he found left over sweets in the pockets. So at 4 o'clock Claude waited in the Kitchen for Alois to sneak in; sure enough the little blond boy slowly snuck into the kitchen only to feel something grab his arm; Alois slowly turned around and right there in his face was a rather miffed Claude. From that, day on at 4 o'clock Alois had to sit in the study under the watchful eye of Claude and write "I must not go to the kitchen and steal sweets and leave them in my shorts pockets".

10: Phantomhive Conspiracy's about the shorts

All five of the Phantomhive servants were sitting in the servant's quarters talking 'So do any of you guys know what's up with that Trancy kid's attire?' asked Tanaka before going back to miniature form 'I heard that one of the servants of the Trancy manor had died and before they did, they put a spell on the Trancy household making every pair of pants they own shrink' said Bard trying to act mysterious but failing, the next to try and figure it out was Mayrin, 'I think he's just going through that rebellious stage that boys his age are going through, he must bed rebelling by the way he dresses' she said thoughtfully, Fin was next up 'maybe whenever he goes to get his pants the mix up his measurements' that one sounded more likely, but the one that stunned them all was what Sebastian said 'the truth is Alois is a hoe and Claude is his pimp' and with that they were all silenced.

Chapter 6: Fancy Pants/Shorty Fiasco

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11: Fancy Pants

Alois knew he was going to die someday but this was ridiculous, first of all he was surrounded by the Fruitiest guys he had seen in his life; that's not including the Phantomhive brat and himself (yes he admits it), and they were wielding garden tools; if anything he would survive and then make Claude face this embarrassment; then he remembered something. Claude was struggling to take Alois's shorts off of him 'This is going to take a while' with a couple more yanks Claude gave up 'God be damned it wasn't this hard to take them off when i was getting you ready for bed or baths why the hell are they so hard to get off no?' Claude said huffing and puffing with nothing but anger in his eyes finally Alois said something with his dieing breath 'Rape setting is on you can't take them off of me even when im dead' with that he let out a little laugh. With that last memory seen by the five reapers they all laughed then looked at Grell, 'You have that setting on your pants to, don't you? William asked, only for Grell to turn around and laugh hysterically; the truth was Alois put on his tightest shorts that morning knowing full well that Claude would try to remove them.

12: Shorty Fiasco

Alois knew people were jealous of his creamy white long legs; hell it's why he wore shorts that were so small; but why was the cook of the Phantomhive household giving him sexy time eyes and why was Claude not trying to do anything about it. The cook was really disturbing him; all through the dinner party at the Phantomhive manor Alois had a rather Disturbed look on his face. Ciel had noticed and tried to hide the fact that his cook was into Alois's type and continued to entertain his guests; Sebastian on the other hand was glaring at Claude for doing nothing to prevent what was most likely going to happen; because had Alois been his bocchan he'd be preventing it, ok he lies a bit he would watch the little tart squirm a bit before saving him but that was beside that point, real butlers prevent this kind of thing and not ignore it. By the end of the night Claude could see that Alois was quite disturbed about something, this cause Claude to frown, usually nothing fazed Alois; but Claude just brushed it off. Finally Alois had to do what he dreaded doing all night he had to go by himself to the bathroom, he didn't want to ask anyone to go with him because it wouldn't look to good if he did; slowly he excused himself from the table and left for the nearest restroom, he knew he was being followed; as Alois turned around he could see Ciel 'you do realize that you have a hole in the bottom of your shorts and in the army it is a sign that you are willing to do adult things right?' Ciel asked in a haughty voice; Alois could only stare then he fainted.

Chapter 7: If Shorts could talk/The Aftermath of a Nightmare

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13: If shorts could talk

Alois had just begun to settle for the night and Claude had just blown out the last of the candles: but as soon as Alois had drifted off to dream land the nightmares began. 'Hey Blondie' Alois gave a startled 'Huh' the mysterious voice 'Yeah you down here' Alois looked down and sure enough his shorts were talking to him 'Look Alois was it? Take me off and put decent pants on; because me I'm what you would call a "desperate cry for attention" and you and I both know Claude ain't going to give you what you want; all he wants is the little Blueberry tart who goes by the name of Ciel Phantomhive, and who can blame him anyone would be better then you' and with that the shorts ripped themselves off of Alois's lower half and was about to beat into him until Alois woke up. 'CLAUDE' Alois screeched out 'Get me all my shorts, something very flammable and a match' Alois panted out as he left his bed leaving the poor demon butler confused until he heard the words he thought he would never hear 'I'll teach my shorts who should be wearing them'.

14: The aftermath of a Nightmare

Three Days after the odd occurrence the young lord Trancy had been walking around without any cloths on, when asked 'why?' he would mutter 'even my cloths love Phantomhive' or 'they don't respect me'. It wasn't as if Claude was complaining he didn't mind Alois running around naked; truth be told it amused him, but there was only so much he could take; First it was Alois "Uncle" who commented to one of his associates that he would "do that" if he wasn't his nephew, then it was the Phantomhive cook who said "that he would go there if he was aloud", but the one that got to him the most was that darn butler Sebastian who whispered into Alois's ear 'You and Ciel on me, how about it?' not only did it make Alois Blush but it made Ciel Blush as if he knew what his butler had said; and with that Claude had picked up Alois took him to his room and forced some cloths on him.

Chapter 8: An Accident/Explanation

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15: An Accident

After the Naked incident Alois couldn't help but think of what would have happened if both he and Ciel took Sebastian up on his offer (AN: No not getting any smut on this fanfiction; you want smut go read my other one); even though he was at the royal palace he still wondered aimlessly only thinking of alternative endings to the naked incident; that was until he tripped on something and took a certain Phantomhive butler down with him. Alois sat there for a few minutes just blushing; which is weird because he never got embarrassed around anyone; then out of nowhere a cough was heard, Alois and Sebastian looked up; Alois still Blushing and Sebastian with a smile that said 'if you people weren't here right now this boy would be under me naked and screaming my name'; In sight there stood Ciel quit mad that he hadn't been invited (because Sebastian did clearly state threesome), Claude was pissed off at the fact the Sebastian had both Lords begging for him, the Queen looking quite embarrassed but not looking away (meaning she liked the scene in front of her) and Prince Soma and Agni were there for some unknown reason looking mortified.

16: Explanation

After getting up; cleaning the Queen up because she had A Mayrin style blood nose; both Ciel and Claude demanded an Explanation; Alois Started 'Well I was walking down the hall not paying any mind to where I was going when I tripped up and went to grab something to steady myself, only to grab onto Sebastian and end up taking him down with me'; Ciel looked a little sad because he was hoping it was a bit more saucy then that; Claude on the other hand looked pleased that wasn't going to last very long; Claude walked over to Sebastian with a smirk only to hear ' I just realized that Both Alois and Ciel want me in bed a Blond and a Bluenett nice' and with that Claude lost what was left of his soul as he pictured what would happen.

Chapter 9: What Pluto Did/The Secret revealed

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17: What Pluto did

It shocked everyone that day, it left some people questioning their sexuality and others just asking questions; they started to cast blame on whoever raised the two parties involved it made a certain red haired maid faint from blood loss and another maid angry; it gave the Phantomhive butler some rather smutty ideas and a Trancy Butler some Evil ones; it coursed the only Lady to blush furiously; and the cook to hide the gardeners eyes; it made the Stalker Red haired reaper giggle and Alois Trancy just stare; For what they saw that day; and what Pluto did will never be uttered and kept under wraps.

18: The Secret revealed

Little did everyone know that the incident that they swore not to speak of had been seen by the local gossip reporter; so in the morning news paper that had been delivered to the Phantomhive estate was an Article stating that the Lord Ciel Phantomhive liked to do naughty things with his servants whilst they were wearing the Lord Trancy's signature short shorts.

Notes:

I got my sister to read this and it made her laugh so I hope you are to

Read and Review please and you might get a pair of Alois's shorts :)

[terpia]

I had to google today 'how to unshrink clothes', because like an idiot I threw my mostly wool sweater into the laundry machine and dryer 🙈🙈

[wastelesscrafts]

Have any tips on resizing knit wear? To make it bigger and smaller? Self made and store bought plus different materials?

Resizing knitwear

There's a few methods you could use to resize knitwear, depending on the type of knitwear and the material it's made of. Let's take a look.

Upsizing knitwear:

One thing you could try is to reblock your knitted item. Blocking is a technique to shape knitwear and crochet, and can be used to stretch your item a little. How successful this will be depends on the material your item is made of and how much extra space you need.

(Image source) [ID: four before and after shots of knit swatches being blocked. The swatches are smaller and frumpier before blocking, while they've been stretched and look neater once blocked.]

You can also use the same techniques outlined in my post on how to upsize clothes if you keep a few important things in mind. For example, you can add inserts to a knit item, but you have to take some precautions before cutting into your knitted item to stop it from unravelling. Try to use a yarn with a similar material and weight when adding extra fabric to a knit item: if your yarn is much heavier than the original, this will effect the garment's drape. Using yarns with contradictory care instructions (e.g. adding linen to wool, or adding wool to an item you're used to washing at high temperatures) can also cause problems. When in doubt, use a material that's less picky when it comes to care than your original garment.

You can add bits of fabric, parts of other knit items, or knit/crochet your own inserts.

(Image source) [ID: close-up on the torso of a person wearing a blue knit sweater. Triangles of floral fabric have been added to the bottom of the sweater to make it larger. White lace has been sewn in-between the triangles. The same floral trim has been used to decorate the sweater's neckline.]

(Image source) [ID: a green knit sweater has been cut up and turned into a dress by adding dark blue fabric to the back, front, and bottom.]

If your item shrunk in the wash but didn't felt, you can also attempt to unshrink it. Results may vary.

If you need extra length, you can always sew on a trim or pick up stitches along your item's bottom edge and sew or crochet extra length.

Downsizing knitwear:

Just like how you can add material to upsize an item, you can also remove material to downsize it. For example, if you've got a sweater that's a few sizes too big, you could trace the shape of a fitted sweater on it with chalk, then cut away the excess fabric and sew up your new seams (again, keeping precautions to keep your material from unravelling in mind).

Adding darts is also an option for knitwear. The ladder stitch is very useful for this. Check out this blog post by Robes De Coeur to see an example.

(Image source) [ID: back view of a person wearing a blue knit cardigan. Two back darts have been added to shape the garment.]

Another darts example is this short underbust vest I made a few years ago. I messed up my gauge and ended up with something that was too big for me, so I used a ladder stitch to take in the sides, add a fold in the back, and add bust darts at the armscyes.

[ID: two photo's showing the front and back view of a short sleeveless underbust vest knitted in brown yarn. The item has been shaped with darts.]

You can also experiment with shrinking your knitwear if it's made from wool, but note that you'll risk shrinking it too much or felting your item.

Conclusion:

There's a lot you can do with knitted items that don't fit you any more. Have fun with it, and make something unique!

If you can't find a way to make a knitted item fit again, you could also look into upcycling. Stuck with holes? Check out my post on how to mend knitwear.

Gifting or selling the item to someone for whom the item does fit is also an option.

If you're a very patient person, you can also unravel the item and knit something new with it.

[paydayloanspb]

How to unshrink clothes when they’re a little too snug It’s laundry time. You go to take your favorite t-shirt, pair jeans, or sweater out of the dryer only to find that it’s now three sizes too small.

[holdharmonysacred]

man i’m mixed on this. On the one hand we finally have Beast Nero, and if she had some goddamn clothes and was a goddamn adult her design would kick ass, and at the very least she gets some pretty fantastic facial expressions from what I’ve seen. On the other hand they went the creepy route and shrunk her. I hate that they went the creepy route and shrunk her. I need them to unshrink her and put her back. It feels like a sequel to the creepiness going on with Abby and I hate it. Gimme the cool monster shit without the creepiness thanks.