#wrote this while procrastinating

[studyingfornclex]

Would anyone be interested in reading the essay I wrote about the romanticization of abuse and sexism in LGBTQIA manhwa and manga?

Edit: posted it

[shakes-and-cakes]

Once again asking someone to make me into a 600 lb housebound blob so I don't have to worry about applying for jobs ever again

[possumdnp]

angel and demon (rated e, 3.1k words)

Summary: Dan and Phil go out to a bar dressed in a couple's costume, and Dan is surprised at just how freeing it feels.

(A fic about Halloween 2024, pushing boundaries, and the perils of red hair dye.)

Read on ao3!

[haeryna]

megumi x reader arranged marriage au but make it the scene from princess monoke where you've got your knife to his throat, except tears are running down your face. you should kill him, and yet as he lays in the grass in front of you, dark blue eyes watch you with nothing but tenderness. as calloused hands reach out to cup your face. nimble fingers smooth away the tears that trickle from your eyes. your hand is shaking. both of you choose to ignore it.

"you're beautiful," he tells you, and the knife drops from your hand harmlessly into the grass of the meadow. you're sitting on his chest, pinning him down. it must hurt by now, and yet his other hand reaches to steady your body, warm assurance resting heavy on your hip.

your trembling hand reaches for the knife again. you know he sees it, but makes no move to stop you. he can see the question in your eyes, fragile and terrified.

"if i were to die at your hands, i can think of no better way to go," he tells you, and as you pull your hands to your face to sob bitterly into them, he sits up. megumi tugs you towards him, tucking your face into the curve of his collarbone as you weep.

"please trust me. i'll take care of you," he promises earnestly. he presses a single tender kiss to your forehead when you gaze tearily up at him.

"i can't," you hiccup. "i-"

"i know," megumi tells you, holding you close, because he does. even through the stubborn anguish, he's never stopped watching. you're beautiful when ichor splatters against the wall from your blade, as red as the blood you manipulate through your veins. you're beautiful when he noticed the pain in your eyes that one time the barista asked for his number in the cafe near the tokyo station. you're beautiful as you demurely wear the kimono your family picked out for you to meet naoya zenin, which clashes fiercely with the hatred in your eyes. at this point he can't tell who you hate more. he hopes it's naoya.

(he thinks of the way he struggled to swallow, to breathe, when he saw you in that kimono. he dreams that you let him take it off you as he kisses every scar on your skin.)

"you can't," you're trying to tell him, saltwater clinging thickly to your eyelashes. "i'd rather die, megumi."

"i know," he repeats, tilting your chin up with his hand so you can see the serious look in his eyes. the zenins wanted to cage you, keep you as a shell of yourself, reduced down nothing more than a mother at best. megumi wants to set you free.

(even if you hate him? even if he'll never be able to tell you he loves you, forever doomed to a loveless union, a marriage only by name and nothing else?)

red ichor. iridescent tears. moonlight, and the dark of night. you are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. he knows you're the most beautiful thing he'll ever see.

"i know," megumi says, one last time. his heart catches in his throat. selfishly, he pulls you closer, taking in the scent of your perfume, and the shampoo you always insist on buying from kyoto. the moon shines on, and for a moment, he allows himself to wish.

someday, i'll tell you how i truly feel. but for now, please, just stay by my side.

[veifei]

trying and failing to do my readings for uni and instead SOMEHOW thinking about a tgcf! shiguang au ??? like ex fallen god x ghost demon shiguang would go crazy guys do you see the vision

[chiropteracupola]

y'know sometimes I wonder if all the ethics courses and the infuriating* mandatory historiography seminar we all had do to actually Took for anyone else. or also it could be that the departmental culture is to Not talk about your doubt and your tribulations and the things we should change about how we operate as a group of students. which. ah. second point is something I do know to be true.

[truly-morgan]

It's been 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 of them fighting, a perfectly rehearsed dance on a tightrope, close to tipping over the edge at times yet always managing to come back to perfect equilibrium.

It's a routine. It's something familiar. It's nearly boring how it always happens the same. Arguing the same thing over and over, like a broken record.

The other one simply becomes a part of your life. There's a thrill to the fight, one that cannot be found from fighting anyone else. Not the latest villain of the month. Not the new upcoming Hero. Those are nothing compared to what they have.

But then one day they can't bring back the perfect equilibrium.

But then one day even the broken record won't play anymore.

It had started like every other fight.

It ended like none other before.

All Hero can do is stare back at the Villain, a strange feeling of dread spreads through them. This is what they had been fighting for so long, yet none of this feels right.

They can't even move to get closer, body too sore from the final attack, too stun to even be able to try properly.

Their heart sinks when they hear a soft chuckle, something they never heard before. Something they feel they would never have wanted to hear.

"Come on…" the Villain says, voice raspier than ever, breath wheezing unevenly, "You knew this would happen eventually".

And the smile. The painful smile, unlike anything ever seen on Villain's face, they wish he was smirking in an evil way instead. Not something so weak, so fragile and so 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵.

Before they know it their vision blurs, tears spilling over.

"Now now, don't cry," a chuckle, quickly followed by wet coughing and blood, "The hero shouldn't be crying for the villain of the story". Yet the tears can't stop, not when some are also welling in the Villain's eyes.

The silence is deafening.

And before Hero can even say anything, he sees the light dim, glossy eyes growing lifeless.

When they finally managed to scream their name, it's too late, there was no one to answer anymore.

It's too late.

They keep screaming, weak body crawling to the motionless one.

The next thing they know, they wake up to worried faces, who grow relieved quickly. Wake up to congratulations and thank yous.

Wake up to a deep void inside their chest.

And the void doesn't go away.

Not even after recovering. Not even after attending, hidden afar, a small clandestine funeral held by a loyal right-hand man. Not even after going back to the crime-fighting life.

All that is left is a lone funambulist.

All that is left is a broken record without a turntable to play it.

And it is now too late to regret. Too late to realise something that had been hidden deep inside for so long.

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Twt original Inspired by this tweet (picture under the cut) ↴↴↴

[wildlyfreemoon]

Satosugu headcannon where because gojo hasn't seen geto in so long after his defection, he's starting to forget what he looks like.

But geto remembers gojo.

Geto has all the selfies satoru used to take on his phone, he has the photos gojo asked geto to take of him. He looks at them all the time.

[miusmusings]

finally wrote the PeteWay lactation kink that i wanted to write for a month now cause make your dreams a reality and all that :3

Breakfast in Bed

Chapters: 1/1 (oneshot)

Fandom: Pit Babe The Series

Rating: E (explicit)

Words: 3,148

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Pete/Way

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless smut, Anxiety, For a tiny bit cause i projected oops, Mating Bonds, Pregnant Sex, Lactation Kink, Male Lactation, Mentioned somnophilia, Kissing, Slight overstimulation, Pete is obsessed with Way’s chest , He’s obsessed with way in general so valid of him tbh, Author is sleep deprived, No Beta We Die Like Tony, Way Lives :)

Summary:

PeteWay are happily in love and expecting their first pup, when Way discovers his mate may have a new obsession

[studyingfornclex]

The Romanticization and Normalization of Abuse and Sexism in LGBTQIA+ Stories

The popularization of stories with LGBTQIA+ main characters is in no way a bad thing. Diversity is important, and the more stories like that, the better. But when the story becomes sexist, or when a story starts to normalize abuse, it becomes an issue.

In the popular manhwa Killing Stalking, The main character was drafted into the military, and was incredibly unlucky as to where he had been placed. He fell in love with one of his comrades when he helped him. After both of them got done with their service, the main character stalked his former comrade, and then the main character breaks into his house, and then gets trapped there. After that, the main character suffers horrifying abuse by the other character. The fanbase does not view this as the psychological horror that it is, though. They view it as a romance.

Visit any fan page for this manhwa and you’ll see the people wishing for the “romance” that they have, and saying that they’re so cute together. I was researching this book, and I came across a threat on Pinterest of ten year olds saying they loved their relationship and thought it was adorable. Mind you, this was the same “relationship” where the main character was hung from the ceiling and trapped inside the house and forced to eat from a dog bowl. 

In a similar case, the popular manhwa Jinx has a similar relationship. There is an extreme power imbalance between the two characters, and the fanbase considers it adorable and says that the “love interest” (who brutally assaults the main character on many different occasions) is improving (no, he is not) and that their relationship is so adorable. This romanticization of abuse is not uncommon, and you will find many popular tropes that follow this, like a mafia boss kidnapping the main character (in fact, this was so popular in the 2010s that people now make jokes about it being the only trope on a website that independent writers can publish their stories on. This also leads to people avoiding the website like the plague, and writers who just want to share their work getting a bad reputation for it. 

This romantiziation of abuse also affects real life, too. The writers on the above website are not the only example of this. When people in fiction are idolized by ten year olds for the abusive relationships they have, they won’t realize that it isn’t normal, and that it’s horrible to have a relationship like that. This will lead to a generation of children who will believe that what they read was good and normal, and that they should want a relationship like that. The other side is that the children will read it and see people who will want that type of relationship, and model themself after the abuser. This, in total, leads to a generation of children idolizing the wrong relationship. 

In these novels, there are not many female characters. In the Jinx manhwa, there is a total of two women. TWO women in this piece of media with over 40 chapters at the time of writing this. This is an incredibly popular manhwa, and there is only two women in it. If a book series only had women in it, and had a lesbian couple, they would somehow turn it into male centered. A popular movie, which was about a town of all women, had an unfair amount of speaking lines given to men. Only 41% of all speaking lines were given to women, in a movie about all women. 

In conclusion, the romanticization of abuse and the sexism in LGBTQIA+ novels is a real issue, that affects everyone, whether that be new authors trying to post their work on a respected website, or ten-year-olds who clicked on a link their friend sent, that would have consequences on all their future relationships. 

[batri-jopa]

You know it seems like cool idea if someone locked me in a room (with a bathroom of course) for a month or so and only gave me daily food supply if I gave them an artpiece. That might either make me more creative or loose few kilograms - so a win-win situation, right?

[oldtvandcomics]

Happy Queer Media Monday!

Today: Happiest Season (2020)

Look. If I don’t talk about this movie now, then I never will.

(Abby and Harper on their Christmas light viewing date, before The Plot really starts.)

Happiest Season is a 2020 lesbian Christmas movie notable for its famous cast. The story follows Abby and Harper, a perfectly happy couple, whose relationship is tested when they visit Harper’s family over the holidays. What Harper didn’t tell Abby until they get there: She isn’t out to her family, and is asking Abby to stay closeted, too, and pretend that they are only random roommates. Family drama ensues.

The movie was received very well when it came out. However, for once, I would like to add my own experience watching it, because I feel it might be useful:

I didn’t like it. It didn’t make me feel good. I was going through some serious conflict with my own family, and this movie kind of amplified that pain. Of course, that was me and my private life, but I had been promised a light-hearted comedy, only to be hit over the head with a rather serious story about families and their lack of acceptance. So my advice would be: DON’T EXPECT A COMEDY. It’s not escapism. If you approach this movie as a serious drama, then it is 1) really well-made and generally a good watch, and 2) has actual interesting things to say about the queer experience.

Queer Media Monday is an action I started to talk about some important and/or interesting parts of our queer heritage, that people, especially young people who are only just beginning to discover the wealth of stories out there, should be aware of. Please feel free to join in on the fun and make your own posts about things you personally find important!

[itmeblog]

THERE WAS LITERALLY NOTHING STOPPING ME FROM WRITING FAN FIC ABOUT MY OWN SHIT!!

FUCKING NOTHING!!!!

(Maybe because I created this world it's canon now? But that is 1001% not my concern nor my problem)

Nova was alive. The pulse that ripped between her temples and settled angrily behind her eyes informed her as much.

She groaned, reaching in vain for memories from the night before. There were flashes: a bar, a party, another bar, a man, possibly a third bar and then…nothing. The rest of the night was ash and dust. She reached out for the glass SAWA should have left on her night stand and knocked something over sending shards of pain dancing in the space between her eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She ground her face into the pillow. It smelled of something sweet, herbs the people on this planet used to keep pests away.

“Fuck.”

Please be a hotel.

She couldn’t take another morning of awkwardly running into the members of a family of someone she could only vaguely remember.

Nova gathered what pieces of herself she could manage. Her mouth was dry, her head was attempting a revolt from her neck, and spending the morning retching in whatever passed for a toilet here seemed a half-decent idea. It only got worse as she sat up.

The room was sparse, just a bed really. Her clothes were strewn across the floor, mixed with an outfit Nova didn’t recognize, all sequins and scarves. A screen sat nestled into the far wall and flickered silently through a morning report, a perky looking reporter sang the GU’s praises in the subtitles that scrolled across the bottom.

A hotel room.

Thank God.

Nova’s attention landed wearily on the woman sleeping beside her. What had happened to the guy she’d been with? Had she ditched him? Wandered off and found better company? She tried to remember but all she could recall was him pinning her to a wall, the heat of his body pressed against hers and the fleeting thought, hazed by brandy and something bitter she’d been offered to smoke, that he wasn’t enough to silence the thoughts in her head.  

Maybe the woman had succeeded where he’d failed. Nova wasn’t sure. She couldn’t remember this woman at all.

That was supposed to worry her. Lulu would be concerned.

Nova shut the thought away with a viciousness that made her stomach pitch.

As it turned out, there was a proper restroom, though a prerequisite for puking was actually having eaten something in the first place, so it was really more about form than efficacy. Nova sent prayers to a porcelain alter, a thought that teased a near hysterical laugh from her throat.

God, she was tired.

She picked up her clothes, showered, and left her companion to sleep off whatever had happened the night before.

“Hey.” Nova leaned heavily against the front desk she only half-remembered approaching, rubbing her fingers against her temples as she reached for words.

“Yes?” The person behind the counter, some alien with six eyes that blinked asynchronously in a way that made the impossible task of focusing on where to look, harder still.

“I—, uh, shit, I don’t even know the fucking room.” She turned around like that might somehow make it clearer, but she distinctly remembered taking a lift. She was fucking this up. Breathe. New tactic. “I’m Nova. Did a Nova sign in a room yesterday?”

The receptionist typed something, every key stroke hit like an axe between Nova’s brows.

“Last name?” Thunder.

“Don’t have one,” except the art of opening her mouth properly had escaped her and everything had come out in a continuous nearly indecipherable donaveone. Which after receiving several blinks Nova repeated to marginal success.

“Mmm, there was a Nova NoStar.”

She cringed. “NoStar?”

The clerk nodded, well, sort of nodded. Bobbed. They had no neck or equivalent thereof.

“Goddammit,” her hands returned to her temples, her elbows to the counter, the effort of keeping herself upright just a bit too much when she had to deal with this shit. “Yeah, NoStar. I’d like to pay, yesterday and today.”

She’d have to burn this planet off the list. How fucking stupid did she have to be to give her real name? Sure, there were probably millions of Nova NoStars out there but Jeanne would find a way. Fuck.

Nova paid, the blaring of the screen as her transaction went through made her want to dash her head against the wall.

“Is there anything else you need?”

Nova blinked, waiting for the words to settle in her head and mean something. “Need? Oh, uh, yeah, fuck, is there someplace to get breakfast around here?” She glanced at the sun that filtered in through the small window by the receptionist’s desk. “Or lunch?”

The directions she’d received sent Nova to a small food stand that smelled of grease and the promise of revival. She couldn’t read the menu and simply pointed and was handed something that might have been bread and some sort of meat, along with a bottle of water. The man who ran the stand was some flavor of human, though Nova could hardly be bothered to parse his existence. Modified, maybe?

She tried not to look too hard at what he’d given her. It undulated a bit if she stared at it too long, like it wasn’t quite dead despite the steam wafting from it. The first bite reminded her that she hadn’t really eaten the day before and the thing was gone before she knew it. She licked the oil from her fingers and set on the water.

Thank god for small miracles. She felt halfway human.

The traffic of the world sang through the air above her, in large ships belching black into the skies and buffeted her from all sides in lower forms of travel, things with wheels and rails and low flying capabilities. Galactic Union banners waved high overhead. Somewhere a commercial played calling for people to sign up for positions at their embassies.

The Galactic Union: Be part of something bigger.

Nova didn’t recognize this part of the city. It was cramped and crowded, two things Nova actually liked while she was working, but now that she was simply eating and drinking her way through her savings, was simply another obstacle that teased the remainder of her headache from the corners of her mind.

That and with food and water sustaining her, what little of her mind that was able to rouse for non-essential activities busied itself chiding her for her stupidity or cycling through all the things she could have done to save Lulu.

If only she’d been faster.

If only she’d noticed sooner.

If only she wasn’t such a fucking idiot.

If only she hadn’t listened.

Nova, stay put. The words rang clear as a bell between her ears. And then she was there again, frozen. Watching.

Lulu smiled. The skin at the corner of her eyes crinkled in concern, for Nova or herself, Nova didn’t know.

Then Lulu was gone.

The air around Nova was too thin, her pulse was a thready hum. She walked faster as if that might somehow put some distance between herself and the memory. A horn blared and the world rocketed into focus as a vehicle stopped just short of ramming her full speed and settled instead for banging into her leg just enough that her palms slammed into the hood to keep her steady.

Nova stared, wide eyed at the driver, her breaths coming in pants.

Wasn’t this what she’d wanted?

Why hadn’t they been driving faster?

Why did they stop?

The curses that filtered in through her translator were colorful and fantastical. Her bottom lip quivered as tears pricked the back of her eyes.

Lulu wouldn’t want this for me.

Her hands flew away from the hood as if she’d been burned. “Sorry,” was all she offered as she hurried away, her leg protesting at her speed after enduring that abuse. The driver’s curses followed her until she turned a corner and pressed her back against the wall of some towering building. The stone dug into her back, rough and painful, and real.

Her hands shook with leftover adrenaline.

“Fuck.”

She was going to cry. She couldn’t keep doing this.

“Lulu wanted you to live, you fucking idiot,” she whispered. “How could you forget how to do the one goddamn thing she wanted you to do?”

[owl-by-night]

Kembleford timeloop - more faerie fic

Having a bit of a week so posting more fic for the ‘only faeries can explain the Kembleford timeloop’ AU. This time it features Sid as a young evacuee. All you need to know from the previous fic is that the Kembleford timeloop is caused by Monty and Felicia who are not entirely human and can control time. Look, it makes about as much sense as the timeline does in canon…

“I think I met the queen of the fairies today,” Sid says at dinner. Then he regrets it because he’s much too old to admit to believing in fairies. Nor is he a soppy girl like the ones who whisper and giggle at him in the village school. He only said it because he has no other explanation for what he saw. 

“What nonsense,” says Mrs McCarthy, who is too busy worrying about ration books and feeding a growing boy who seems to be nothing but skin and bones and dirt. She scrubs him clean when she can but it never takes. 

“That sounds very interesting, Sidney,” says Father Brown. “Where did you meet her?”

“In uh…” Sid freezes suddenly, and when Father Brown reaches for the salt he flinches, expecting a cuff round the ear because he was trespassing somewhere even the local boys told him not to go. 

The Father notices and smiles reassuringly. He has a great understanding of the sins of small boys. He does not hit them either, which Sid is only just beginning to trust. “In the Montague orchards, was it? I thought I saw you walking that way this afternoon.”

“Uh… yeah.” Sid looks sideways at Mrs McCarthy, who tuts. 

“And what did she look like?” Father Brown smiles at him, all kindly curiosity. 

“Well… she was… she had bare feet and flowers in her hair and she was y’know… pretty.” Sidney blushes. He means beautiful but can’t bring himself to say the word. “And um… she climbed a tree and gave me an apple.”

“Climbing trees and flowers in her hair indeed.” Mrs McCarthy looks heavenward. “I hardly think so. And as for going barefoot in this weather! You’ve been dreaming, Sidney. You’re lucky the gardener didn’t catch you, trespassing like that.”

Sid closes his mouth sullenly. He refuses to say any more except to ask politely for seconds because Mrs McCarthy is strict about manners and more than happy to withhold a second piece of pie from a boy who doesn’t say please and thank you. 

Later, at bedtime, he finds a flower caught in his hair. He pulls it out and, without being quite sure why, puts it in his little tin of treasures hidden beneath the floorboard. 

On Sunday, scrubbed, scolded and half choked by his new best clothes, he sees the queen of fairies again. He gasps, and stifles it quickly because Mrs McCarthy has a sharp eye on his behaviour. The woman is perfectly ordinarily dressed today, in a suit and heels like all the ladies at church and wearing a perfectly ordinary hat instead of a crown of flowers. He thinks he’d recognise her anywhere though and even dressed according to Kembleford convention, everything about her is just a little more beautiful. When she walks past him to her pew he can smell flowers. 

He watches her, mouth agape, and Mrs McCarthy has to nudge him hard to make him stand up or sit down or sing during the still unfamiliar service. When it is over, he watches the lady walk out of the church and notes the way that the crowd always parts to let her through. 

“Mrs M,” he says in a whisper, “who’s that?” 

Mrs McCarthy looks to where he is pointing. “Lady Felicia Montague.” She purses up her mouth and sounds disapproving but Sid can’t understand why because he thinks Lady Felicia is magnificent, whether she’s standing here in St Mary’s church or climbing apple trees in an orchard and sharing the most perfect apple he’s ever eaten. 

Lady Felicia turns to look at him then and, so quickly he might have imagined it, winks. 

Outside the church Sid is kept waiting beside Father Brown, fidgeting with the catapult in his pocket, itching to escape and knowing it won’t be permitted until all the parishioners have gone. The lady walks over to them, heels clicking on the path. 

“Lovely service as always, Father Brown,” she says. “And who is this?”

She looks at Sid and he thinks in that moment that she can see right through him: right through all the dirt and the guilt about the broken window and the stolen apples, right into the heart of him. His innermost orphaned self where he knows that he is unwanted and scared because he can’t seem to stay out of trouble and he has nowhere else to go and Father Brown is leaving and the Germans are trying to kill them all. He is so afraid to be left alone if Father Brown doesn’t come back that it sits like a great dark shadow in his heart. 

“A pleasure to meet you Sidney,” the lady says and she puts out a hand for him to shake. “You must come up to the house some time. I have apples that need picking.” Her voice is like sunshine coming out from behind the clouds, all warm and golden, making all his fears seem smaller and less terrifying. As if she knows that everything is going to be alright and is telling him to believe it. 

He’ll tell her one day, when he’s grown up enough to joke about it. “You know, when I first met you, I thought you were queen of the fairies.” Then she’ll laugh as if it were a very good kind of joke and he’ll laugh too about the foolish boy he’d been. 

But he’ll see the flash of something in her eyes, something green and gold and not quite human and he’ll wonder. Just as he always wonders about the flower that he found in his hair and kept. The one he still has and now knows is an apple blossom, impossibly out of season when he found it, kept safe in his tin of treasures and looking as fresh as the day it was picked. 

[tineoffreege]

[Relax]

Who invented hammocks? Forde wanted to shake their hand, but also curse them. He was so comfy, he didn’t think he’d leave this place for the rest of the night. Well, maybe he’d leave for food…

A girl walks by the cabana. Maybe cheering someone up was also more important than napping. With a mighty “Snargleblagh!” he rolls off the hammock, landing flat face down in the sand. A moment later, he scrambles into a casual sit, acting as if he’d totally meant to do that.

“Evening!” He calls out. “The ground’s comfy tonight, isn’t it?” Now looking positively ridiculous, he introduces himself. “I’m Forde, nice to meet you.” He’s about to toss her an anchor charm, but decides to wipe the sand off first.

It's not like Tine was expecting the rest area to be empty, but what she expected was to be left alone unless she made a ruckus, or it was abundantly apparent that she's crying.

Both of those seem highly unlikely; she's learned to be quiet very well.

Ops it seems the man had fallen.

"Are you alright? I know healing magic if something hurts. It doesn't seem likely with how he tries to deflect from the mistake, but it's still the polite and proper thing to offer aid.

He introduces himself and gives her a charm; it's only logical to respond in kind.

"I am Tine, and thank you; it seems you completed my collection."

[nillisaie]

So I need to have two cosplays done by November 1st

One for my mom which is going to be a Link cosplay but red since she loves red and hates green. I need to modify a shirt for the tunic, make the hat and also make some props. I think it's pretty doable

Now for myself, I actually don't know which option I want to try and make/finish: Octavia Goetia, Charlie Morningstar's battle attire, Verosika Mayday or Alastor

Gonna ramble a bit about each cosplans I have and what I currently have and what I need to do/buy/etc

So let's start with Octavia! I was going to wear her last year, but I unfortunately ended up having sewing machine issues. I still don't know what the issue is or how to fix it, but the only thing I need to do is finish sewing the dress and paint the stars on!

Currently, my dress is just basted stitch together? So not very well held together and the fabric is rather stretchy so I'd need to learn a new sewing technique that will probably be a bit time consuming to master to a satisfactory level. I do also need to make a few tiny adjustments to the neck and taking it in here and there and technically also add the sleeves..? Though I can probably omit that for now since the cardigan (?) I'm gonna use is a full long sleeve one. Oh! And also the necklace!

I also planned to use my real hair for this since I unfortunately do not have the arda Stevie in black that I was planning to use since my effing ex wife never returned it to me even though I told him to return all of my stuff and it's discontinued so I can't buy the one wig that I really adored anymore

Anyway

I also actually got Stolas' grimoir to use as a prop but never ended up using it. I'm also not making the tail for now. That'd be a future upgrade thing

The next cosplay I could make is Verosika Mayday! I was finally able to find the perfect coat to modify for her! I just need to shorten it and technically remake the sleeves..? But the sleeves are fine actually, I can leave it as is for now

As for the outfit, I actually plan to crochet it since I just do not have the space to work with fabric and with my disability, crocheting is just so much easier on my body imo

I'm not sure which outfit I want to make though... I will need to buy yarn regardless. I think the white and black one would be easier because it's just a tube for the most part though I do worry a bit about stretch making the fit a bit difficult to figure out.. Also she wears a pair of sunglasses with this outfit which would be pretty neat if I can make like fake little clip ons to wear over my prescription lenses since I'm pretty blind so it'd be nice if I can keep my glasses on all the time (I know I can, I just personally would like to be accurate and take em off for pictures and such)

I personally think the second outfit is cuter but I don't want to have to put my wig in a ponytail again. Oh! I do in fact have a wig for this, it's just pretty tangled at the moment

And next, Charlie Morningstar!

I do have a wig I can probably use for her. It's a bit darker than I'd like and has a bangless middle part..? So I'd need to fix that. I have some ideas on how to go about that though I could also just try to resew the wefts in if it doesn't work. I also curled it previously so it's a bit of work

The outfit I actually should have enough red yarn though I do want to try and do something different, like a little corset thingy in a darker red to help break things up a bit, add a bit more visual interest so I'd probably have to buy that. And I'll definitely need to buy black yarn for the gloves and leg warmers

I do actually have a pattern in mind that I found a while back so I wouldn't be doing this completely blind. I also actually bought some shoes specifically for this cosplay! Oh, and speaking of which, I can also use these shoes for the second Verosika outfit. Maybe with a pair of white thigh high socks and I can just attach some criss cross X's over it..? If I don't have time for anything else?

Oh and Charlie does have a spear and a shield! I can definitely make the spear. I actually have a wip for Alastor's mic and I thankfully made it so that the mic piece is removable so I can easily swap it for Charlie's or even Vaggie's spear (I also have an almost complete closet cosplay of Vaggie, just need a wig, eye patch and bow. Also to find my skirt for it...)

And finally Alastor! Specifically maybe his Valentine outfits

I do have the hot topic Alastor coat but I don't want to wear that to a con. Especially since I'm only going for one day. I want my outfit to be a bit more special and I don't have the time to figure out his regular outfit

As for the valentine outfits, I actually specifically bought a bunch of yarn to make myself a pair of shorts similar to his 2025 (the left one) pants just because and realized I could also just use it for cosplay and not just daily wear

And also bought a bunch of dress shirts in different colors specifically for Alastor, though the red one I have is a bit on the wider side... The rest of the fit is fine, it's just weirdly wide but hopefully the coat will hide that and if not, I can either try to modify it or dye an extra white shirt I bought just in case. I do also have a black dress shirt, a red vest albeit with no stripes and a black bow tie that I can use for the other Valentine's outfit! I would need to buy suspenders, a red bow tie for the first one and dress pants for the second one, and in general honestly. Probably gloves too

I'd once again just crochet the coat. I don't know how yet, but I need to figure it out regardless for my amigurumi that's been waiting for me to finish...

And the staff I mentioned, it's almost done honestly. Mostly just need to be finished sanding and smoothing it out, also need to add the eye and then paint it

And the wig. Hoo boy. I actually have two wigs that I plan to splice together so it's gonna be a lot of work. And one wig is one that I had previously dyed and that unfortunately ended up staining last time I wore it... So I need to figure out that issue. Maybe just wash it again? And maybe dye it a bit more..? I don't remember if the red is to my liking for Alastor. And basically it's gonna be a lot of work

Though...

Though actually..

I just had a thought

I actually bought a green vest for Alastor. Specifically to try and do a Christmas festive version

And I am attending this con on November 1st

The day after Halloween

What if

What if I show up as Christmas Alastor actually?

I could then just focus on completing the staff and styling the wig and buying some dress pants

Oh! What if, assuming I have time, I also make this coat?

Oh, this would be so stupid, I think I might do it honestly. Maybe I can even try to invest in some LEDs or something. What if I also manage to get those uh Christmas string wreath things..? garland to wrap around the staff or something? Can I get a glowing nose as well? God, this would be so stupid. I think Alastor would approve

But I dunno, if anyone read this far, I would love to hear your thoughts and suggestions

And for reference, last year I made a last minute Eevee closet cosplay for my mom and my sewing machine stopped working so I ended up going as fem Human Alastor last year (it was supposed to be an Alastor inspired outfit that ended up just being Alastor). Also I don't have much actual hands on experience (I've mainly made props before), but I do have like 10+ years of accumulated general cosplay knowledge because broke and disabled