#//but i couldnt NOT have this on the blog okay

[halfawitch-willow]

She Wanna Kick Back (Kiss Me Now) ❁ Daylily

Hunter and Willow dance together as the clock runs down for the new year, and learn about mainland traditions together. The next morning they both remember they're awkward disasters and react accordingly Takes place Jan 1st @thegcldenguard

HUNTER

Hunter, overall, was glad that he had come out tonight. He'd thought about staying in -- or at least, just popping to the Acorn Drop and returning to the comfort of his dorm room in his new pajamas (a Christmas/Solstice/Birthday gift to himself) and slippers, but well, so many people he knew were going out out and as evidenced by his dancing outing with Eilonwy, going out out wasn't always bad!

So, here he was! Approaching midnight, dancing with friends, a couple of drinks in him, neck tie loose, jacket off, and just generally.... well, more relaxed than he usually was.

"They have jello shots!" Hunter said to Willow. He'd already grabbed one for her and handed it over with an enthusiastic smile. "Glittery ones!"

WILLOW

Willow was equally loosened up, her leather jacket left in a closet somewhere and her feet a little sore from dancing. She'd gone back onto the floor after the conversation with Archemedes, and with a little more alcohol in her, had been able to relax and put Luisa's dance lessons to good use.

She gasped in delight as Hunter handed her the shot, and sure enough, it was very glittery. "Yes!" she cheered, taking the little lid off. "Now, is it spinach flavored?" she joked, knowing that her Dad had tucked a pack of spinach gelatin mix in Hunter's care package per her request.

HUNTER

"I'm actually not quite sure what the flavor profile is," answered Hunter, missing the tease in Willow's question. He eyed the strange silvery glitter jello, and shook it a little so it wobbled. "Perhaps champagne? Moonlight? Well, one way to find out, I suppose!" He knocked the edge of his shot glass to Willow's. "Cheers!"

WILLOW

Willow giggled as she echoed his cheers, tapping the glass to his and knocking it back. It still had that sour sting and gloopy texture that made her think of the Isles, and she shook off the sharp taste with a laugh.

She was still swaying back and forth to the music as she contemplated the taste. "I think it's pear?" Willow said, unsure, rising onto her toes so Hunter could hear her over the music.

HUNTER

Hunter smacked his lips. He furrowed his brow, trying to decipher the flavor. All he could really think, though, was glitter, which was not a flavor. So he just nodded along to Willow's assessment.

"I think that's right! I'm not sure, though. I think I've had too many drinks!" Hunter laughed. Why didn't he do this more often? (author's note: It's because Hunter would be having a very rough morning)

There was some shuffling around them, people pointing at their phones and looking at the time. Just five or so minutes to midnight.

"D'you think we could squeeze in one more dance for the New Year?" asked Hunter. He was feeling… Fun! Carefree! Zesty! Like a lemon!

WILLOW

Willow laughed with him, feeling sort of weightless. She never thought she'd be able to do this - party and laugh with friends without fear of it all being some elaborate plot to embarrass and harm her. She felt warm, and safe, and happy; like she was in freefall with her broom in hand.

At Hunter's question, Willow nodded with a beaming grin. "Yes!" she cheered, grabbing his shot glass and placing it and her own on a nearby table. Once they were out of the way, she grabbed his hands in hers and tugged him back towards the dance floor. There was a clear spot by their friends and Willow quickly claimed it, not letting go of Hunter as she started dancing.

HUNTER

Wow! Why didn't Hunter drink more? He wasn't thinking about where he was putting his arms or legs, or the fact that Willow was holding onto his hands tightly, or the fact that she looked very pretty when she smiled and danced. Well, he was, but it wasn't making him nervous. He was just having fun!

Everyone around him was having fun. It was easy to get swept up in the revelry. And get swept up, Hunter did! He spun Willow around, and then someone knocked into him, so he stumbled a bit forward and nearly crashed into her, but in, like, a fun cool way that made him laugh again.

Hunter did not recognize the song playing, but it was fun and fast -- well, till it faded out and everyone started counting…

Oh right!

"Fifteen!" shouted Hunter, in time with the others.

WILLOW

Willow laughed as Hunter spun her around, messy curls spinning around her, then snorted as he nearly stumbled into her. One of them was always tripping over the other, it seemed. Her hands went to his hips to hold him steady, her invisible tail looping loosely around his calf.

"I got ya'," she promised, giggling. She looked out over the crowd as the music faded and the counting started.

"Fourteen!" Willow joined in, bouncing on her toes.

HUNTER

Everything was sparkly. Glitter. He was never really good at looking at reagents, but they all seemed to be coalescing in one very hazy and dreamy blend, the crowd's excitement tangible.

He looked down at Willow, looping an arm around her shoulders, as the countdown went on.

"Ten - nine - eight!"

WILLOW

When Hunter's arm went around her shoulders, Willow easily pulled him in closer so she could wrap her arms around his waist and drop her chin on his chest. She felt weightless with her happy buzz, and so safe and sound tucked away from the roiling crowd. He was so handsome up close, she noticed with a giggle, with his fluffy hair and pretty eyes. Willow beamed up at him, dimples pressed into both of her cheeks.

"Six - five - four!"

HUNTER

"Three --!"

Hunter leaned into Willow. She smelled very nice, but then again, that could just be because everything else smelled like liquor and sweat.

"Two--!"

She had nice dimples. Hunter thought about telling her this, but then he'd miss the --

"ONE!"

The crowd erupted. Screaming! Cheering! Kissing! Hunter cheered. He screamed. He --

He glanced down at Willow again, and that floaty dizzy feeling of the alcohol started to concentrate right in his chest.

WILLOW

When the countdown hit zero, Willow threw her head back and screamed along with the crowd, grinning from ear to ear as she rocked back on her heels, anchoring herself with the arms around Hunter's waist. She rocked back, laughing, and pressed her face into his shoulder, hugging him tight. "Happy new year!" she said into his shirt.

When she turned her head to wish the rest of their friends the same, she realized that most of the people around them were kissing as confetti and glitter canons went off everywhere and the music bumped back up. Was that a mainland tradition?

Willow thought that was a really nice way to roll in the new year, with a little bit of love, so she reached up to grab Hunter gently by the jaw and brought him closer to her level. She pressed a chaste little kiss to the corner of his mouth, giggling as she nudged her nose against his.

HUNTER

It was perhaps a surprise to no one reading that Hunter had never kissed anyone before.

That is not to say he did not think about it. He had, in fact, thought about kissing people. Mostly specific people. Sometimes not. Sometimes he just watched a couple across the quad and got hit with a vague sense of loneliness that he tried to shake off.

Willow kissed him. It was soft, a quiet moment amidst all the revelry. For a second, Hunter froze. He wasn't sure what to do, where to put his hands (or his lips for that matter). But it was warm, and Willow was smiling, so he ended up cupping the side of her face with his hand, puckering his mouth in a way that he felt made sense to kiss her back.

"Well! Happy New Year!" he said, when he broke the kiss (not because it was bad, but because judging by everyone around him, the options seemed to be to start making out with tongue or to stop and giggle; and Hunter wasn't sure if he wanted to do that first thing right now). "Huzzah!"

WILLOW

Hunter kissed her back, his hand cupping her face, and Willow melted. She leaned into his hand with a happy little hum, loving how his palm fit around her cheek, and her own hand slid from his chin to cup the back of his neck.

It was nice, being held like something he wanted to keep close. That anyone wanted to keep close, really. She tucked the feeling inside herself for safe keeping.

When he broke the kiss, she grinned at him, eyes sparkling. "Huzzah!" she cheered with a laugh, punching the air with the hand that was previously around his neck. She dropped her heels back to the floor (when had she gone up on her toes?) and brought her hand back down to sit on his waist. She started moving to the music again, hips swaying back and forth, bopping her head along. All while leaning into his hand with a happy smile.

(She didn't even realize how tightly her tail had wrapped around his leg, like she wanted to cling to the moment. In the morning, the memory would mortify her. But that was hours away.)

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HUNTER

Hunter's head was throbbing. He lay facedown on his mattress. Technically, he'd been awake for a bit, watching the narrow crack of light across the floor grow wider and wider and longer and longer. But his head hurt too much to do anything about that.

Around him, the charmed plush bird and bee bobbed in the air.

He knew what day it was, but he kept telling himself he had more time, more time, more time to drag himeslf out of bed (and maybe throw up) and look presentable. So he closed his eyes, ready to rest a little more --

There was a knock at the door.

"It's open," Hunter croaked. "Give me -- a second to sit up."

WILLOW

It'll be fine, Willow reassured herself as she stood outside Hunter's dorm room. She had a water bottle in hand and both a lesser healing potion shot and aspirin bottle in her pocket. Eilonwy said he didn't look upset. Everything is totally fine!

For Flapjack and Clover, she thought with a little nod before taking a deep breath and knocking gently.

Hunter's croaking voice came through the door and it was a bad sign that she was already a little pink. She opened the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise, and slipped inside. "Don't push yourself," she said softly as she closed the door silently behind her. "If I could still be horizontal, I would be."

HUNTER

"I don't think I've ever felt this bad," said Hunter, even though he knew that was a complete lie.

But, it was close.

He managed to turn around at least, then slowly propped himself up on his forearms. As he crawled back to consciousness, it did suddenly dawn on him that Willow kissed him last night.

Right! That happened.

Hunter wasn't sure if he should say anything about that. Or if he shouldn't. He just blinked at her, scrambling to find something to say.

Then, he grabbed the floating bee out of the air and tossed it to her.

"Here you go! It's your turn."

WILLOW

Hunter blinked at her, and Willow blinked back. Her stomach started to sink, and she was glad she'd worn her concealment stone so he couldn't see her tail lashing nervously behind her.

Then he threw Clover at her, and Willow squeaked as she caught the bee in her free hand.

"Muck, Hunter, don't take it out on Clover," she said, flustered. She still kept her voice low, because making his obvious hangover worse probably wasn't going to help her mission. She nuzzled her nose in Clover's fluffy ruff in greeting before gently pushing her back into the air, letting her spin in circles as Willow approached Hunter carefully.

"I brought peace offerings," she said, showing him the water bottle before setting it on his bedside table. She dug in her sweatshirt pocket next, pulling out the potion vial - portioned for one dose - and the aspirin bottle and setting them both down gently. "Jeremy's in the kitchen making hangover cure," she said, not looking away from the table. "Not sure what's in it, but it's very green and he swears by it, if you want some."

HUNTER

"I wasn't --!" Hunter started to defend himself, but then he just let it slide when Willow came over with water, a potion, and aspirin. Besides him, Flapjack flapped his wings, bumping into Hunter's shoulder.

The charm on the plushies wasn't good enough to account for collisions, so he plucked it from the air and turned it so it faced Willow, and soon Flapjack was back on his way.

"If I manage to get up, I'll make my way over there," groaned Hunter. "Or maybe I'll see if he delivers." He reached for the water bottle, taking a small tentative sip. "I trust you're feeling a smidge better than I am? Considering you're up and all." He glanced at Willow, and then found his gaze focusing right on her mouth so he immediately picked up the bottle of aspirin and began reading the dosage instructions instead.

WILLOW

"You missed the twenty minutes I spent trying to teach my heart vine to pick up that aspirin bottle and bring it to me in bed," Willow said with a faint grin. "And then the hour waiting for it to kick in."

Also, and Willow would not confess this under oath or hex, she'd already puked the night before, so she'd gotten most of the grossness out already. She'd been tempted to strangle Jeremy for turning on the blender while she was in the kitchen, though.

She lowered herself to the floor, sitting cross-legged between the two beds, and resisted the urge to start combing her fingers through the tuft at the tip of her tail just to vent some anxiety. She took a deep breath through her nose for four counts, then let it out. "Are you feeling too bad for me to apologize?" she said softly, staring at the floor. "Cause I can wait if yes."

HUNTER

"Apologize?" Hunter's brow furrowed. He looked up from the aspirin bottle (very insightful reading, actually!) and cocked his head at Willow. "Why… are you apologizing?"

Oh no -- did she regret the kiss? But why would she apologize then? Hunter really didn't want to talk about that right now, mostly because he didn't know what to say other than the fact it had been nice. But, also, maybe Willow was apologizing about something else? Hunter racked his brain, trying to think of something -- anything.

"I don't think there's anything you need to apologize for," said Hunter. "Is there?"

WILLOW

Well that wasn't the response she was expecting. Willow looked up at Hunter, head tilted in confusion.

And then she remembered that Hunter never really reacted to her the way that others from the Isles did, that he never had, and she felt bad for thinking of him that way. She'd been conditioned to expect anger, disgust, maybe a bit of pointing and laughing at the mudbreather who dared to want things. But that wasn't fair to Hunter, who had only ever been sweet and understanding to her.

She blushed, glancing away as she twisted her fingers together. "Well, now I'm thinking my hungover brain was overthinking things," she said shyly. Willow took a deep breath. "I was going to apologize for kissing you last night without asking first. Drunk or not, that wasn't cool of me, and I should have checked if it was okay."

(Great, now she was thinking about it again. How nice it had been, being held so close and handled so carefully. How he'd glittered with Happiness the whole time they'd danced. She'd told Eilonwy she'd had fun, and she'd meant it. She liked it.)

HUNTER

"Oh." Hunter blinked. He titled his head. On one hand, he appreciated that Willow was concerned about asking his permission. That made him feel, well, good in a way he couldn't really articulate. But on the other hand --

"Well, I'm glad you did," he said. The aspirin bottle was suddenly looking very interesting again. "Because. Well, I wanted to, but I wouldn't have. I mean. Not that I wanted to kiss you -- I mean!" He blushed, snapping his gaze back up to her and stammering. "That came out wrong! I just -- I mean, people do it. Kiss. On New Year's. I saw it last year. And I thought it might be nice. But I would've been too scared, so I'm… glad you did it first."

WILLOW

Willow watched Hunter stammer, his face red, with wide eyes, and felt a wave of relief roll over her. All of her anxious energy bubbled out as a giggle, and then she was laughing into her hands, trying to smother the sound so it wasn't too loud for his hangover. Once she calmed down, she smiled up at him brightly, her dimples making a repeat appearance. "Well I'm happy to help," she said, relieved.

"Yeah, I noticed everyone was doing it and Drunk Willow thought it was brilliant way to ring in the year, so," Willow shrugged. She leaned back on her hands, much more relaxed. Her feet happily tapped on the rug.

HUNTER

"And it was!" Hunter said quickly, because he didn't want Willow to think that he didn't enjoy kissing her. Because he did. It was nice. Very nice. Which probably was not saying much, because he did not have a lot of comparison points, but he liked it.

He also liked Willow's laugh. It was pretty. In sound, and in the way her Laugh became little bubbles in the air.

"I liked it," he said, just in case he hadn't (he couldn't remember). "And I'm glad it was you." His face felt like it was on fire right now, which did not really help his throbbing headache. "I mean. I've never done that before."

WILLOW

Willow's cheeks were also burning, and she'd decided the safest place to direct her eyes were at her own toes. She tugged on a curl shyly, twisting it around her finger to give her embarrassed energy some kind of outlet.

"… Me neither," she confessed. It felt a little easier to say now that she knew that they were in the same position together. A little safer. There was a little potted plant that had been clinging to life on the windowsill and it was positively luscious now, singing happily as it fed off of Willow's emotions. She kind of wanted to die.

"I'm glad it was you too," she said, looking up at Hunter and giving him a shy smile. "You're a really kind person, Hunter. I'm glad we're friends."

HUNTER

Hunter didn't know if he'd describe himself as kind. And honestly? For most of his life, he would say it was more important to be strong, or powerful, or smart, or skilled.

But Willow looked at him now, a shy smile on her sweet face, and she called him kind, and that was all Hunter wanted to be.

"Me too," said Hunter. He offered his own shy crooked smile, and cleared his throat a little as he ran a hand on the back of his neck. "Now, uh, what was this you said about Jeremy's magical hangover cure?"

[heynhay]

scene from where the apple falls by @jupiters-junipers :-) wholeheartedly recommend any and all of her work

[plulp]

IM NOT A DOCTOR BUT I THINK I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP

[sugaaz]

gokaigers ☆ happy birthday mare @zhaolusi ♡

[jacksprostate]

this will be unpopular probably but idk i've been called slurs a time or two and it's personally uncomfortable to see... obviously do as you please in general but when interacting with me or my posts i'd really prefer if yall didn't casually use fag, etc in place of gay and stuff 👍

[meme-loving-stuck]

i remember being brought up christian like, almost concerned that i never felt a connection to any of the shit they were talkin about,

and when i was younger i was like "oh no! am i bad for not feeling connected to god?? is it bad i feel like my dead mom doesnt talk to me or watch over me?? am i horrible for pretending?????"

but turns out i just had Autism Powers that made me immune to it and i was able to completely sever myself from the idea of being Christian at the ripe old age of like 13. and it was such a HUGE comfort to see that there were all these other beliefs and spiritual sort of things that other people chose to believe in and didnt necessarily treat their beliefs as COLD HARD UNDENIABLE FACT the way christians treat the existence of god & heaven & hell

like now that i am older i know i was in fact traumatized by the culturally catholic beliefs my family held & forced on us all, but i am really immensely grateful that my child self looked at all the other aspects of christianity that would horrify most other children into behaving/conforming, and basically just went, "okay, source?"

and that was the end of that

[obnoxiousarcade]

I have a longing to be understood more than anything else i think

[leonhrt]

okay that break was shorter than...yeah idk i cant think of some dumb metaphor to go with this. it was a short break thats all really

[onenotsubtle]

ghost looked at me like i was insane for joking i could fix gemma from soa

[catsassortedocrefs]

(eyes dite postdumblrly)

[fudanshiatlas]

puta que pariu eu vou estrangular essa professora.!!!!!! eu juro.!.!!!!

a mulher vem e fala na reunião. "pode ir embora quando quiser, eu só tô aqui por causa de vocês!!!" aí eu vou embora em um horário que fica legal pra eu conseguir ir no meu curso de inglês e descansar um pouco. poggers!! tudo de boa!!! feliz e contente!!!

até que no dia seguinte o que faz a professora? me procura no app de nosso Deus whatsapp me perguntando pq eu não fiz a inscrição pra olímpiadas. NÃO SEI, TALVEZ PQ VC TINHA DITO QUE JÁ TINHA CUIDADO DISSO E QUE EU NÃO PRECISAVA ME PREOCUPAR? TALVEZ PQ QUANDO EU SAÍ VC JÁ ESTAVA FELIZ FOFOCANDO COM OS OUTROS? OBVIAMENTE EU PENSEI QUE ESTAVA TUDO RESOLVIDO.

acabou que eu não vou fazer a olímpiadas de inglês por causa dessa professora incompetente do caralho. que lindo não é mesmo!!!

[gaz-tronautical]

I'd be lying if i said this episode didn't contribute to me Gaining This New Thing.

[vanillabat99]

I know 4:30AM is not the best time for, well, anything really, but I think I might've fucked up my poor stomach :( I was out of my acid reflux/ulcer medication for a few days and I've been having some serious stomach pain 😭 I'm hoping it goes away in a day or two now that I have my meds again... fingers crossed!!

[parrythisucasual]

Hiya! Love ur blog! :3

Could you do Jax x Very sleepy Reader? Like at some point Reader ends up falling asleep on Jax lol. If not its very okay! Hope you can do it tho! Take care of yourself and have a good da / night! 🤗

Hiii!!!! It's a bit short, but i did my best!! <3

Jax x Sleepy! Reader

You were dozing off, Jax’s words nothing more that a distant buzz. This couch was so comfy… Your eyelids drooped and you leaned in- “Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” You jolt, sitting upright once more, “Huh?”

“Of course not,” Jax rolls his eyes, “why would you? It’s not like we were having a conversation or anything.” You rub your eyes, yawning a bit, “Sorry… What were you saying?”

He snorts and starts again, something about the food being the same old same old. His voice was so soothing, you couldnt help but close your eyes… Youre slipping into rest once more, sighing happily.

“Are you kidding?!” Jax lightly smacks you, and your eyes only open slightly, “S’rry… keep goin… like your voice…” you mumbled. Jax’s face flushed pink, caught entirely off guard.

He sighed, reaching out and tugging you into his lap. You were surprised, but his lap made for a nice pillow. You hummed, smiling a bit as you scooted into a comfortable position.

Jax began to talk again, this time not really talking about anything in particular. Just gossip or useless fun facts that came to mind, all the while twirling your hair in his fingers.

Once he was sure you’d drifted off to sleep for real, this time, he mumbled under his breath, “You’re really adorable, you know? I like you a lot…”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

help i have a crush and no guts to tell them. If convenient… some bruce wayne? Bruce is hotter. I am safer dreaming about fictional men than real ones. My crush miiiight know(im 20. WHY the heckkkkk do i even HAVE a crush). I made eye contact and immediately looked away. I literally couldnt be more suspicious. Im begging you to distract me.

Important note: i love love love your writing especially the other half. Which i know is over so im not asking for a continuation of that. But your bruce is enthralling. Also no pressure if youre not in a bruce writing mood.

listen

i hate to tell you/warn you

having a crush at 29 is just as if not more embarrassing. i sadly speak from experience

also what do you call it when Batman skips church

christian bale

"He's going to catch you."

"Catch me what? I'm not doing anything."

"You're staring."

"I am not staring," You insist, "I am...Looking in the direction of his vicinity."

"Well that vicinity is pretty narrow. Completely narrow. You're just looking at him, actually."

You pass a sidelong glance toward your best friend, eyes narrowing as she smiles sweetly at you.

"I'm just sayin'," She shrugs, "The more you stare at him, the more likely it is that he'll catch you."

"No way for him to catch me if there's nothing to catch—Oh, shit," You hurriedly whirl around as you see him twist toward you.

"I told you."

"Shut up!" You hiss. "Is he still looking?"

"Yep."

You groan, raising your drink to your lips and draining it. "I'm gonna go get another one. You wanna come?"

"I'm alright."

It's for the best, you decide. She was right, you've been way too blatant. But how many times are you going to be in the room with the Prince of Gotham, with the Bruce Wayne?

"Prosecco, please," You request, setting your empty glass down.

"It'll be a moment," The bartender warned. "We're waiting for a few bottles."

"Okay! No worries."

You're certain this is the only time that you would be in the same room as Wayne, so you may as well take a look, get your fill. There were whispers of him coming alone, instead of trotting out one of the models that he usually brings to these events. Maybe it was a last-minute acceptance, or he couldn't find anyone to come...Then again, you were certain that that was impossible. Hell, you'd cut off your right arm to say yes—Not that Bruce Wayne would ever ask you.

"Prosecco."

His voice makes you freeze, your eyes widening slightly as his sleeve brushes your arm.

"It'll be a moment, Mr. Wayne," The bartender frowns.

"S'alright."

You glance hesitantly toward him, offering a tight, flighty smile when you find him looking at you.

"Hi," He greets.

"Hi."

Oh god, what the hell is he doing, talking to you?

"Come here often?"

"...To the Natural History museum?" You flounder.

"Not exactly," He chuckles. "I meant to events like these."

"Oh—No. My friend had a plus one, so."

"Mm."

You nod. You should ask if he comes to many of these, right? But you know that he does—every appearance is highly publicized in the Gotham Gazette, US magazine, across gossip blogs and social media. Hell, you'd have to have been living under a rock to not know who he was.

But how can you ask questions without seeming like an ignorant simpleton or a weirdo? Will he think it's odd that you know he goes to these events? Will he think you're lying if you pretend to not know that he does?

You don't even know this man, so why does he make you so nervous?

"Flying solo on this one?"

It's out of your mouth before you can stop it, and—shit. You take in the way Bruce blinks, his lips tipping up with a small smile.

"I am. I accepted last-minute."

"No other way to spend your Friday night?"

"No other good way. It is for charity, after all."

"That's true," You smile. Oh, god look away now. Stop looking into his warm, dark eyes—Damn, how does he get you so hot with just a smile?

"Two proseccos." The two of you turn as the bartender speaks up, setting your drinks on the bar.

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

You take yours, ready to step away and say goodbye. You don't want to linger—but—

"Is your friend going to be missing you?" Bruce asks.

"Um..." You look around, spotting her speaking with one of her colleagues—one that you know she has a crush on. You huff a soft laughing, shaking your head. "No, definitely not."

"So she won't mind if I hold you up for a bit?"

Your heart leaps into your throat, brows creeping high.

"Hold me up? For what?"

"To talk, if you're interested." He holds his hand out for a shake. "Bruce Wayne."

And you can't keep it in anymore. He's introducing himself? You chuckle softly, shaking his hand.

"Yeah. I know."

[roach-works]

Hey, hope this isnt too random, but i absolutely love your "lesbian picnic quilt" and ive been wanting to make a quilt for my partner and i out of old ties, but couldnt find the right design until i found your quilt. Would you maybe be okay with me making a quilt off of yours? I totally get it if you dont want to!!!

hi there! im not sure where you got the idea that you're not allowed to use quilting patterns you see other people use without their express permission, but quilting is a traditional craft, and a huge part of passing along traditional crafts is in repeating the projects of those who have done the craft before you. not only do you not have to ask my permission, i have no right whatsoever to tell you not to do it, and if i was angry at you for doing it, i would be the asshole in that situation, not you.

if you see a quilt you like, you can make one of your own. you can copy it down to the color choices. you can lift patterns from books and shops by screencap and photocopy. you can go to a quilt museum and take pictures and go home and do it yourself. imitation has, for most of human history, been the best way of doing things.

quilting is a magnificent artform with some of the most brilliant and skilled artists working in the field that i've ever seen, but it's also the practice of making cool blankets out of scrap fabric, and a lot of the core material and techniques have been done and redone by decades, if not centuries, of women. you are not a thief or an intruder in this art, you are the next set of hands in line. do what you want forever.

anyway the pattern i used i took off this blog:

the fabric i used was 2 charm packs of "Homemade Homespuns" by Kansas Troubles Quilters for Moda Fabrics, which was a 2021 run that is unfortunately hard to source now because the pattern was woven right into the cotton and im gay for that.

but for a tie quilt, you should be alright sewing the fabric edge to edge then squaring it up into 5" or 6" blocks for the nine patches.

good luck!