#Cotton Canvas Belt

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[freshthoughts2020]

[pearlymel]

"We'll just have to blame the craftsman, and the moon."

Synopsis: just two lovers on a boat.. they might kiss..

Warnings: Zayne x afab! reader, fluff no smut but extremely suggestive, boob fondling, not really the continuation of his "moonlit dream" card, really short 0.6 words.

“Are you okay?” Zayne held you close to him when the boat shook slightly, causing him to rock forward towards you.

“Zayne...”

His heart fluttered with how sweetly his name sounded when it passed through the small gap from your parted lips, your eyelashes fluttering as you look at him.

Slowly, he leaned back to tilt your head upwards, “my love,” he whispered before his mouth covered yours in a series of tender kisses, his body practically molded against yours.

his thumb pressed your bottom lip, gently coaxing your mouth open as he claimed your lips once more. As soon as your lips parted slightly, Zayne took the liberty of slowly slipping his tongue in, gently caressing you. A low groan escaped his throat, the taste of you making the rational part of his mind slowly vanish.

He pressed himself against you, shifting a little so that your bodies were completely flush; your chests touching as he explored your mouth, a hand gently tugging the back of your hair as he continued the kiss. His other free hand trailed smoothly undo the cotton belt of your robes, your body tensed as you grabbed on to his sleeve. Zayne wanted more, and for the time being, he wouldn't hold back.

“Zayne—” you repeat softly. He was at a lost, he just wanted to spend some alone time together with you after days of having to carve jades. And now the way you quietly said his name? Tantalizing.

Zayne's hand trailed up the side of your hip, to your ribs, feeling every curve of your figure beneath the silken fabric. There was something about the way you quivered under his touch, the way your body arched into him, that stoked the fire burning deep within his chest.

his lips are now just above the swell of your breasts, his teeth grazing your skin.

"You might just push my limits," Zayne added lowly, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you, and your hand couldn't resist but take one side of his cheek to caresse it.

Your skin was an open canvas, and Zayne took the time to commit every inch of it to memory. He wanted to remember the way you tasted, the way you responded to his touch, the way you sounded when you were like this.

His lips continued to travel lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the slope of your shoulder, along your collarbone, slowly moving down towards your chest.

His hand finally made its way to your left breast, gently massaging the mound in his hand before giving it a squeeze, which immediately made you react, eyes half closed as you gasp. His thumb joins in, taking a hold of your hardened nipple to roll it in circles before pinching it, your lips sealed shut to conceal your whimper but to no avail.

“I adore you,” Zayne sighed like he was in heaven, his eyes glued to your face the entire time and you can't help but squeeze your legs together, making him chuckle.

“You're beautiful,” he continued, his lips now tending to your right forgotten breath, giving it a kiss and he didn't miss the way you shuddered. “Don’t you get bored?” You ask, jokingly. And before he could scold you for your words, you push him back completely, and he allows you. He would follow whatever you wanted to do, he worships the ground you walk on after all.

You then perched yourself on his lap, your chest window still very much open to his eyes, one glace down and the man's ears were already crimson red.

“Sweetheart, i have been obsessed with you since day one,” Zayne cleared his throat while keeping his chin up, his hands settling on your waist. “Perhaps i should've asked the craftsman to teach me how to carve the perfect jade to put on a ring.”

“oh you sweet man—” you take his face in your hands to pepper featherlight kisses on his cheek, nose, and lastly on his forehead, “my baby.” Your arms encircled around his neck to embrace him, his own arms were quick to react.

To stay here forever and forget about everything, it's all he ever needs, a dream or not.

"I'm..." Zayne takes his time to find the right words, his eyes slowly closing to rest his cheek on your shoulder, "... Really in love with you."

[raekensluver]

rekindled bonds (1)

INTRODUCTION, PART ONE, PART TWO.

description: your first case with the bau team turns out to be more intense than you had anticipated.

pairing: spencer reid x bau agent!fem!reader

contains: talks of typical criminal minds violence (abductions, serial murders, etc.), a little fluff at the end.

song rec: trouble by cage the elephant- "you know what they say, yeah, the wicked get no rest"

w.c: 3.8k

an: let me know if you want to be apart of the taglist for this series! not much reader x spencer (i got carried away, whoops), this is more of a filler chapter i suppose.

the hum of the plane's engines was a soothing white noise that filled the cabin, providing a stark contrast to the caffeine-fueled chatter that had filled the bau office mere hours ago. you looked out the small window, watching the clouds pass by like cotton balls painted onto the vast blue canvas of the sky.

derek morgan, your new colleague, took the seat beside you, his muscular frame fitting surprisingly well into the cramped space. "so, you two go way back, huh?" he asked, nodding towards spencer reid, who was deeply engrossed in a book sitting at a matching table across the aisle from the two of you.

you felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia bubbling up as you turned to face him. "yeah, we were inseparable when we were kids. can you believe it's been over a decade since we last saw each other?"

derek leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "small world, huh?" he said. "i can't even keep track of half my college buddies. but you two pick up right where you left off, like no time has passed at all."

you nodded, watching as spencer looked up from his book, catching your eye. a silent understanding passed between you, the kind that comes from years of shared secrets and stolen laughter. "it's like we have a mental shorthand," you said, turning back to derek. "spencer always knew what i was thinking, even before i did."

"sounds like you guys had quite the bond," said, his eyes flicking over to the young genius. "how'd you end up here, with all the brainiacs?"

you chuckled, feeling a sense of pride swell in your chest. "i studied psychology and criminology. got recruited right out of grad school."

derek raised an eyebrow. "impressive. so, what's your specialty?"

"profiling and interrogation techniques, mostly," you replied, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice. it was one thing to know you were capable; it was another to explain it to someone with years of experience under their belt. "i've always had a knack for understanding people, even when they don't want to be understood."

derek's smile grew wider. "you're gonna fit right in here, then." he clapped you on the shoulder before standing up, his tall, muscular frame casting a brief shadow over you. "welcome to the team. we're gonna need all the fresh perspectives we can get on this one."

his words of encouragement sent a jolt of excitement through your veins. "thanks, morgan," you said, as he made his way down the aisle to check in with the rest of the team. you watched him go, feeling a mix of pride and trepidation.

with a deep breath, you opened the case file that had been placed on the table in front of you. the cold, stark reality of the situation settled in your stomach like a rock. the smiling faces of the victims stared back at you from glossy photos, each one a silent plea for justice.

spencer looked up from his book, noticing the shift in your demeanor. "are you okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle inquiry in the buzz of the aircraft.

you nodded, but your eyes remained glued to the case file. "it's just… these people," you murmured, flipping through the pages. "i've studied cases like this before, but now it's real. we're going to be the ones trying to save them."

spencer closed his book and slid it aside, his gaze earnest and understanding. "i know it's tough, but you're not alone. we're all in this together."

you managed a small smile, grateful for his reassurance. "yeah, i know." you paused, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. "but it's just so… heavy."

spencer leaned across the aisle, his brown eyes searching yours. "it's okay to feel that way," he said softly. "this job, it's not easy. it's not supposed to be. but we do it because we can make a difference."

his words hung in the air, resonating with the solemn truth of your new reality. you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "you're right," you murmured, closing the file. "i just need to remember that."

two hours later, the plane touched down in chicago, the bustling city sprawling out beneath you like a patchwork quilt of steel and glass. as the team gathered their belongings and deplaned, you felt the weight of the case settle heavier on your shoulders. the adrenaline of reuniting with spencer had given way to the gravity of the task ahead.

once you arrived at the local precinct, you were ushered into a briefing room that smelled faintly of stale coffee and stress. rows of uniformed officers and detectives filled the space, their eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces of the bau team. spencer took a seat beside you, his hand briefly brushing against yours in a gesture of comfort.

the lead detective, a stern-looking woman with a no-nonsense attitude, began laying out extra details of the case. the victims were all young women, each found in a different part of the city, their bodies slashed in a way that suggested a twisted form of ritual. the mood grew heavier with each detail she shared, the air thick with the weight of unspoken fear and anger.

spencer's fingers tapped a rhythm on the armrest, his eyes distant as he listened intently. you knew that look; he was already piecing together the puzzle, his mind racing with hypotheses and theories. you felt a twinge of envy - his intellect was something you had always admired, but also something that had made you feel a bit like you were playing catch-up.

the briefing ended and the team dispersed to their designated tasks. as you and spencer headed to the local morgue, the stark reality of the case hit you like a cold slap in the face. the smell of antiseptic and the cold, sterile environment were a stark reminder of what was at stake.

the coroner, a middle-aged man with a gentle demeanor, led you to the first body. "this is the earliest victim," he said, pulling back the sheet. "same m.o. as the others." the sight was gruesome, but you steeled yourself, focusing on the details that could provide a clue to the killer's identity.

spencer leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he studied the pattern of the injuries. "the precision of the cuts suggests a certain level of experience or a professional background," he murmured. "possibly medical or military training."

the coroner nodded in agreement, his expression grim. "i noticed that as well. it's almost… surgical in nature."

you tried to keep your stomach from turning as you took in the gruesome sight. the precision of the cuts was unsettling, each one deliberate and calculated. "anything else that stands out to you, reid?"

spencer's eyes flitted over the body, his mind racing. "the lack of defensive wounds suggests that the victims were either taken by surprise or incapacitated before the attack. we should look into any reports of missing persons or unsolved abductions that fit the profile."

his phone buzzed in his pocket, the sound cutting through the heavy silence like a knife. he pulled it out, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the unfamiliar number. "excuse me," he murmured, stepping out of the room to answer.

his voice was tight with tension as he spoke. "reid."

spencer stepped back into the room, his expression a mask of professional calm, though his eyes had a haunted look to them. "we've got another one," he said, his voice low. "another abduction, same m.o."

you felt your stomach drop. "how recent?"

spencer checked his phone again. "less than two hours ago. the unsub is escalating."

you nodded, gritting your teeth. "we need to move fast."

spencer agreed, his eyes flashing with determination. "i'll have garcia run the latest intel through the system, see if we can find any connections or patterns."

you followed him out of the morgue, feeling the urgency of the situation pressing down on you like a physical force. as you made your way back to the precinct, the chilly wind cut through your jacket, a stark reminder of the race against time you were in.

once back at the precinct, spencer wasted no time in telling garcia what he neede from her. he dove into his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he sifted through the latest data she sent. you could see the gears in his mind turning, piecing together the puzzle of the unsub's behavior. the room was abuzz with activity, phones ringing and officers moving back and forth with new information, but the two of you remained in a bubble of focused concentration.

prentiss, called everyone to attention. "we need to identify the common link between these victims and find a way to predict where the unsub will strike next." her gaze landed on you. "you're our newest addition, what's your take?"

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on you. "the unsub seems to be targeting young women with a certain look, possibly similar to someone he has an obsession with or feels wronged by." you paused, glancing at spencer, who nodded in silent encouragement. "we should look into any recent events that might have triggered this spree - a breakup, job loss, or a significant anniversary."

prentiss nodded thoughtfully. "good point. let's get to work on that."

as the team dispersed to follow up on various leads, you and spencer remained at the board, surrounded by the stark images of the victims and the cold, hard facts of their cases. you felt a sudden pang of doubt, wondering if your theories would hold water in the face of such a cunning and elusive killer.

spencer, sensing your uncertainty, placed a hand on your shoulder. "we're going to catch him," he said, his voice steady and calm. "you just have to trust your instincts."

his confidence bolstered yours, and you nodded, rolling up your sleeves. together, you began to sift through the files, looking for any shred of information that could lead to the unsub's identity. as the hours ticked by, the tension in the room grew palpable. phones rang incessantly, and the murmur of hushed conversations filled the air.

finally, a break came in the form of a frantic call from the local pd. a suspect had been identified, a man named james conrad, with a history of stalking and assault. your heart raced as you and spencer grabbed your gear and followed the rest of the team to the suspect's house, the adrenaline making your senses sharp.

the neighborhood was eerily quiet, the only sounds the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant wail of a siren. the house was a small, nondescript bungalow, the kind that could easily blend into the suburban landscape if not for the squad cars that lined the street in front of it. as you approached, you could see the curtains twitching in the windows, a sign of life inside.

spencer's hand tightened on the grip of his gun as he scanned the area, his eyes missing nothing. "remember, we don't know what we're walking into," he murmured, his voice low and serious. "stay sharp."

you nodded, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you approached the house with the rest of the team. the silence was unnerving, broken only by the crunch of gravel underfoot and the occasional squawk of a distant bird. the house looked like any other on the block, but the knowledge of the horrors that could be occurring inside sent a shiver down your spine.

as the team fanned out, you and spencer took the lead, moving up the cracked concrete path to the front door. prentiss was on the phone with the local swat team, giving the final go-ahead for them to move in. the air was electric with tension, the kind that made your skin prickle and your pulse race.

spencer turned to you, his eyes intense. "we're going in low and fast. we need to find that girl." the gravity of the situation settled on your shoulders like a heavy cloak.

you nodded, feeling the cool metal of your gun pressing against your side. "got it."

with a swift nod from prentiss, the team moved into action. the door was kicked in, and you rushed inside, your senses on high alert. the house was cluttered, the air thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and something else, something that made your stomach turn. you moved quickly, following spencer's lead as he cleared each room with a practiced efficiency that spoke of years on the job.

the living room was a mess, newspapers and fast food containers scattered across the floor. the walls were covered in photos of the victims, their faces cut out and arranged in a disturbing mosaic of obsession. your eyes darted over the scene, searching for any sign of the latest abductee. your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a silent plea for her to be found alive.

spencer paused in the doorway to the kitchen, his gaze flicking to the basement door. "this way," he murmured, his voice tight with focus.

you followed him down the narrow staircase, the creaks echoing through the otherwise silent house. the basement was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of mold and despair. the walls were lined with shelves filled with books and knick-knacks, a stark contrast to the horrors you knew you might find.

spencer took point, his gun held steady in front of him. the beam of his flashlight bobbed as he moved, casting eerie shadows on the floor. your heart was racing, each step downward feeling like you were descending into the bowels of hell itself.

at the bottom of the stairs, you spotted a faint light coming from a room at the end of the hall. spencer gestured for you to stay put, his eyes never leaving the source of the light. with cat-like grace, he approached the door, listening intently. you could see his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, his focus absolute.

the seconds stretched out like hours as he reached for the doorknob. then, with a swift turn and a kick, the door flew open. a scream pierced the air, and you rushed in, your heart hammering in your chest.

the room was a twisted reflection of a doctor's office, with a makeshift operating table in the center. the latest victim, a young woman with matted hair and bruised eyes, was strapped down, her clothes torn and bloodied. she saw you and her cries grew louder, filled with hope and terror.

you sprinted to her side, tucking your gun into the waistband of your pants, your training kicking in as you quickly assessed her injuries. "you're safe now," you murmured, trying to soothe her as you worked to free her from the restraints. she flinched at your touch, but her eyes remained locked on yours, searching for the truth in your words.

spencer's voice was firm and steady. "we need to find james," he called over his shoulder. "he could still be in the house."

you nodded, taking a moment to reassure the victim. "help is on the way," you promised, your voice gentle as you worked to free her trembling form. "we're going to get you out of here."

spencer's voice grew more urgent as he called out to the rest of the team. "clear the upper floors and then head down here!" he ordered. "our unsub might still be in the house!"

you stayed with the victim, whispering comforting words as you worked to untie the complex knots that held her down. Her cries grew softer, and she nodded weakly as you assured her that help was on the way.

spencer's footsteps echoed up the stairs, his voice sharp with urgency as he called out to the rest of the team. "clear the upper floors, now! we need to find james before he escapes!" the thunder of boots on the floorboards above sent a shiver through the house, a stark reminder of the danger that still lurked.

you stayed with the victim, her eyes locked on yours as she clung to the promise of safety. you could feel the warmth of her tears on your hand as you continued to work at the knots. "it's okay," you murmured, your voice soothing despite the racing thoughts in your head. "you're going to be okay."

spencer's voice grew distant as he called the others down to join the search. "garcia, run a background check on james conrad. i need to know everything about him, now!" the urgency in his tone was palpable.

you managed to free the victim's last restraint, and she collapsed into your arms, sobbing with relief. "thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "thank you so much."

you held her tightly, feeling the tremors of fear and pain that wracked her body. "just stay with me," you murmured, stroking her hair. "help is coming."

spencer's voice grew more distant as he and the others moved through the house, their footsteps thundering above you. you heard the occasional crash, the sound of breaking glass, and muffled shouts as they searched room by room. the basement remained a cocoon of relative calm, the only sounds the victim's sobs and your own racing heart.

you managed to get her onto her feet, supporting her trembling legs. "we need to get out of here," you whispered. "can you walk?"

she nodded, clutching onto you for dear life as you guided her towards the stairs. every step was a victory over fear, each one bringing her closer to freedom. as you reached the middle of the staircase, you heard a thud from upstairs, followed by a muffled shout. your heart leaped into your throat.

derek's voice, loud and clear, pierced the silence. "got him! he's down!"

relief washed over you as you helped the victim up the stairs, her legs wobbly but determined. the living room was in chaos, with the rest of the team surrounding a figure on the ground. derek had james conrad pinned to the floor, his toned arms holding his wrists tight as he snapped on the handcuffs. james' eyes were wild, a crazed grin stretched across his face as he laughed maniacally.

moments later, the wail of sirens grew louder, and you heard the thunder of footsteps as paramedics and county police officers flooded the house. their arrival brought a sense of order to the chaos, their calm professionalism a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the past few hours.

you handed the victim over to the medics with a silent prayer, watching as they worked to stabilize her. spencer took you aside, his eyes filled with concern. "are you okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle counterpoint to the cacophony around you.

you nodded, still feeling the tremors of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "yeah," you murmured, your voice shaky. "just… processing."

spencer's eyes searched yours, understanding written in the lines of his face. "you did good," he said, his voice firm and steady. "really good."

you managed a nod, the reality of what had just happened starting to set in. "thanks."

as the house was secured and the suspect was taken away, the team gathered their things, the adrenaline from the operation dissipating into a tired buzz. the sun was setting outside, casting long shadows across the floor. you followed spencer out to the waiting plane, feeling the weight of the day's events settle heavily on your shoulders.

once aboard, the atmosphere was subdued. the usual banter and camaraderie had been replaced by quiet contemplation. the team had faced the grim reality of their job and come out the other side, victorious but haunted.

spencer sat beside you, his eyes still scanning the case file, his mind clearly racing. his hand brushed against yours, a silent comfort that spoke volumes. you studied his profile, the sharp lines of his nose and jaw, the furrow of his brow as he focused on the information before him.

prentiss looked up from her own paperwork, her expression a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "good work today, everyone," she said, her voice sharp but sincere. "especially you, agent. you handled yourself well under pressure, especially considering this was your first case." she said acknowledging you.

you felt a flush of pride at her words, but it was quickly followed by a wave of fatigue. the adrenaline was wearing off, leaving you feeling drained and a little overwhelmed. "thank you," you replied, your voice a little shakier than you would have liked.

spencer looked up from his paperwork, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle concern. "how are you holding up?" he asked, his voice low.

you took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. "i'm okay," you said, the tremor in your voice belying your words. "just… it's a lot to take in."

spencer nodded, his gaze understanding. "it always is," he said softly. "but you did great. you saved her life."

you leaned your head against the cool plane window, watching the lights of chicago fade into the distance as the aircraft climbed into the night sky. the case was over, but the memories of the day lingered like a bad taste in your mouth. the faces of the victims, the smell of the basement, the terror in the young woman's eyes - it all played on a loop in your mind.

spencer noticed your withdrawal and reached over, grabbing your hand firmly in his. his thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the chill that had seeped into your bones. "it's okay to feel this way," he said gently, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the drone of the engines. "it's part of the job."

you looked down at your hand in his, feeling the strength and comfort that flowed through the connection. "i know," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "but it's just…"

spencer squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. "it's okay to feel overwhelmed," he said, his voice soothing. "this job… it's not for everyone. but you're here, and you're making a difference."

you took a deep breath, letting his words sink in. the warmth of his hand was grounding, a lifeline in the sea of doubt that threatened to pull you under. "thank you," you whispered, feeling a lump form in your throat.

spencer gave your hand a final squeeze before releasing it, turning back to his paperwork. "just remember, we're in this together," he said, his eyes never leaving the file in front of him. "no matter what happens, we've got each other's backs."

edited 8.26.24

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[wafflepatterns]

New sewing pattern <Kikyo> 3-in-1 Jacket

A new item is just released from Waffle Patterns. Meet the 3-in-1 Jacket <Kikyo> sewing pattern. This is a set of 3 items; an outdoor style jacket + zip-in/zip-out removable hood + zip-in/zip-out removable liner. Convenient and fun utility item for your trip, outdoor activity or daily use for all seasons!

You can make only an unlined utility jacket or a full set of items.

<design options>

-Jacket The jacket is unlined with a zipper+button opening. There are a lot of functional pockets. Please mix and combine the pocket designs as your usage.

The waist pockets have 2 kinds of hand-warmer layer designs. One is easy to sew patch type, and one is a welt type. The chest pocket designs are 2 types, too; flap+patch or zipper type.

My personal favourite is the zipper pocket on the chest and the sleeve pocket. I find they are very handy. I always put important things here like keyholders.

There are other functional details like a back belt, sleeve pleats, or shoulder tabs. You can skip some details.

The fit is loose-regular for room of the removable liner.

-Removable Liner The liner is zip-in / zip-out type. You can attach it to the shell at the front facing with zippers supported by small buttons and elastic loops.

It has a pocket and you can use as an inside pocket.

Of course, you can skip the liner. But it is very fun to add! And pretty easy to sew compared to the shell.

Btw, it is not really impossible to wear this liner as a jacket, especially if you make both inside and out clean. But the front area of the fitting goes off, so I do not recommend it officially.

-Removable Hood The zip-in / zip-out removable hood is lined and has a front button opening. You can attach it to the shell at the neckline on the collar by a zipper. The zipper is attached to the inside of the hood, so the hood layer comes outside of the garment. I found it is functional because when it rains, the rainwater should not sit between the layer of the Collar and hood. It has a string, but you can skip this.

Please make your creative style by mixing your favourite details!

<fabric recommendation>

<Shell> The pattern is drafted for woven fabrics. Light to medium weight durable but not too stiff woven jacket fabrics are recommended. like denim, gabardine, twill, canvas, etc.

Please consider the fabric with some body because it has to support the removable liner.

If your fabric is very thick/stiff, please consider using other lighter fabrics partly to avoid the thick layers, like pocket flaps or layered pocket parts.

Please choose a suitable one for your design intention and how you want to wear it. I strongly recommend checking with actual samples.

<Lining for shell> The hood and the pocket bags use lining fabric. Normal lining fabrics like plain cotton or acetate will work, but functional ones like quilted or faux fur will be fun, too.

<Removable liner> The liner constructed from; -Lining fabric(outside) -Thermal lining fabric (inside when you wear)

-Lining fabric(outside) Light weight lining fabric with a smooth texture will work like plain cotton or acetate etc.

-Thermal lining fabric (inside when you wear) Consider fabric like thin quilt, light weight fleece, flannel, or light faux fur, etc.

I recommend avoiding too heavy fabrics which cannot be supported by the shell. I made one with boiled wool. It is very warm but a bit heavy. A thick quilt may be too much volume. If you want to go with a volumy liner, maybe going 1-2 size up is a better idea.

For flannel and fleece versions, I used slippery fabric for the sleeve parts of the inside liner for comfort, but maybe no need to do that depending on your intention. If you use thick or fluffy fabric and worry about comfort about this part, please remember slippery fabrics are a safer choice.

<Sample fabrics in the photos> Here is a fabric list I used for the samples. I could not get all the shops which I bought from because some are too old or from wholesalers.

- Brick orange x plaid Shell ; cotton mixed twill Liner (thermal inside) ; wool mixed flannel Liner (outside) ; plain cotton lining

- Yellow sample Shell ; light weight water repellent outdoor fabric (from kniphal.nl) I think it is not for garments originally, but not very thick so it still worked. Liner (thermal inside) ; thin pre-quilted (thin insulation like under 80g backed with satin) Liner (outside) ; plain cotton lining

- khaki sample Shell ; cotton mixed twill (from nnstoffen.nl) Liner (thermal inside) ; light fleece (from nnstoffen.nl) Liner (outside) ; plain cotton lining

The fabric choice all depends on your design intention and how you want to wear it. I strongly recommend checking with actual samples as much as possible. Also researching store bought jackets will help your ideas.

<Size>

The fitting is loose-regular. I made just size for the yellow and khaki, but the orange one is one size smaller because the liner is thinner. I strongly recommend making a muslin for perfect fit. Some of my testers made 1 size larger with a mid-weight liner. If you use very fluffy volumy liner or want to wear thick sweater underneath, maybe considering 1-2 size larger is a good idea.

<Other materials>

-Zipper for attaching the liner I used general width (about 28mm) plastic teeth zippers. Because 2 zipper tapes come on the R-side facing(see the 1st photo), wide type zippers are not suitable.

-Zipper for attaching the hood This part is curved, so should be flexible. I used plastic teeth type and have no problem. Maybe some coil types are more flexible. But, I avoided coil type because I broke them often for some reason (maybe only me?)

Also, this jacket comes with many zipper tapes, I prefer plastic type because of the light weight.

-Other I attached the tabs on the pocket flaps. Those are pieces of folded twill tape(keperband).

<Other>

-Because the jacket is unlined, I finished the most seams with flat fell seam. If you do this, maybe it is better to add extra 2-3mm to the seam allowance. Some parts are not suitable for flat fell finish like bulky parts or armholes. I used bias tapes for armholes, and serger for bulky parts(like front yoke with flap).

-If you do not like visible zipper tapes, you can add twill tape or folded strips of shell fabric over the zipper tape.

-Some store bought jackets with a zip-on hood use a placket over the zipper. I think it is suitable if your fabric is thin. (I tried one and find too bulky)

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[skwivr]

Pretty proud of my handmade corset belt! This is my second attempt at a corset and the first time I like how it sits.

Made with a thrifted bolt of a mystery woven wool blend, with cotton canvas as the stabilizing layer, flexible metal bones for ribbing, and machine embroidered flowers I spent way too long working on.

[ratwithhands]

Decided to polish some jacket designs!

Emmet originally received a strait from the League after they thought he posed a safety risk to others and mandated him to wear it. Big surprise, they literally just went to a Unovan hospital and asked if they had any of the old jackets lying around. It's ill-fitting and unpleasant, not to mention the hasty edits they made to his uniform to act as a secondary restraint looks awful. As much as he is still operating as usual, having to walk around in the strait is humiliating and dehumanizing, especially because of the stares from other people.

Of course this crime against dignity and fashion had to be corrected, so Elesa called her designers and offered to make the League Council a more appropriate uniform for him. The only rule given was that it must still restrain as well as the original straitjacket, so Elesa ended up modelling the jacket after a vest and the secondary restraint after a double-breasted greatcoat. It's meant to look like clothing, more like everyday wear than something out of an asylum. It also uses hand covers (i.e. socks) instead of a grossly oversized sleeve to keep the hands restrained.

It resolves a lot of the issues Emmet had with the original, namely that it blends in with the crowd rather than making him stick out. It also has an air of professionalism and formality that the original didn't have. He's much more willing to wear it and keep it on, as well as being more comfortable in it.

I'm struggling to describe this in sentences so as for the differences:

League Straitjacket:

actual retired straitjacket from hospital storage

made of old canvas and leather

uses oversized belted sleeves to restrain arms

uses belts and buckles to restrain upper arms and tighten back

can't fit anything thicker than a tank top underneath

Elesa's Modified Straitvest:

bespoke articles custom tailored to Emmet's measurements

made from stiff cotton and fabric straps

uses belted cuffs and hand covers to restrain arms

uses straps and locking slide buckles to restrain upper arms and tighten back

able to fit a collared shirt underneath

Elesa's outfit also has the added bonus of being more breathable, soft, and being able to function as regular clothes.

Anyways bonus sketch comic:

Dignity restored.

[theseshipsshallsail]

WE DESERVE A SOFT EPILOGUE (MY LOVE)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63061414

Notes:

Happy Valentines Day, Peaches. Let get these two called by the same surname, shall we? ❤️

Virtually cloudless, a vivid, turquoise sky paints a winsome canvas beyond the Hotel Alexandria’s wrought-iron terrace. A dappled haze spills warm and inviting throughout the lavish suite, and basking in the sights and sounds of early-morning Egypt, Elio ignores the persistent protests of his traitorous bladder as he focuses instead on a trio of gulls soaring back and forth above the ancient city’s bustling port.

He’s loose-limbed and achy; two states thus synonymous with blissfully well-fucked. Straddling the Maginot line between lazy, bone-deep contentment, and feeling positively filthy for the peeling remnants of Oliver’s semen still prickling his inner thighs; robbing him of the tranquil suspension in which he’s languished these past twenty minutes. 

Ordinarily, there’s no rest for the wicked - not in a home filled with meddling housekeepers and ten-year-old brothers who’ve yet to master the art of knocking - but Elio smiles nonetheless as he eases his legs to the side of the mattress, pinches his tired eyelids to assuage his grumbling headache, then savours the gratifying pull of overtaxed muscles as he eases himself upright: each twinge and spasm born of a ravenous need the night before.

Next to him, Oliver’s a vision of Praxitelean proportions. Blond hair mussed from the constant carding of Elio’s fingers. Bunched cotton sheets barely clinging to his deliciously-rounded derriere as he sleeps the sleep of the recently debauched. It’s covetous, almost - the play of sunlight and shadow across his striking silhouette - and Elio can’t help the recurrent thrill that zips inside him when it glints off the simple gold band adorning his left hand.

An identical twin to his own: exchanged during a private ceremony in his mother’s beloved orchard. The two of them pledging themselves - body, mind, and soul - beneath an elegant chuppah of trailing orchids and pale-pink hydrangeas.

Across the room, their crisp, linen suits lie heaped atop Oliver’s Tourister: a somewhat respectable fate compared to the matching silk ties currently bound to the slatted headboard. There’s a leather belt draped over the vintage lampshade. A trio of socks dotting the Persian rug. Where the fourth disappeared to, Elio can’t recall, but neither of them were in the mood to unpack after their short-haul flight from Malpensa, and tiptoeing to the discarded suitcases he selects a slightly wrinkled dress shirt from the bottom of a teetering pile. 

Oliver’s, he realises, judging by the size, but the cocktail of fragrances that tickle his senses -

The sweet-orange spiciness of his favourite cologne. 

The earthy hints of beeswax from the Havdalah candle Little Ollie guarded so zealously.

The stale notes of perspiration, even, imbuing the unbuttoned collar.

- has him easing his arms within the baggy sleeves, regardless.

A quick trip to the bathroom alleviates his first problem - a scandalous lack of caffeine presents a second - and Elio’s just done pulling up a fresh pair of boxers when the other man stretches clear down to his toes, yawning his way into reluctant consciousness.

“Buongiorno, marito mio,” he says with a wink, because while the Italian legal system might not recognise their union, Elio’s too-full heart sure as hell does. “How’s the head?”

Oliver grunts. “Cursing my hubris,” he replies, dragging a palm over his face as Elio unearths some sparkling mineral water from the complimentary mini-bar. Micol, it transpires, could drink them both under the table, but self-preservation saw them swapping their Dry Martini’s for Aperol Spritzes in fairly short order. “And you?” Oliver rolls to his back, mimicking his playful tone. “Any regrets?”

Elio takes a restorative sip: carrying his own nascent hangover like a badge of honour. “Besides letting Jesse teach me the Cha-Cha Slide?”

“Besides that.”

“None at all,” he says with carefully crafted nonchalance. 

None that were in their power to fix, anyway, and while his father’s presence was sorely missed, his pride and approval suffused the moving service.

“I beseech thee by Zeus, the watcher of the harbour,” he quotes then, admiring the fifteenth century citadel through the arched, Palladian windows. “It’s hard to believe the old lighthouse once stood here,” Elio adds, breathing in the brackish breeze from the shoreline. “We should take a stroll, don’t you think?”

“Cavafy’s apartment doesn’t open ‘til noon,” Oliver agrees, wincing when an immense cruise ship blasts its horn. “We could have pastries on the esplanade, beforehand? Compare their apricot juice to Mafalda’s?” 

“Le blasphème!”

Along with the Great Library, itself, the Grecian wordsmith’s former home was now a literary tourist trap; an ad hoc museum that featured prominently in Oliver’s Poseidonian vigil of 1992.

“I was on sabbatical,” he’d explained a few weeks prior; several glossy travel brochures strewn about the kitchen table. “The proverbial ribbon cutting was November sixteenth.”

“My birthday.”

“Your birthday.” A beat. “I took it as a sign.”

Only the makeshift gallery felt drab and desultory, Oliver’d revealed later. The unnerving silence borderline suffocating amidst the pastiche furniture most likely salvaged from some abandoned storeroom. It reminded him of the famous poem, The Afternoon Sun. An especially poignant verse in which Cavafy recalled the grievous loss of a lover. But as Elio watches the local street vendorsunload their wares, he understands Oliver’s desire to revisit the melancholy scene. 

To experience it from a brand new perspective: no longer obfuscated by a life unlived. 

“What our esteemed housekeeper doesn’t know, can’t hurt her,” Oliver says then, skimming his knuckles just shy of his burgeoning erection, and all thoughts of decoding the unfamiliar coffee maker are duly ousted as he circles his cock with an idle grip. “Come back to bed?” 

Elio places the plastic bottle on the sill. “And you call me a dissolute…” 

“I call you a lot of things,” Oliver replies, meeting him smirk-for-smirk. “Strong-willed… dedicated… insatiableto a fault -”

“Cazzate…” If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. “Need I remind you…” Elio begins, propping a knee on the springy mattress. “...which of us kept the other up past three?”

Oliver captures his forearm. Presses a kiss to his fluttering pulse. “Need I remind you whose refractory period is practically non-existent?”

Elio snickers. “I’m forty. Not dead,” he says, so preoccupied by the raspy tongue tracing his life line he doesn’t even notice his waist’s been seized until he’s twisting backwards into the overstuffed pillows.

“I dreamed of you,” Oliver murmurs, clean-shaven chin grazing his heaving sternum. “The taste of your mouth… the blush on your cheeks… the bossy little demands when I’m buried to the hilt…”

Elio lets his legs spread-eagle as he proceeds to journey southwards. “Connard…”

“Precisely,” Oliver counters, paying particular attention to the metal studs adorning his pebbled nipples. “Over and over,” he insists, a cartographer, taking the lay of the land. “Pinning your wrists and grinding my hips. Thrust after thrust after thrust…" 

Elio shivers at the promise of what’s to come. “You're a tease, mon amour.”

“If the size nine fits…” Oliver retorts, tossing his underwear towards the slowly spinning ceiling fan.

The resultant slap of skin on skin is like music to his ears, and the sticky pearls of arousal that daub Elio’s naval have Oliver groaning hoarsely as he reaches his swollen glans. Licking. Sucking. Fondling his heavy balls until they draw up tight, only to hold him on edge by pushing three fingers into where he’s still slick and tender. 

“Look at you,” Oliver praises, tapping a deft ostinato against his thrumming prostate. “You’re exquisite, darling. Bellissimo. I don’t tell you enough.”

“Nonsense,” Elio dismisses, biting the Oxford’s cuff to muffle his moans. “You tell me every day.”

Compared to his brain, his physique, he thinks, is vastly inferior, but that doesn’t keep him from riding those skillful digits like the Palio di Siena. Each blessed touch pooling heat in his belly as the pleasure spikes, breaking over him like choppy waves on the docks outside.

Unsurprisingly, Elio loses himself in the blind rush of completion, yet when he finally blinks back to awareness Oliver’s peering up at him, dark-blond hair sticking to his sweat-damp forehead. Damn-near effervescent, he’s the epitome of smug congratulations, so Elio pulls him closer as he scrapes his teeth along the tendons of his neck, earning a plaintive whimper when he grasps the velvet steel of Oliver’s shaft, guiding him to his waiting entrance.

“Vieni dentro…”

Oliver shudders. “You’re sure?”

“Please,” he begs, thumbing the birthmark on his freckled shoulder.

He fills him so nicely, is the thing, and no matter the years since their unorthodox reunion, Elio wonders if he’ll ever reconcile just how well they fuse together. But then Oliver starts to move - measured as molasses, obstinate in his claiming - and it’s all desperate pleas and whispered encouragements from there on out.

Babbled into benevolent kisses.

Strangled into euphoric whines. 

They’re devastating - the gossamer gasps Oliver makes whilst rocking inside him - yet somehow the epitome of the bigger-than-this, more-than-us-ness that defines their complicatedhistory. 

Encompassing everything they are, were, and ultimately will be until Elio’s chanting his name like a berakhah. 

Vice-like arms wrapped securely around Oliver’s torso. 

His entire perception narrowed to the tremulous points of contact. 

Shamayim, he thinks, finding heaven in the relentless friction, and it’s only when he’s reduced to another come-soaked mess that Oliver chases his own release; cornflower-blue eyes shining brightly as he follows him to the stars.

[freshthoughts2020]

[holistic-girlhood]

Venus in Pisces – The Ethereal & Dreamy Muse

Venus in Pisces is all about romance, fluidity, and a soft, otherworldly beauty. This is the Venus sign that thrives on delicate fabrics, flowing silhouettes, and a sense of fantasy woven into everyday wear. Every stage of femininity here is about embracing softness, dreamlike details, and a touch of whimsy, making self-expression feel like a quiet, personal escape into something beautiful.

For those easing into femininity, Venus in Pisces provides a gentle, intuitive transition, ensuring self-expression feels natural, dreamy, and deeply personal.

Stage 1: Boi Mode – Soft, Relaxed & Slightly Romantic

This stage keeps things gentle and effortless, blending cozy, soft fabrics with a slightly poetic feel. The goal is understated romance without losing comfort.

Outfit:

• Top: Oversized knit sweater or soft henley in muted pastels or misty blues

• Bottom: Relaxed linen trousers or vintage-wash jeans with a slightly loose fit

• Jacket: Flowy cardigan or lightweight anorak in a watercolor-inspired tone

• Underwear: Breathable cotton boxer-briefs in light neutrals

• Shoes: Soft canvas sneakers or minimal leather loafers

• Accessories: Beaded bracelet, delicate chain necklace, simple woven belt

• Perfume: Diptyque – Eau Duelle (warm vanilla, soft spice, dreamy and subtle)

This look is easy, light, and quietly enchanting—soft enough to feel different but never too bold.

Stage 2: Slightly Femme – Flowing, Artistic & Quietly Enchanting

This stage introduces movement, soft shapes, and dreamlike details, making femininity feel effortless and poetic. The goal is to mix comfort with a sense of artistic expression.

Outfit:

• Top: Drapey blouse or fitted knit top in seafoam, lavender, or blush

• Bottom: Wide-leg trousers or relaxed pleated pants with soft movement

• Jacket: Sheer kimono-style cardigan or a cozy, oversized knit

• Underwear: Lace-trimmed bralette in misty gray or soft blue

• Shoes: Ballet flats or delicate ankle boots with a slightly vintage touch

• Accessories: Pearl earrings, layered dainty necklaces, crescent moon pendant

• Perfume: Gucci – A Chant for the Nymph (creamy floral, soft and romantic)

This look feels like a daydream—soft, flowing, and full of quiet magic.

Stage 3: Unapologetically Feminine – Ethereal, Romantic & Timelessly Soft

Venus in Pisces fully embraces whimsical, flowing silhouettes, delicate details, and an air of timeless romance. The key is fluid fabrics, soft embellishments, and an almost fairytale-like femininity.

Outfit:

• Top: Sheer off-the-shoulder blouse or draped silk camisole in pearl or soft lilac

• Bottom: Bias-cut satin midi skirt or flowy maxi with soft layers

• Jacket: Lightweight chiffon duster or delicate lace-trimmed wrap

• Underwear: Sheer lace lingerie in pale pink or soft ivory

• Shoes: Satin ballet flats or lace-up vintage-style heels

• Accessories: Delicate opal earrings, soft ribbon in the hair, small beaded clutch

• Perfume: Byredo – Blanche (light, fresh, like clean linen and soft florals)

This look feels like a dream, delicate and weightless, full of soft femininity and quiet romance.

Venus in Pisces thrives on beauty, imagination, and a touch of fantasy. Whether you’re keeping it casual and romantic, experimenting with soft textures, or fully stepping into ethereal elegance, the essence remains the same: flowing, poetic, and timelessly enchanting.

[impala-dreamer]

Cracks In The Plaster

A Supernatural Quickie

~After a long day in the car, Dean's got plans to relieve a little tension...~

Dean Winchester x Reader

763 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Rough and Yummy Motel Sex ;)

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God it hurts but it's also really fucking good the way he's ratcheting into you, every pull out lifting you off of the wall, every thrust slamming you back into it. The plaster is groaning nearly as loud as you are and the dusty wallpaper is threatening to curl around you. The motel room didn’t know what was in store when you checked in; truly, neither had you.

Dean had turned the key, stepped back to let you in, and then attacked out of nowhere. Hours on the road with your teasing smile and flirtatious side-glances had driven him wild and the beast inside took over as soon as the latch caught.

You were in his grasp before you knew what was happening, gasping as his plump, cracked lips locked onto your pulse and his strong arms twisting around you from behind. His right hand cupped your tits while the fingers of his left hand splayed across your soft belly, teasing at the hem of your jeans.

You could feel him growing hard against your ass, denim fighting denim, heat building, breaths matched in heaviness.

“Fuck, Dean,” you sighed, moaning as he gripped your right nipple hard and twisted it into a tight bud.

“Need you,” he growled, teeth leveled at your jaw. “Now.”

A thrust of his hips made your eyes roll and you shoved back against it, rubbing your ass over his caged erection.

“You got me, cowboy…” You pushed again and his hand slid up from your tits to your throat, fingers tigtening around the sides as he yanked your head back.

“You sure about that?” He squeezed and your eyes fluttered, breath stopped for a moment. “Because I’m not gonna let you go…” With a snap, he had your jeans open and his fingers crawled inside, pressing hard up against your throbbing cunt. “Ever.”

The next few minutes were a blur. Spinning in his arms, you let go, giving yourself over to his desires, his whim. Almost too quickly, he had your shirt off and your bottoms gone- fabric twisted and damp and tossed carelessly away. He left your bra on, enjoying the way your tits looked propped up when he turned the cotton cups down beneath. He dipped his head to taste your nipples, biting and suckling until your skin was on fire and each scrape of his teeth made you wince and moan in pleasure.

Pushing your fingers through his short hair, you tugged as best you could, egging him on, silently begging for more.

“Driving me nuts all day,” he slurred, tongue heavy with lust as he shoved you back against the ugly wall by the television. “Such a fuckin’ tease…” He whipped his belt away and tugged his jeans down, letting them fall around his bowed knees.

Breathless, you chewed on the corner of your mouth and batted your lashes up at him. “Who? Me?”

Giant hands grabbed at your face, fingers curling in your hair as he licked into your slick mouth. “You.” He grit, kissing his way across your face and back as he dropped his hands to your sides and lifted you up.

Feet off the ground, you wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping as the tip of his cock slammed against your clit. Dean groaned and rolled his hips, rubbing himself through your lips, coating his cock in your wetness.

“Please…”

He pressed his tongue between his front teeth, tipped his head down to look up at you through impossibly thick lashes. “Love it when you get all whiney and desperate for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, clinging to the canvas jacket and layers below. “Please, Dean… Please…”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “just like that…”

And now he’s really got you. The crack of his thighs against your ass makes your body ache, the racing, frantic thrust of his cock deep inside makes your mind melt. You struggle to hold on, hands clasped behind his neck, legs dandling, feet anchored on the plump globes of his ass.

The emerald of his eyes is nearly eclipsed by lustfilled pupils and he stares at you, panting, ruby lips parted and struggling, and fuck, it’s so good.

One, two, three, and you’re cumming hard on his cock; a pathetic cry muffled by his big palm. His eyes grind into yours and he pistons a little bit faster, a little bit harder, and you’re sure the wall is going to come down around you.

“Yes…” he groans, ready to plummet, holding back just long enough to really make himself insane. “Just. Like. That.”

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[wandaluvstacos]

I hath finally finished my coat. :) Just in time for hot weather lol. This thing took a long ass time because I'm an amateur and make a lot of mistakes but also the level of hand sewing I had to do got me through the entirety of the ATLA series lol.

Anyway, details:

The cloak is removable. I don't think it was originally supposed to be in the pattern but I realized how much of a headache it would save me if it was removable. I had to sew washers into it because the material is so thick that the cloak was sticking straight out instead of folding down over my shoulders.

The exterior is 100% recycled wool from Poland: https://www.woolsome.shop/product/wool-fabric-diamond-red-orange-wd-29-03/

The interior lining is damaged sari silk from India, so I got it for like $18 for 5 yards, which is pretty nice! https://www.ebay.com/str/sushilaart

The buttons are authentic horn from Lithuania: https://www.etsy.com/listing/652972697/brown-horn-buttons-with-rim-10-28-mm-4

I also had to buy a cotton interlining and horsehair canvas. I tried to keep the materials I used as organic (as in, not polyester) as possible. Outside of the recycled polyester interfacing, I achieved that (I even used 100% cotton thread).

It was not cheap; I ended up spending more money doing it myself than I would have just buying a coat, plus the many, many, many hours I sank into it, and it definitely doesn't look as nice as something professionally done, but there is a deep sense of satisfaction and joy in this coat that simply buying it would not have. I hope to wear this thing for many years, so hopefully it all works out in the end.

I am intending on making a matching belt. I bought some leather for the underside as well as a vintage 1930s belt buckle from france, cuz I'm sourcing every country on earth at this point lol.

Anyway, I made nearly the whole thing on my 1960s sewing machine, outside of any interlocking I had to do on my modern machine (it's not a true interlock stitch but it's good enough). Get yourself an old machine if you want to do thick wools like this (or pay a shit ton of money for a really nice modern machine). This thing saved me a lot of frustration.

[slightlymediocree]

Update 6: its done!!!!! Sort of.

I put in a new waistband, its kind of shitty but it is made of much sturdier stuff than the thin cotton voile it was previously. Im not sure what type of fabric it is, some kind of thick wool blend i think. I added a layer of thin canvas in between the fold to help it stand up because the voile waistband would fold when i bent over.

The belt/sash closure looks a bit chunky but thats just because my dress form's waist is a bit too large and it bunched up weirdly. You can sort of see the outline of the bones because i put them in very lazily. Overall im pretty happy with how it turned out!! I will definitely be incorporating each individual garment into my everyday wardrobe.

Link to the finished video coming soon!!

Date: 5/7/24

[nutty1005]

Cover Story: Be True · Be You

Original Article: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/owy5OKSTQ0GjUAMzBBbpcw Original Author: 嘉人 Marie Claire Translator’s note: The article will be published in the 307th Issue of Marie Clare for January 2024’s start of the year issue.

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold. -- “The Three Oddest Words” by Wisława Szymborska

Goose yellow leather short-sleeved jacket Dark brown cotton and linen long-sleeved shirt Dark brown trousers Brown canvas and leather belt Brown leather loafers All TOD’S

Boucheron Quatre Classique series bracelet, extra large Boucheron Quatre Classique series diamond-encrusted ear clips, large, for decoration Boucheron Quatre Classique series diamond earrings, small, for decoration Boucheron Quatre Classique series diamond ring, large All BOUCHERON

Xiao Zhan held up a handheld fan to dry the slightly seeping sweat because of the filming. When the photographer signaled the start, he stepped forward, stepped back, walked forward again, and continued to retreat. The props on his back were like airplanes, his eyes were constantly searching for the camera, like a mischievous child exploring an unknown world. Every cycle back and forth, he was thinking about the more refined possibilities between advancement and retreat.

It’s hard not to notice Xiao Zhan’s sense of propriety. When being interviewed, he had a catchphrase: “Can I say this?” Or, as if to confirm himself, “I can say it like this, right?” He also reflects on himself constantly. For example, he would repeatedly remind himself not to let his performance become habitual. Once he would get used to it, it will develop into terrible inertia. For example, he would often emphasize that he did not like to be mysterious for the sake of it, he might not understand many truths, but he would share only his sincere daily feelings. Another example, when he heard a crew member commenting that he was always “striving for excellence”, he responded that he had not yet reached “excellence” and only wanted to “strive”.

Xiao Zhan spoke slowly and eloquently, he did not have a thunderous and fiery personality. He chatted calmly and had the demeanor of a benevolent gentleman. He was not tense at all as well. He chatted about varied topics and when he got to the point where he was enjoying himself, he naturally leaned back on the chair and gently held his right leg with both hands. The content of the chat ranged from the unchanging emotions contained in the classic songs of the times to artificial intelligence (AI), his views on human beings, as well as his own performances and life experiences.

In 2023, 3 television dramas starring Xiao Zhan broadcasted one after another. He played the colorful and vivid forefather, the lonely and cold crown prince, and the newcomer who struggled in the workplace. Every time he entered a drama group, he would dream, about real scenes and real pressure related to filming. After the dream was over, he would immerse himself into the heart of the character and perform it, leaving vivid memories and feelings.

There is a ruler in the heart and a measurement outside his body. Appropriateness is Xiao Zhan’s internal perspective, an accurate view towards work, life and he himself. Outside of the measurements is Xiao Zhan’s external perspective, the perceptive understanding of the past, time and space, and the world. Within the length of measurements, the heaven and earth appear naturally.

Within the Appropriateness: A truly lovable character will always have imperfections

3 television dramas have been aired and new dramas are being filmed. For actor Xiao Zhan, 2023 is a fruitful year.

Occasionally, when he looked back on his career as an actor, Xiao Zhan would be in a daze for a moment. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like he had been there for a long time. Almost every time when he filmed a drama, he always had a routine: dreaming. He dreamed about memorizing lines, dreamed about going through the scenes with the director, he would even dream about taking a math test, but could not solve any of the questions on the paper, then waking up with a start.

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Xiao Zhan felt that this was caused by pressure, and he accepted it calmly. Perhaps there was another reason, deep down in his heart, he did not regard himself as an experienced actor, but always placed himself in the position of a newcomer, with an attitude of learning and exploration. Therefore, every time he would go to a drama group, he always had the experience of starting all over again.

Xiao Zhan was very wary of becoming habitual. Sometimes he would also advise himself not to give himself so much pressure, not to overthink, and to try to be more relaxed. But once he realized that he had started to rely on performance models, experiences and habits, he would again remind himself that taking things for granted would be dangerous. After a long period of habits, inertia would occur, and inertia would lead to “taking things for granted”. Therefore, every time he would interpret a role, he would always have to gain some freshness.

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Xiao Chunsheng in “Where Dreams Begin / The Youth Memories” was a character full of freshness. Because, there were extremely obvious differences between him and Xiao Zhan himself. Xiao Chunsheng was a youth in Beijing in the 1970s, which was completely different from era and environment in which Xiao Zhan grew up.

Military coats, 28″ wheels bicycles, the ice surface of Shichahai, and the transformation from a youth to a middle-aged entrepreneur, all of these were not familiar to Xiao Zhan. To this day, there were still “traces” of Xiao Chunsheng in Xiao Zhan: when it came to the character Chen Hongjun in the play, he would always say “Hong Jun’er”. Those Beijing accents, the “er” epenthesis, the “aiyoeh” and “whoa” exclamations that he practiced when filming started were all words on Xiao Zhan’s lips.

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The language, objects and period were still alright, but for Xiao Zhan, the biggest difference from Xiao Chunsheng was his personality. He is an introvert who enjoys being alone, while Xiao Chunsheng was the complete opposite, he would make many friends and overly loved to socialize. Based on today’s standards, this extreme enthusiasm often meant a lack of a sense of boundaries. “The times are developing faster and faster. Today’s youths are living a fast-paced life and will not easily cross the boundaries of getting along.” Xiao Zhan commented, “But Xiao Chunsheng is an extremely meddlesome person, so it is easy to offend others.” When he read the script, he was quite intimidated by this role and felt that it would be difficult to act him as a likeable person. But after hesitating for a long time, a thought suddenly caught his attention: perhaps, the qualities we were hesitant about today contained exactly what we need.

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Fresh and vivid, this was Xiao Zhan’s summary of Xiao Chunsheng and his contemporaries. “Hate is hate. Like is like. Don’t you think each of their colors are particularly fresh and vivid?” he asked. Even now, when thinking back to some scenes in “Where Dreams Begin / The Youth Memories”, he still felt that the characters were shining brightly, they were vivid and brilliant.

After playing Xiao Chunsheng, a person who was far away from current values, Xiao Zhan also gained something in terms of mentality: do not be afraid of making mistakes. He said: “A truly lovable character will always have imperfections.” During the filming, he once asked the director if it was particularly annoying for Xiao Chunsheng to worry so much about others. The director told him that it was precisely because of this “annoyance” that he was Xiao Chunsheng, and “annoyance” was his charm.

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The director’s words suddenly enlightened Xiao Zhan, sometimes he would fall into a strange loop, hoping to avoid and correct the imperfections of the character. “When you change it like this, the character himself loses his charm.” Xiao Zhan said, “So I think I should not be afraid when doing homework for the character, if he is enthusiastic then he should be enthusiastic, if he crosses the boundary then he should. If I always have to consider the character’s shortcomings, thinking about what will happen if the audience scolds me, then it will be difficult to act.” Because, actors play characters, not personalities.

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Not being afraid of flaws, to some extent, also meant the courage and ability to seek truth. “Sunshine By My Side” was Xiao Zhan’s first appearance in an urban workplace drama. His reason for taking on this drama was simple: modern dramas are too close to reality and everyone is living it, therefore it is difficult to perform it such that everyone believes it. Because he was not sure and confident, he firmly believed that he would learn something after “gnawing” it down. Thus, the character Sheng Yang came into being.

“Sunshine By My Side” made Xiao Zhan realize that urban dramas relied heavily on the cooperation between actors. Because it was more life-like, every detail would not be set in stone, and the lines and performances would be slightly adjusted. “We are all living people, we do not exist to maintain a persona. What everyone does, says and expresses, the emotions are all natural, reasonable, and flowing. If you change, my performance will also change accordingly.” Xiao Zhan said, this kind of creative coupling eliminates the possibility of actors being rigid and mechanical, hence it is a fresh and fun experience.

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Sheng Yang was a designer, which happened to be the job that Xiao Zhan had done before. With personal experience, flexibility during performance could be guaranteed. “When Sheng Yang wanted to draw the design sketches, I would really draw them there. Sometimes I would tell them, art director, your layers seem to be locked and I can’t move them.” Xiao Zhan recalled, “Because it was my own life, so I was more skilled at it. Can I say that? Alright.” He never forgot his sense of appropriateness even when it came to his true feelings.

Xiao Zhan was no stranger to fantasy themed dramas. “The Longest Promise” was the most recent example. For him, acting in a drama with such an imaginary background requires a process of nothing to fruition. Facing a green screen, if he had to imagine extreme weather or breathtaking scenery, he needed to create it himself. As for whether his condition was realistic and whether the emotion was subtle enough, more often than not, he had to trust the evaluation made by the director behind the monitor.

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Whether it is a ancient costume drama or a contemporary drama, Xiao Zhan always had a clear understanding when facing the script and characters. “At any one time, there are only a few good things, which is why people always say that they could only be discovered and not sought.” He recalled his observations over the years, “Some scripts may be considered good by the industry, but the market feedback may not be so good. What is everyone’s definition of good? Is it good sales or good word-of-mouth? It’s hard to judge.” Therefore, what he could do now is to return to his own understanding and feelings and choose what he thought would be the best roles. As for what role he wanted to play the most, Xiao Zhan said: “I have been mentioning it for many years, an adorable and charming villain, if I get the chance.”

Outside of the Appropriateness: The emotions between people have never changed

When reading the script of “Where Dreams Begin / The Youth Memories”, Xiao Zhan’s mind would be filled with photos of his parents when they were young.

Dad was riding a bicycle and mom was sitting in the back seat, wearing a red skirt and a white shirt. When passing a big rock, my father took a photo of my mother as a souvenir. She smiled brilliantly at the camera, looking like a bright girl. When it was his turn to play the role of his parents in their youth, he tried his best to restore the freshness and even rashness of youth, he did not want to deliberately portray the story in a rigid and stern direction just because it was a story about his parents’ generation.

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Regarding time, Xiao Zhan seemed to have a special sense and understanding. He was sentimental and nostalgic. No matter whether he would be singing in variety shows or event, or listening to them in private, he always had a preference for old songs. They were memorable, rich in meaning, and gave him space to think.

When he was a child, he did not have much pocket money, so Xiao Zhan would either go to the video store to rent CDs, or exchange CDs and tapes with his classmates. He could still remember the prices clearly even now. To this day, he still had the CD player and Walkman he used back then in his home. Sometimes, he would return to wired headphones because they are convenient and easy to find. In the dead of night, he would occasionally think of the things that were gradually fading in the torrent of time. He was alone, with his heart flowing, this was his comfortable state.

Xiao Zhan said that he was a very homely person and when he had spare time at home, he would just work out or watch movies. He never regarded watching movies as a task, any genre, he would watch them all, regardless whether they were popular commercial movies or niche art films. Recently, he watched “Anatomy of a Fall”, which was the best film at the 2023 Cannes International Film Festival.

Around New Year, he would often revisit “Love Actually” and watch it again every two or three years. The reason was also very straightforward, the family, love, and friendship in the movie all conveyed truth, goodness and beauty, which warmed people’s hearts when watching them.

“Don’t you think that the emotions between people have never changed? Old movies will always be unearthed and watched, and old songs will always be repeatedly heard, because the emotions sung by truly classic works remain unchanged throughout the ages. Only sincerity can move people.” Xiao Zhan seemed to have a sudden inspiration and compared it with AI, “I think AI cannot replace humans. Maybe its technology can one day surpass the limits of humans, but that kind of complex emotions, humans far surpass computers. It can be said that humans are the most accurate, mysterious, and complex supercomputers.”

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Xiao Zhan would pay attention to AI, just like how he would pay attention to all new things in the world that are deeply related to people. He watched the news and read things written by AI, the depth of thought and logic of thinking made him feel incredible. Perhaps, in some job competitions, the threat of AI to human beings would already be close at hand, but he still firmly believed that AI could not replace face-to-face communication between people, whether it is immediacy or complexity.

When these distant concerns about new things were temporarily put aside, Xiao Zhan also had his own expectations for the world.

When filming “Ace Troops” a few years ago, in order to portray the image of a soldier who was concerned with the nation, Xiao Zhan observed and trained in the army for more than a week. He got up at five or six in the morning every day and ate and lived with the soldiers. After performing this drama, he felt deeply about the cruelty of war and understood the hard-won peace. “I cherish my current life more, this is the truth.” Xiao Zhan said. Therefore, the current vision for world peace, might also be related to countless people in infinite distances away.

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Regarding his own expectations, Xiao Zhan outlined it more simply: “I have done very well in 2023, I hope I can maintain it.” After thinking for a while, he added: “In 2024, I hope to love myself more, care more about my own feelings and thoughts. This sentence is not only for myself, but also for everyone.”

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In Xiao Zhan’s heart, his person on screen is different from his person in real life. In private, he will not polish himself too much, nor will he dress too glamorously, he just wants to be natural and true to himself.

“Just like the current chat, similar to this comfortable state, just keep to it. I won’t change my face and portray another person.” Xiao Zhan said, “It’s too tiring. Too tiring.” He repeated twice.

A poet wrote, “My heart is slightly larger than the entire universe.” Outside Xiao Zhan’s appropriateness, there is the restraint of “simplicity” and the vastness of “universe”.

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do you have any tips for someone who wants to make their own regalia? I've always wanted to make my own fancy shawl but I have no idea where to start 😞

Ive actually already posted some tips as well here, so go have a look at part one on tips and tricks for making regalia :) I'm still not especially good at sewing, but I HAVE done some fancy shawl designing & sewing before, & I know these tips and tricks from my family sewing a lot as well (so I have the information, but the success in execution on my part is still debatable dvdfudhf). So here's what I know:

There's actually some fancy shawl regalia patterns for sewing if you're not confident in designing the actual cut & style of the fabric yourself! Try find one if you'd like somewhere to have a template.

If you're more inclined to design something yourself, try sketching/coloring out some designs & color palettes. Even if you're using a template, having an idea for what colors you want for the designs & where will help a lot beforehand. Making something like a pinterest board for inspo can help (but remember not to directly & exactly copy designs you see on pre-existing fancy shawl regalias) like, what base color do you want your shawl to be? What about fringe? Is the skirt a different color? Stuff like that. Even play around with the same color palette but arranged differently. (Also, I suggest bringing your finalized design with you when you go shopping for fabric so you can get something as close as possible)

^connected to the above, but if you have a set color palette in mind, this could also help you with any matching beadwork. Beadwork could potentially be even more expensive than the rest of your outfit if you buy it separately or even if you bead it yourself (but this could depend on different things). So if you're like me & not bougie, then having a color palette set could help you accumulate beadwork overtime. Like you might buy one hair barrette for $20, then some earrings for $35, and then make your own hair ties: they won't be a matching set, but looking for beadwork of similar color palettes to your regalia will help bring it together. & don't worry, lots of dancers do this. Lots of dancers even have mismatching beadwork/accessories (like me lol). It's also not uncommon to have accessories that a sewn from fabric instead of beadwork/quillwork so you could do this too!

As mentioned in part one, if you don't have access to canvas or you just wanna save some money, you can use old jeans to cut up & use for things like your cape & vest, a cloth belt, & your leggings. Youd put your colored/chosen fabric on top of the jeans, & the jeans won't be seen. If you need, double up the jeans for stability/structure.

I suggest not skimping out & using jeans for moccasins (particularly the bottom) bc your footwear needs to be tough, and jeans will absolutely get demolished if you use them for moccasins. Use canvas and/or leather for moccasins, especially the bottom/soles.

You can pretty much use any fabric you want for your regalia, but satin/silks & cotton are probably the most common for fancy shawl dancers to use, and note that various other fabrics might come with their own pros and cons. Ideally you want something not too heavy, breathable, comfortable, and if you can, easily washable & iron safe. This just makes the sewing process a bit easier, and maintenance less hectic. But for things like the fabrics you might use for the designs on your shawl, go ham & use whatever you think looks pretty

General regalia sewing tips: I suggest making your skirt/dress length to about your calves if you want to show off your moccasins & leggings. Also, having a skirt that is wider at the bottom helps with leg movement & dancing. Make your shawl a bit longer than your actual spread arms length. Your ribbons/fringe can also be sewn up a little on the sides of your shawl rather than just the bottom. Remember to hem the raw edge of your fabric so it doesn't fray, either a folded or rolled em or bias tape works well.

Btw the "cape" is the part that hangs over your fancy shawl in the back, on your back, and its usually attached to your vest or is a yoke (so no vest, & this style usually incorporates a belt instead).

Plumes are very in fashion right now for fancy shawl dancers, but regular eagle feathers are also used, & were more popular in the earlier 2000s, so both work fine.

So I hope that helps!! Good luck!!