#GRAB YOUR STYLUS. thread.

[djhallyboo]

@pizzatrocious || i'd like to thank vincent for the unfathomable amount of psychic damage he's dealt me.

He blinks. "...YOU KNOW I'M ACTUALLY ARRESTIN' YOU, RIGHT? YOU'RE PROBABLY GONNA GO TO JAIL. SEE A JUDGE. GET A LAWYER. ALL THAT STUFF."

Not that he's making any moves to actually arrest Pizzahead, mind you. Even Tig Bop looks gobsmacked that this is actually happening.

"YOU TRYIN' TO BUTTER ME UP OR SOMETHIN', MR. PIZZAHEAD? SURE, I APPRECIATE A NICE HOMECOOKED MEAL AND ALL, BUT--"

[djhallyboo]

@vintagefeared learns that piracy is no party

"LISTEN UP, KIDDO! THAT SHADY WEBSITE IS MOST DEFINITELY ILLEGAL! SOFTWARE PIRACY IS A FEDERAL CRIME. THOSE GAMES YOU LIKE ALL HAVE TALENTED DEVELOPERS, CODERS, ARTISTS, AND MUSICIANS WORKIN' ON THEM TO MAKE THE BEST EXPERIENCE POSSIBLE. WHEN YOU PIRATE SOFTWARE, YOU'RE STOPPIN' THOSE PEOPLE FROM GETTING THE COMPENSATION THEY DESERVE. AS A HOST, IT BOILS MY BLOOD WHEN PEOPLE PIRATE MY GAME. I CAN'T PAY GOOD, HARD-WORKING EMPLOYEES LIKE MONTY MOLE A LIVIN' WAGE WITH PIRATES ABOUT!"

"NOT TO MENTION, THOSE PIRATED GAMES TAKE LONGER TO UPDATE AND RECEIVE BUG PATCHES. YOU COULD BE STUCK PLAYIN' A BUGGY, BROKEN GAME FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG BEFORE THE PIRATES UPDATE 'EM... AND WHO KNOWS IF THEY WILL?"

Hallyboo gives Lucas a pat on the shoulder, squeezing his shoulder. A bit too hard, yes, but not enough to hurt. He hands over what looks to be... a pen and paper?

"NOW I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU WROTE A SINCERE APOLOGY TO THE DEVELOPERS YOU STOLE FROM."

[fakegingerrights]

Paint Me a Picture

[a continuation of Shades of Blue. Rex x Reader, soulmate AU. Just wanted more fluff for him in this AU]

Your head snapped up as the door to your tiny, natborn quarters slid open, revealing the shadow of your soulmate framed with the light of the hall, blinking his eyes to help them adjust to the dimmed light in your room.

“You’re back.” You tossed your datapad and stylus aside in favor of hugging your… lover? Boyfriend?

Soulmate. Soulmate for now.

Rex returned your hug, tension he didn’t even realize he had melting away as you turned on the lights and pulled him into the room proper, shutting the door behind you.

Rex holds still patiently as you look him over for injuries, smiling as even the muted greys of your quarters appeared more vibrant when he was with you.

“I’m fine, Mesh’la. Your work is solid, and nothing went too wrong my first day back in the field.” Rex glanced at your datapad. “What were you working on?”

You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “Just looking at some photos. I have a collection of stuff I wanted to see before we ah… discovered each other. Like that pitstop on Felucia, I have a bunch of photos of the flora and landscapes we saw. They’re really pretty.”

“Can I see? Only if you want to that is-“ You cut Rex off before his anxiety got the better of him.

“Of course, Rex. I hoped to share them with you.” You grabbed your datapad and motioned for him to sit, which he did. As you flicked through your files, he hesitantly leaned closer to look over your shoulder. You chuckled softly, initiating contact and leaning into his side. Like the first time, that stolen night in his infirmary bed, you marveled at how the two of you fit together so perfectly, hard ridges of his muscles cradled in the bony slopes of your back and ribs.

The two of you oooohed and aaaahed over the photos, admiring the intricacies of color and hue and shading in their full glory on the screen of a datapad.

Rex paused on one you had asked Kix to take of you not long after joining with the 501st. It was a viewport down on the lower decks, looking out at a nebula that had been breathtaking even in achromatic hues, and now was even more brilliant.

Blue and turquoise and gold threaded through each other made a stunning visage, as you’re grinning out the viewport as you took it all in.

"I like this one." Rex said quietly. "I think blue is my favorite color."

You hum quietly and flip to the next photo, this one of a flower you had seen on Felucia. It was a pretty white, flecked with lavender. The throat of the flower was a deep crimson red, and thick sap clung to the petals in the center. It was... disconcerting.

"I don't think I like red that much." You murmur softly, quickly slipping past the picture and fighting down images of cracked plastoid, dark blood slick like oil slipping down between your fingers and in one shining moment blazing a glorious red that still made you shudder as you fought to make sure your newly discovered soulmate's heart was beating that-

The sound of your name jolted you out of your revery.

"Hmm? Sorry. I was lost in thought." You apologized. Rex was watching you with concern in his eyes.

“Are you ok?” He asked, sliding incrementally closer as he turned the datapad off. When you didn’t pull away he looped an arm around you and let you lean against him as you got a hold of yourself.

“I don’t think I like red.” You said after a second, laying your head on his shoulder. “Your blood is red. That was the first thing I noticed.”

Rex hummed softly. “It’s eh for me. I like it when it’s with other colors, but I don’t mind it on it’s own. I like the shade of the symbol on your armor.” He commented, relaxing at the contact.

“Wanna know something funny?” He asks after a second, picking up your hand and turning it over, running a thumb across the veins in your wrist. “I thought my blood was blue for a solid week after we found each other.”

This startles you so hard you snort. “What?” You ask incredulously, pulling back to look at him. Rex flushes softly.

“Well, look.” He holds his wrist up next to yours, pointing out the bluish veins. “That’s not red, is it? I mean, I always thought my veins were red when I saw in greyscale, and then I see them in this kinda blue purple color and I was so confused- stop laughing, I’m serious!” He pokes you in the side as you wheeze, dark cloud lifting from your mood rapidly. Rex rolls his eyes.

“Anyways, I always thought these were red, because blood was red, see? And my side where it was all stitched up was bruised this blue and black color, so I go to Kix thinking that something was wrong, just for him to laugh at me too and tell me that for whatever stupid reason, the walls of our veins are darker than the blood in them and that when blood pools under your skin it can turn blueish because of extra iron and coagulation and other medical words that are definitely not in my training. But yeah, I thought my blood was blue for a while.” He huffs, then chuckles with you. “Hey, that would be pretty cool though. Bleeding Five-Oh-First blue. I could brag to Cody that I bled my battalion color.”

You’ve rolled out of his grasp at this point, laying back on your bunk as you try to catch your breath. “You-hah, you seriously thought your blood was blue?” You giggle. Rex just pouts and elbows you fondly.

“Laugh it up, sure. I’ll bet you had a color that surprised you too.” He looked at you expectantly.

You think for a second, then make a face. “I dunno… I guess I was expecting the jedi to be more colorful with how they dress. Commander Tano aside. They’re all about serenity and hope, and colors are so pretty you’d think they’d wear more of them to make others smile but instead they wear black and tan and white.”

Rex nods along. “Right? They have a whole spectrum and they choose the most boring colors. Did you know even our white armor is actually really colorful even before we paint it?” He asks. You tilt your head at him.

“No, it’s white?”

Rex is already shaking his head. “No, see the Kaminoans can see into the ultraviolet spectrum, right? So while all we see is clinical white they apparently have all of Kamino all these shades of colors we can’t see. Our armor is something like eight different colors that tell our rank and what generation we are and what batch we were in, and so on. And Kaminoans are colorful too. Kix translated some of the pictures into the visible light for us and they’re covered in stripes and spots and markings and tattoos denoting their work and achievements in all these colors only they can see.”

“Ok” You admit, “For stub nosed, stuck up slave drivers, that is kinda cool.”

Rex laughs at this. “I know, right?”

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, him laying down next to you.

“You know,” You speak up after a stretch, breaking the warm stillness, “I don’t get the deal with pink.”

“Pink?” Rex looks at you, confused.

“Yeah. So apparently Pink is such a big deal to natborn girls. It’s supposed to be our favorite color and boys are supposed to like blue and I don’t get it. It’s either so desaturated it’s boring, or it’s so bright it hurts your eyes.” You complain. Rex thinks about it for a second.

“Well, I know I fall into the stereotype for liking blue, but I think pink is nice too.” He admits, looking over at you.

“Why?”

To answer your question, he leans over and kisses you. “Because that’s the color you turn when I do that.” He grins cheekily. You shove him playfully, mindful of his still healing side.

“Hey! I can’t control that! It’s a natural response when an attractive person kisses you without warning!” It’s Rex’s turn to flush, his copper skin skipping pink and going rosy red. Suddenly, Red didn’t seem like such a bad color. The blush suites him.

“I’m a clone.” He says after a moment.

“You think that having brothers who look like you makes you less attractive? If you didn’t end up being my soulmate I probably would have asked you out eventually anyways.” You admit, snuggling into his side. His arms wrap around you and it feels natural. Right. This is where you were supposed to be, with him.

“Really? Even if there was a more perfect person out there for each of us?” He asks, resting his chin on your head.

“Impossible. We would have made it work.” You say firmly. “Besides. The universe knew better than to separate us.”

“That it did.” He’s silent for a long moment, and you almost think he’s dozed off before he speaks softly. “I know it doesn’t mean much because we’re already soulmates, but I think I love you.” He whispers as you turn around in his arms so you’re pressed chest to chest.

“…My parents weren’t soulmates.” You reveal, nuzzling into the space between his shoulder and neck. “Their soulmates both died young. They always taught me whether you’re a ‘perfect’ match for a person or not, love is always a choice.” You tip your head up and kiss the underside of his jaw. “I love you too.”

“I like that sentiment.” Rex murmurs, fumbling for a blanket and yawning. “Can we nap for a bit?”

“Mhm. I’ll set an alarm for dinner.” You relax into his arms, enjoying this moment.

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[blackkatmagic]

Hi! Firstly thank you so much for the joy you’ve brought us with your rarepairs and rare characters:D If you’re still taking prompts may I ask if you would consider expanding on the Feral/Cody storyline from the Jaster/Maul arranged marriage AU? I was fluctuating between cry laughing at Maul’s reaction to Jaster and actually crying over his genuine worry at how Cody must be treating Feral. Thank you!

“Queen Miraj is going to betray you,” Feral says, and Cody practically jumps out of his own skin.

Instantly, Feral winces, taking a step back as Cody spins, and dips his head, bends forward. “Sorry,” he says quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Cody stares at him for a moment, then groans, dropping the pad he was clearly about to throw on his desk. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, and there's a thread of humor to it that Feral used to miss, the first few weeks of their marriage.

Carefully, Feral takes a few steps forward, and when Cody doesn’t object, he pulls himself up onto the edge of the desk, leaning forward. “Sorry,” he says again. “I thought you’d heard me coming.”

“I never hear you coming,” Cody says, dry. “Start with that assumption.” His gaze flickers from Feral to the door, and he asks, “Can you put the privacy lock on?”

Feral raises a hand, a touch of concentration making the light click over to red, and pretends that Cody's flicker of deep interest isn't half the reason why he used the Force in the first place. Cody's warm sort of intrigue is always soft around the edges, kind, and—it feels good.

“I could wear a bell,” he suggests, smiling a little, and Cody snorts, leaning back in his chair as he considers Feral.

“Collars already?” he asks, bland, and when Feral huffs in embarrassment, glancing away, he smiles. Reaches out, hand curled over Feral’s knee, and it makes Feral entirely too aware of a bruise inches above his hand, left there by his mouth last night. Cody had made it clear he didn’t expect anything, that Feral wasn’t obligated, but—Cody is handsome, and Feral was lonely, and it was good. It felt good, and he likes this, this awareness of Cody that’s doubled and tripled in the hours since.

“If you want,” he says, and Cody slides a hand up his thigh, reaches up. The brush of his fingers over the base of Feral’s horns makes Feral shiver, and Cody's eyes are dark when he looks up at him.

“You took off the paint,” he says, thumb rubbing hypnotically across the curve of one of Feral’s larger horns.

“Bad for sneaking around,” Feral manages to say, though words are a little hard right now.

That makes Cody pause, and he looks Feral over again, then asks, “The queen?”

Feral tips his head in agreement. “I got into her palace,” he says. “Something about her prime minister made me uneasy. They're planning to sell you out to the Republic.”

Cody's lip curls. It’s almost a snarl, almost a Zabrak's expression. It’s almost Maul's expression, transposed and layered with a deeper sort of anger, and—Feral understands that. The life of a Nightbrother is one thing, but Cody and the rest of the clones have been fighting since they moment they came into existence. They were never supposed to exist, were created with stolen DNA by a Sith Lord who thought to play warmonger, and when they killed him they were left with nothing.

Leaning forward, unable to help himself, Feral kisses the snarl off Cody's mouth. Feels the twitch, the breath, and then Cody's hands come up to frame his face, pull him in and deepen it. Cody moans, soft, and Feral’s breath catches. He pushes in, gets his hands on the arms of Cody's chair and almost wants to slide forward, into his lap—

“Oh, kriff,” a voice says loudly, and Cody groans, just as loud and deeply aggrieved. Laughing, Feral breaks the kiss, pulling away and sitting up, and he’s just in time to see Rex slap a hand over his eyes. “Cody.”

“That door was locked,” Cody retorts, and catches Feral’s knees. Pulls, like making a statement, and Feral obligingly lets himself be hauled down, gets a knee on one side of Cody's thighs and sits down in his lap, pulling him in. Cody gladly kisses his jaw, then his throat, then drops his head to kiss the bruise on his collarbone, and says pointedly, “You're lucky you didn’t walk in five minutes later.”

“You're lucky I didn’t walk in five minutes later,” Rex says. “Don’t you have a bedroom? Don’t you think you should save that for later?”

“I think I'm married and you should keep your nose out of it,” Cody counters, and loops an arm around Feral’s lower back. Feral ducks his head, careful of his horns as he hides his smile in Cody's hair, and shivers at the feeling of callused fingers stroking up and down his spine. “And besides, this was a strategy meeting. Feral was just telling me about all the ways Queen Miraj is about to betray us.”

“Droid armies,” Feral says obediently, trying not to grin. “Admiral Trench has one of Dooku's droid armies and he and the queen are trying to arrange a trap for you. Miraj is worried you're going to sell her out to the Republic and reveal what she’s been doing.”

Rex's groan is all frustration. “That was not a strategy meeting, or I've been missing out on a lot—”

“You have been,” Cody says mercilessly. “How’s that bounty hunter you keep failing to catch? Antilles give you any good strategy meetings recently—”

“Shut your mouth, Cody, if the queen’s going to sell us out to Trench I think we’ve got bigger things to worry about—”

Cody snorts. “One more person out to get us when we’re already enemy number one to the Republic and rogue, immoral science experiments made from their heir apparent’s DNA to the Mandalorians. It’s not the end of the galaxy, Rex.”

Feral swallows, reaches up. He cups Cody's cheek, leans in. Doesn’t quite rest their foreheads together, even if he wants to, because it means a lot more to the clones than it does to a Zabrak. Even so, he kisses his temple, then says softly, “Mother Talzin might help you.”

Cody's grip tightens over his ribs. “She sold you into marriage,” he says flatly, and meets Feral’s gaze. “I heard your comm to her. About your brothers.”

Feral swallows, but doesn’t let himself waver. “And you accepted,” he reminds Cody gently. Sees the way he’s about to protest and shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter why you did. But the alliance is there. The Nightsisters can help with the Zygerrians.”

“No,” Cody says flatly. “Talzin’s not getting anything from me. I already took the most valuable thing she created, and I'm not giving it back.”

Feral’s breath hitches, and he ducks his head, feels Cody's arms tighten to draw him in. The fact that Cody can just say that, so openly and obviously—

It’s why he keeps using what he was taught for the clones’ sake, even when Cody tells him he doesn’t need to. Cody might not realize it, but Feral’s been waiting his whole life to find someone outside of his brothers to fight for. Maul and Savage will be all right; Savage is with a Jedi who would never hurt him, and Jaster Mereel seems like an honorable man, even in the face of Maul's prickly edges. But Cody needs what Feral can offer, and it’s a new feeling, something like a revelation.

“Good,” Feral says, soft, and Cody's hand smooths up his back, then down. There's a kiss pressed to his temple, a hand against his lower back—

Rex groans, holding his hands up. “Kriff, if you're going to be mushy—”

Even with Feral on his lap, Cody manages to grab a stylus, chuck it across the room, and peg Rex between the eyes without even having a clear line of sight. “Get lost, Rex,” he says, and Feral can't help but laugh, tucked into the curve of Cody's neck, pressed to his skin like a secret.

[On AO3]

[djhallyboo]

...You know, technically speaking DJ Hallyboo is Hudson Soft's fault. Nintendo probably isn't even aware he exists. But, eh, sure, they collaborated on Mario Party DS. He's not about to get into the semantics conversation.

"CAN'T SAY I'VE EVER PLAYED A GAME LIKE THAT BEFORE! OR... ANY GAME BESIDES MARIO PARTY DS, MARIO PARTY 8, OR FNF: MARIO'S MADNESS."

What? Just because he lives in a video game doesn't mean he plays them. He has two jobs.

" ... wait, this a nintendo thing? eh, i don't play nintendo games. you ever hear of ' civilization '? THAT is a game. "

[handmadecp]

‘Leaf’ Pouch, full Build along.

Hi guys, This week I’ve been busy with lots of little projects, all of which I will show on here all in good time. Also busy right now trying to go Self Employed with this which takes forever to sort out here in the uk because there ‘is’ help...but not much and what there is takes a long time to get, anyhoooo, moving on to the fun stuff. Some of you may have seen a few W.i.P’s added to keep you all up to date on whats actually going on, I hope you are enjoying the short snap shots through out the week, I thought it might grab your interest and also just to give you a quick taster of the coming blog.  So here it is, the ‘Leaf’ pouch build. This build is ok to try if you are a beginner...but probably more suits people wo have had some experience with stitching, dying, cutting with a swivel knife and tooling. I am now four years into my Journey into this amazing craft but still learning new stuff all the time, so although there will be projects that may seem a bit advanced for Beginners, I will still be alternating between the ‘Beginner’ projects, intermediate and advanced ( As I learn more I will share.) So , lets get on. I First Purchased for about £3.50 (Uk) from a great Lady goes by the name of ‘Downtoearthcreations’ you can find her on Youtube she is a prolific maker and sells some great patterns and has build along tutorials I’d advise you to go have a look, I then down loaded the Pattern.

First go to Downtoearthcreations on youtube, find the Leaf bag tutorial video and the purchase this pattern, it’s not expensive and is very easy to follow.

I then cut all the pieces out as shown here and stuck them together where needed with decorators paper tape....why?...coz that’s what I had, no other reason. then Transfer the pattern shapes to the leather of your choice, I used a 2-3 mm veg tan, it takes tooling well, but just be careful, it’s not very thick, don’t press the swivell knife too hard or else it will go right through, how do I know this...guess. Well that’s not hard to guess, Yes I cut through my first one, I’ve always said I will mention successes and failures on here, it’s the only way to learn I think.

For any really ‘New’ people who maybe don’t know yet what ‘Casing’ means I’ll quickly explain, it just means ‘wetting’ the leather to a ‘certain’ point of saturation..NOT..completely saturated as you might do for wet molding, but that’s a whole other thing. so for now just wet it evenly, whenever I wet leather I usually wet it all over , even the areas that I won’t be tooling, I have learned from other more experienced folk that if you only wet the area you need, you can end up with a ‘tide’ line and the water actually does darken the leather so when you come to dye it the will be a difference in shade between the area that was wetted and the one that wasn’t. some people don’t mind it...but personally, I wet it all over, your choice. Then you have to leave it until it almost looks dry again, then it’s ready for cutting and tooling. First you need to draw your veins on the leaf, you can free hand this part if you are confident enough or trace the given pattern with a ball point stylus tool or similar to get the pattern on the leather, then, use the swivell knife to cut in your design, adding any extra veins or cuts you might like. Take a Pear shader tool as shown above and using the bigger edge..’smash’...in a controlled way...the edges of the leaf as shown above..

Here you can see how I’ve gone all around the edges and basically flattened them, also here the ‘veins’ have been cut into the leather it’s now ready to tool it. You can leave it exactly like this as it will still look great but for a little extra ‘depth’ to the design I’m tooling mine.

Here I’ve decided after several ‘Coats of Looking at’..that I wanted the veins to really stand out so made a second cut as seen here,

Once the veins are all tooled with the beveler (Number B802) I dampened it a bit more..not a lot as before because it still retains some moisture and I just want to mould it a bit not soak it. (This molding is completely different to ‘Wet Molding’ as such, as with wet moulding you are shaping pouches and bags etc...this is just a thin leaf. If you do think you have over watered it, just leave it to dry off for a while at room temprature, don’t try putting it in the oven or under the grill or using a heat gun..as you will make it solid and brittle...again..yes..I know because I’ve done just that in the past, luckily..I do learn from my mistakes. I then manipulates the leaf into a more acceptable shape, I did this several times before getting a shape that pleased me.

Look closely you will notice I added some small ‘cuts’, just my own preference, you decide what you want if making one of these yourself.

I Layed down lots of paper, got myself gloved up, had some paper towels and old cloths handy, a small tub of water and a sponge, then I got out the Gel Antique dye, made by Eco-Flo. I decided on a Dark Brown. Couple of things here if you’ve never used Gel Antique dyes...firstly get some gloves on because this stuff will dye you and take weeks of hard scrubbing to get off. secondly, this is expensive stuff..for a reason, it actually works. I love it, but you have to get a whole bunch of it on your sponge to then spread it on your piece in circular motion as fast as you can..because then you need to get off the eccess with your towels, the reason is because the antique dyes go darker the longer its on, so get it on...get it off, if not dark enough for you then repeat until it is. this stuff also buffs up really nice. A good video on YT to watch is by a guy called Chuck Dorset at Weaver Leather Craft , go watch him first if you’ve never done this before. If it all looks a bit dark when you’ve finished don’t worry, antique gel dyes can be toned down by wiping with a ‘Damp’ cloth or sponge until it is a shade you like. You also don’t want this stuff on your clothes or furniture...you have been warned ( hahahaha ). Good luck...the  results are worth it.

See how it’s getting lighter as it dries out.

I Like to use a piece of Canvas cloth to buff up my projects, it almost Burnishes them as seen here. note how I’ve twisted some of the ends of the leaf points, the Lady at Backtoearthcreations taught me that neat little trick on her YT video...once again..I advise you go have a look you’ll enjoy it.

So now we need to think about the stitch holes, I’ve used quite a wide gapped stitch iron as you can see on the following pic’, this is so that when it’s stitched we get the ‘style’ that I want. keep going you’ll see at the end. First I put stitch holes in the front piece, then laid that in position and made the first four holes just to give me the opposite position. I did use a Divider to draw a line to keep my stitch holes straight if you zoom in on the next pic you can see the line, this will be hidden by the thread when finished.

I have also made a strap loop which comes with the pattern, my advice...make it slightly longer so that a 2″ belt will fit through it. it’s ok as is...if you just rivit it ‘flat’ but if you want the extra ‘look’ you get from bending the strap over as shown here it can get a bit tight...your choice. I used a couple antique brass rivits top and bottom to hold it in place. Oh..nearly forgot, by this stage I had already coated with resolene to ‘fix’ the dye, but I guess you can do it at the end too. I dyed the flap side of the pouch on the inside dark because if you twist the leaf points you can see the ‘flesh’ color, didn’t want that, but I left the inside of the front peace ‘flesh’ colored and untouched so that when searching in the pouch in bad light it helps to light the inside of the pouch a little, just another little tip I got from someone far more experienced which I’m happy to pass on to you. I would have left it all flesh colored if not for the leaf points.

I decided to use an antique brass snap stud as a fastener for this pouch, so punch the hole BEFORE you start putting it all together...it’s just easier. ( guess how I know ???...hahahaha...yup you guessed it..what can I say..I didn’t have people pointing this stuff out to me, but hopefully by sharing my mistakes it will save you from doing the same thing..)

Not everyone has a snap stud fitting machine but the hand tools are easy to learn.

Starting to look like a pouch a bit more now.

So, all the pieces are almost ready, just the Gusset to make now, I chose a soft leather in Maroon color as seen here, again I drew a line about a quarter inch in as a stitch hole guide. The gusset section is deliberately cut a bit longer than needed and will be trimmed once done.

Finally it’s time to stitch it all together, I chose a veg tan flesh colored Lace and I had to stitch it all by hand with nothing more than a scratch awl to widen the holes. ( As I didn’t have the necessary Flat Lacing needle at the time ) but I personally enjoy stitching without a needle. so, I lined up the gusset, at this point you may do well to have the ‘Down to earth’ Leaf Bag Tutorial on as she demonstrates quite well how to begin the stitch which is a little difficult for me to explain on here. Ok, so once you’ve watched how she starts the stitch off you are basically ‘away’ and just keep going to the end and tie off as shown on the YT instructional video.

Here you can see the scratch awl in my hand whilst I’m ‘gently’ pulling the Lacing tight. Use good quality lace as there’s nothing more annoying than it keep snapping when you tighten it.

Really starting to come together now, the contrast between the Maroon and the antique colors is amazing...well, to me at least. Here now you can see why I used a wide gap stitching iron for the holes, it leaves a nice gap between each stitch which adds to the over all look of the project.

Here I’m trying to show how I finished off the stitching on this side of the gusset. as I came through with the last four stitches I pulled extra thread through so I could widen them on the inside allowing me to back thread the lace as shown here, I then pulled it through and snipped it off.

Then I went back and pulled all of the four stitched tight to hold the cut off end tightly. there are more than four widened here but as you saw I threaded it through four, you can do two if you like but I felt that four would hold better.

I then just snipped the end .

I slotted it in place and ‘snapped it closed just to get an idea how it was looking and have to say I was very happy at this point.

Then it was on to side two.

Annnnd..’Voila’ one really nice Leaf Bag / Pouch suitable for every day wear if you are into that sort of thing, or Renaissance / Larping / fancy Dress / medievel / basically any kind of costume event even Steam Punk if you just added some Steam punky bits to it. Well guys there you have it another little project from our new workshop, many more still to come, I’ll keep showing little snap shots through out the week to give a taste of whats going on in the w/shop just to show what I’m getting up to. Hope you have enjoyed this build along set, also hope you have a go yourself and as always I’m free to answer any questions and always happy to receive constructive advice. I’m still not professional, still learning and still sharing it all after nearly four years...yes my little Blog will be four years old next month. Till next time then, Stay crafty and watch this space.

[hotheadhero]

The first thing Caspar realized when he woke up was: This isn’t my ceiling.

In another context, that might not be so alarming - every so often he’d crash on Linhardt’s bed instead of his own when he was just too worn out to climb the long flight of stairs back up - but what he saw above his head looked so completely unfamiliar to him that he promptly bolted upright in his bed.

He should have clocked himself into next week, he came at that too-hard, too-close steel-wooden frame so fast, but instead his head passed right on through and he was greeted with a field of pitch-black, glinting randomly in places like metal. Caspar squinted - somehow the simple reflex did much to improve his night vision, but still, none of it was anything he recognized. Packed cotton, thick twine here and there, and several heavy coiled springs interspersed throughout... If he didn’t know any better, he might think he’d ended up inside his own mattress somehow. A self-deprecating laugh escaped him, and he absentmindedly raised a hand to pinch himself. Some crazy dream, right? He’d never even seen a bed mattress be assembled; how would he know what one looks like inside--

No pinch. No pain. Caspar took one look down at himself, and screamed.

“SHIT, what--?!?” Shock and terror sent him flying into the rafters (higher than he had any right to be), and he realized that he’d never actually left his dorm room at all. What’s more, his sight was wreathed in faint glowing cyan and he was floating, digging incorporeal fingers into and through the planks as if doing so would keep him grounded in this world he’d so prematurely left. There was no body in his bed; the sheets were rumpled but showed no sign of having been slept in; and he was pretty sure there’d be no body underneath his bed even though he knew now that was where he’d woken up this morning. 

I’ve been turned into a ghost. The rest of him already knew it but his head and heart were still in denial. Still, there was little other way to explain this literal out-of-body experience. Only - where was his body? The one book he could recall ever reading about ghosts had said they were malevolent spirits chained to the world of the living by some lingering regret, usually embodied in some physical object that needed to be destroyed to release their prisoner. But what about reversing the spell? He didn’t want to go away just yet; he still had so much left to do! He hadn’t even managed to accomplish his dream!

“Oh, what do I do, what do I do, what do I DOOO--!!”

Frustration and panic tore from him in an unearthly sound he hadn’t even known he was capable of making. He could feel his heart - or whatever passed for it in this ghostly form - racing, literally threatening to blow him to pieces. Could ghosts even blow themselves apart with their own evil energy? Scratch that - he didn’t want to find out.

Caspar had never been known for restraining himself, but with his very life on the line, somehow he managed to wrestle his fear down to a low boil. Think, Caspar. There has to be some way out of this. This had to be a curse of some kind, right? Or a spell? He could brainstorm all he wanted, but only a mage could give him any definitive answers, and that was assuming they even knew what had caused this mischief in the first place. 

Hubert. Linhardt. Celica. One of those three had to be able to help him, right? Hell, he’d take anyone with a magical enough look to them, as long as he could sleep in his bed like a normal human again. Or eat. ... Oh, goddess, did ghosts get hungry? Would he ever get to enjoy the dining hall’s food again?!?

Fuck - That tearing sensation again--

No. Don’t get distracted. Try not to think about that... or the way you don’t need to open the door to go right through. Mage. Find one.

It was night out. Here and there a lamp-flame flickered. Silence. Odds were low that he’d find anybody wandering around campus right now, but maybe the library would have some answers. Or the mages’ dorm rooms. He didn’t know how long he had to reverse this, but time was short - either one of them would do. He’d simply have to try his luck.

...

Non-IC thoughts and rules below the cut.

Spontaneous April Fool’s writing, just because Caspar has a name-alike. Also, the mages named above are only there because Caspar has had canon and/or TOA interaction with them - I am by no means narrowing his interactions to just those three. If all this intrigues you, feel free to interact with ghost-Caspar however or with whoever. I’ll take asks, submits, or reblogs of this scene-setter/starter. Just be sure to get your ideas in my inbox, notices, or DMs before April 1, 11:59PM PST (might be flexible with long thread ideas). I left open where he goes first, but ghost Caspar can be found anywhere he normally hangs out as well as the above stated other locations. Or anywhere at all, really.

Given that this idea has only existed for as long as it took me to write this, I don’t have a lot of premeditated constraints for ghost Caspar other than the following:

He’s effectively made of mana/an energy-being here. If he’s stuck in this form too long, he may need to leech off someone’s magical (or life?!?) energy.

What happened to his body?!? Could be stolen or transmuted or something else entirely; you decide! (Or it might differ by interaction?)

At base, he looks like himself but glows faint cyan (like his hair, but electric). He’s easier to see at night and near impossible to see in day. Magically attuned people OR people observant enough to notice a “heat mirage” effect when the temperature really isn’t hot enough to have one may still be able to see him even in daylight, though.

If he gets too emotionally distressed, his form distorts and fuzzes out - think old TV static meets Photoshop Liquefy/Shear. Same happens to his voice - the latter scream could be likened to a banshee’s.

He can talk to anyone who sees him, or to anyone who doesn’t via dreams/possession. Possessing someone in broad daylight (e.g. to hold conversation, though theoretically it could be done to frighten someone?) might manifest physically, e.g. host feels their body temperature drop, or their eyes change color.

He can move physical objects if he concentrates. This might look like repeated attempts to grab/clench an object if you can see his full incorporeal form, or a cyan wisp of variable thickness/opacity if you can’t. 

Ironically, being made of pure mana here, he might have an easier time casting spells than he would normally. Too bad he has no affinity for dark magic. (Fire and wind could blow apart his form; he retains his fear of thunder and lightning; and he might be able to pull off a supremely weak “Sagittae” if it ever came up... e.g. one "arrow”, and more a stylus at that.) Nosferatu would come surprisingly easy thanks to the whole mana vampire HC.

[chaoskirin]

Short Story--Afraid

Luka deals with the aftermath of trauma by coming to terms with her fears. Letting go requires a trust that she barely feels ready to give. Genre: Sci-fi/Fantasy Rating: PG-13 for some blood/gore Word Count: 3689/10 pages

Okay to reblog.

Afraid

"What are you afraid of?" Vilo asked. He sat across from her in a high-backed chair, its style somewhere between ornate and common. Upholstered in scarlet, its wavy legs tapered downward into clawed feet. Luka counted the multitude of tiny brass studs on the edges of the cushions and the scratches in the gold leaf. She focused on the dangling red threads which had accumulated from years of use. None of that really mattered, but it did give her a reason to avoid answering the question.

"Luka."

"You ask this every week," she answered, glancing up at him. His stylus remained poised over his terminal.

"And I think it's time you answered," Vilo said, setting the terminal aside. He folded his hands on his lap, patient as ever, and offered a smile. When Luka met his eyes, she noticed the tell-tale green shine indicating his...

Condition.

All therics could see it. Some people got away with telling their friends and family that they had elvish blood to explain the strange cast to their eyes, but therics saw something deeper. Something no one else could see, which set them apart from everyone else. Vilo would never be able to deny what he was to Luka, no more than she could deny it to him.

It's why she chose him above all the others. He possessed a unique perspective that other therapists lacked. And sure, her mandated recovery and treatment plan involved seeking out a psychologist and coming to terms with her trauma, but Luka refused to settle for the in-house counselors the hospital threw at her. If she intended to recover, she was going to do it properly. And if that meant seeking out a theric--who also happened to be a counselor--in the next town over, that's just what she'd do.

But she hated that she could see that emerald shimmer. That emerald reminder...

"What do you want me to say?" she asked. "You know what I'm afraid of."

"I chose to become what I am," Vilo said. "You were attacked. I don't share your fears."

No one might ever suspect. He really could have had elvish blood, after all, with his long black hair and ashy skin. He was older, but not old. Sophisticated, with barely a hint of the tell-tale wrinkles and lines that might give away his age. He bore a sharp contrast to Luka, whose hair at one temple started coming in grey not a week after her mauling. She hadn't slept a full night in so long that the hollows around her eyes were permanently dark.

But Vilo's expression always held a gentle cast, which Luka found comforting even when her doubts started to take over. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why he'd chosen to give up long life and a successful career to become a monster.

No. He said she shouldn't think of therics as monsters. Shapeshifters could be dangerous if they wanted to be, but the general population didn't consider people like Vilo and Luka an outright threat. Sure, therics were held with some contempt and a healthy dose of suspicion, but they were no longer run out of town. They weren't considered beasts and horrors. People were wary, but not terrified.

Usually.

Luka wrapped her arms more tightly around herself.

"You seem tense. Are you in danger of shifting?" Vilo asked.

The gentle question drew Luka out of her thoughts, and she shook her head. "No. No, I have that under control." It had, after all, been half a year--or thereabouts--since she was attacked, and she hadn't accidentally shifted for the last couple months. "Anyway..." she added, trailing off as she tried to decide whether or not to go on. "I starve myself before our sessions--"

"Luka!"

"I don't want to take the chance, all right? It hurts!"

"Luka, if you have it under control, you need to trust yourself," Vilo said. "The emotion-fueled changes stop once your blood adapts. You're at that point. Please. You don't have to take extra precautions anymore. Especially not those that hurt you."

Her stomach growled in protest. Vilo sighed, pulled open his desk drawer, and retrieved a granola bar. "Even if you're afraid of Emosis, this is barely enough to fuel a change. Please. Is that also why you're tired?"

After a moment of hesitation, Luka accepted the offering, tearing open the paper wrapping as slowly as possible to avoid eating it. "If I'm tired... If there's not enough energy..."

Vilo pressed his lips together.

She supposed she shouldn't exhaust herself, either. "I can't sleep anyway. I always..." She trailed off, curling her lip.

Bitterly, she tore at the paper.

As soon as the scent of honey reached her nose, Luka could no longer resist. She'd pushed herself to the point of near-collapse. Everything within her screamed for relief. Somehow, the granola bar disappeared, though she barely remembered devouring it.

"Better?" Vilo asked.

"No," she snapped, petulant.

He chuckled. "Well, we've covered one fear. Promise you'll be fed and well-rested next time?"

Not one to lie, Luka said, "I'll think about it."

Vilo shrugged a bit and reached for his terminal. That was all the answer he'd get for now. "Well, then. I guess that's as good as I can ask for."

He waited. This was the part where she was supposed to talk.

Somehow, Luka felt that if she kept those fears inside, she could prevent them from becoming real. Even though he denied it, Vilo must have some idea of her worries. Every theric--from the most dangerous tiger to the sweetest, tamest deer--feared becoming feral, after all, and she knew she'd at least mentioned those fears in passing. How could she accept this terrifying reality without addressing those fears in detail?

Fine. Fine.

"If my friends find out..." she started.

She waited for Vilo to interject. He didn't.

"If they find out, there's people who... Well. Theric history..." Usually, Luka spoke with eloquence, if not a bit of sarcasm and bite. Today, though, words failed her. She imagined them as a torrent locked behind a dam, with only a tiny trickle spilling through a minute fissure. Her thoughts existed en masse, but there were far too many to properly express.

Break it down.

Carefully. Brick by brick.

"Back before people knew the cycle," she began, chipping away at the barrier. "When it all seemed random. When therics would... Go crazy."

"Feral," Vilo reminded her. "It's part of what we are. An avoidable part of what we are. But regardless, it's not crazy or insanity. No different than migrating birds, or the songs of whales."

Luka felt 'crazy' was a more appropriate descriptor. Sure, those who went feral didn't do so on purpose. They were at the whim of their very nature. But a feral theric was a deadly theric, no matter how you framed it, which meant she'd have to be careful for the rest of her life. Besides, 'crazy' seemed to be the term every non-theric preferred; perhaps if Luka labeled herself as such, the rest of the world would accept her?

But she'd play Vilo's game. "When they used to go feral, they'd kill people. That's what everyone remembers, isn't it? Everyone talks about Besef the Insane. Davir the Forest Shadow. Even the one who attacked me, they're calling him--"

"The one who attacked you," Vilo interrupted. "You're worried you'll become like him."

"If I forget," Luka agreed. "Just once. If I forget just once--I know it's not likely right now, but if I get too comfortable or too... complacent. In a few years, maybe..."

"Turn your fear into a warning," Vilo said. "Ground yourself with it. Use it to remind yourself of the rules. The limits."

"But if..." Luka repeated. "I could hurt someone. I could kill someone. And I'm a Null Magic, and--I mean people are afraid of spiders as it is. But a giant spider, with venom..."

"I can't say it will never happen. But that's why you're here. To learn. To temper your fears. To do your best to prevent it."

The fear manifested as a painful stinging in all her senses as tears tried to form. She bit down on her lip to force the emotion away. To bury it. "I could be so careful," she said. "But one little slip-up... If I trusted someone enough to tell them, they might not trust me anymore. They could leave. And if I shift in front of someone..."

"If someone learns about you and abandons you, were they worth knowing in the first place?"

"Maybe?" Luka muttered. "Some people don't know much about thericry. If they'd learn, maybe it'd be different. But if I wasn't goin' through this, I know I'd be just like everyone else. Thinking about old superstitions and the ones who've gone feral and... I've only just learned about all the advances and the treatments. But I can't ask anyone else to read everything I have. Even if I did, I could still end up alone."

Vilo was silent for a long time, then he asked again, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid he'll find out," Luka said, unbidden.

"Who?"

"Claey. My brother. My twin. I have this dream..." She shook her head, waving the sentiment away with a slash of one hand. "It's hard to describe. It's more like... I feel it."

"I am a mage of Nebula," Vilo said. "I find it comes in handy when my patients are dealing with traumatic dreams." He stood, grabbed the arms of his chair, and dragged it closer. The clawed feet made a gentle prrrrrt sound against the low-pile rug. Once he was a mere arm's reach away, he re-settled himself and held out his hand. "May I?"

"Will I see...?"

"I'm afraid so. Yes."

But she wouldn't have to describe it. She wouldn't have to tell it from her own perspective. To give it to an outside observer to interpret...

He withdrew his hand. "It's okay. When you're ready--"

"No," Luka interrupted. "I am. I just..."

He reached toward her again. As she took his hand, she felt a gentle peacefulness fall over her. Not quite sleep, but something just on its outskirts. Her breathing came easier for just a moment, before the swirls of pleasant color became something much darker.

---

Memories stored themselves in different ways, depending on whether you were a human, faun, harpy, or anything else, really. And each species had their own unique boundaries to navigate in order to get to those memories.

Nothing ever disappeared. Sentient minds contained more storage space than even the most sophisticated terminal. Had more processing power than a linked caustal server. The only thing that could rival a sentient mind in sheer wonder was another mind--the astrally-linked consciousness of a dragon. Such a wonderful computer had no need to delete its data; even at death, the natural mind would have room enough within its folds to store another ten lifetimes, each memory preserved as a pristine treasure.

It was one of the primary reasons Vilo studied Nebula's magic.

Even dreams remained in their full sensory splendor, tucked away within the deep subconscious. Sometimes he spent hours searching for them, following the faded trails of fear or concern or sometimes even resoluteness.

But Luka's dream swirled right at the forefront of her mind, so he only needed to coax the sharpness of it with the slightest thought.

Dreamsearching, as far as Vilo was concerned, came with a single unfortunate caveat: he always experienced everything through the perspective of the dream's originator. Better mages could create an invisible vessel for themselves within the dream and hide in plain sight, so as not to alter the memory of the person with whom they were dreamsearching. He wished he had that talent, but this would do.

And so he stared through Luka's eyes upon a trail of blood, which led down a hill and into a shadowy copse of trees. In all his years as a therapist, he'd never seen a more violent image.

He felt her concern and confusion and hesitation. As Vilo was a middling mage of Nebula at best, he could do nothing to block the dream from her. He tried, but as the image started to darken within his own sight, he gave up and allowed the dream to continue.

And so the horror played back as it always had, recurring in its entirety.

Week after week.

They passed a severed leg. An arm. All that was left of Luka's twin, according to the reports.

When they finally reached the treeline, Claey met them and prevented them from going further. Incomprehensibly, he still had both arms and both legs, which made a twisted sort of sense since Luka had never seen him otherwise. Dreams contradicted themselves terribly at times, like a poor liar caught in his own trap.

Bloodied and torn, Claey appeared as if he'd been through a grievous battle. His wounds shifted, like red-worm gashes meandering macabre paths across his skin. Occasionally, pearl-white bones would appear, glowing through the forest's shadow.

Neither Claey nor Luka said a word, but the understanding passed between them that this was Luka's fault. Had she not begged him to accompany her to collect the charged stones--glowing rocks suddenly appeared around them on the hill--this wouldn't have happened. They both knew a feral theric hunted the hill near their home, but Luka made them take that chance anyway. Selfish. Selfish Luka. Didn't you care about anyone else?

Claey extended an arm to point, an accusing scowl on his face. Behind him, in the darkest shadows of the trees, an indistinct, vaguely bear-shaped creature tore at him with serrated claws. Wherever the beast touched skin, parts of Claey would fade away into nothing. Eventually, he hung between the trees like a ghost, as the creature prowled around his faded remains.

"I will tell them about you," Claey finally said, his voice hollow. "I will warn them so this never happens again."

"I won't," Luka said. "I wouldn't..."

"I will tell them," he repeated. "It must not happen again."

"I'll be alone," Luka said.

And once more, Claey spoke. "I will tell everyone that you are a killer."

---

As the images faded, Luka had only enough energy to stare blankly ahead.

It took Vilo a few seconds longer to return. His draping sleeves rustled against the chair as he cradled his head in both hands.

Perhaps seeing the dream again had been worth it, if she could share the trauma. At least one person believed her--one person understood why sleep came to her with such difficulty. Because when she was alone, it was all she could think about. And if she closed her eyes, she saw...

"I'm sorry," she said. "I should have warned you."

Vilo sat up, taking a deep breath. It took him quite some time to recover. Between breaths, he explained, "I lack the magical talent of other mages, but I do pride myself on being able to separate my patient's dreams from my own feelings. It's all right. It's like watching a film, really."

He still looked shaken, and Luka still felt bad.

"That must be very hard for you," he finally said. "I can see why you think it's your fault."

"It is," Luka insisted. "If I hadn't--"

"Can you predict the future?"

She shook her head. "But I knew there was a theric around."

"Did you call it? Make it come to you?"

"Of course not."

"And if everything had gone fine and you both went home safe, would you have said you predicted that, too? Because if you're able to predict all the bad things in life, you must be able to foresee the good, too."

"I don't... I don't think I would have thought about it at all."

Vilo nodded. "Maybe you made a bad judgment call. But you didn't cause what happened to happen. The universe operates based on the decisions of billions. Trillions. And unless you effected every single decision that led up to that very moment... Claey's death wasn't your fault. And what happened to you... That wasn't your fault, either."

It infuriatingly made sense. An ugly sort of sense. One Luka could still poke holes in and argue against. "But now I--"

"Ah! Now! Yes. Concentrating on the present. We've got you out of the past. Excellent."

"That's not what I meant!"

Vilo shrugged. Getting to his feet, he moved the chair back a few steps and reached for his terminal again. "Go on, then."

She narrowed her eyes. "Now I have to worry about what people think. What my friends think." And there weren't many of them. Luka kept people at arm's-length, not out of any personal necessity or fear, but because her focus tended to wander toward her projects. Her mechanima. Living creations with artificial intelligence that rivaled life.

"They can't think anything if you don't tell them anything. They can't support you if you cut them out."

Maybe it was time. "There's someone--But if he finds out. If he sees the scars..." She scratched at the most obvious one, a pair of slashes on her lower left arm, still healing and angry-red. But etched across her back, covered by two layers of clothing--just in case--stretched a mosaic of pain. Injuries caused by a theric might heal on the inside, but the scarring would last forever. And if someone saw, just the quickest of glimpses, they would know.

And they'd judge her.

Luka rubbed her shoulder, where the were-bear clamped its teeth down all the way to the bone. It still hurt and limited her mobility, but the underlying tissue damage would heal completely with time. A lot of time. But if her shirt collar slipped sideways just a little bit, someone could see the scars...

"You have to have friends," Vilo said. "Everyone needs companionship."

"If they find out--"

"The might. But if you don't trust people, you'll never know how they'll react. They could help you. They could support you. Have your best interests at heart."

"Or they could... Do the opposite. Of that."

"But we can't predict the future. You can't live in fear because you're afraid."

"But..." She hesitated. "Claey--"

"Claey is gone. He's out of your life." The words were harsh, cutting straight to the point. "Even the mightiest necromancer couldn't bring him back."

Right or not, it hurt to hear. Curling her lip, Luka jumped to her feet and faced Vilo, hands clenched so tightly that her fingernails cut into her palms. Before--weeks ago, when she was first hurt, this sudden temper would have triggered a change. She would have started shifting. But with as much control as she had over it now, she felt nothing, even after devouring the granola bar. It defused the explosive anger. Not entirely, but enough. "He's always here!" she snapped.

"Who is he really?" Vilo asked, infuriatingly calm. "In your dream."

"What?" Luka demanded. Honestly, it was the last question she expected, especially because he'd just seen it. Every piece of it, every blood-soaked blade of grass. Every cut and bruise. Every piece of her twin she'd left behind.

She sat back down.

"Besides mages of Nebula, who can affect your dreams?"

"But he's there... He's so real."

"Who is he really?" Vilo asked again.

Why hadn't the answer been obvious before? "It's me?" Luka asked. Then with more confidence, repeated, "It's me."

"Is your brother going to return and tell your friends what happened to you? Is he really out there, waiting for you to get close to someone so he can warn them about what you are?"

She hesitated, the what if still on her mind. Even if he could--even if the 'mightiest necromancer' could resurrect Claey and bring him back, would he really hurt her like that? Would he really blame her for his death?

"No," Luka said.

---

Processing her session took a couple days, during which Luka both denied the truth and came to terms with it. Claey died. He was gone. He wasn't coming back. And her life and every action she took had to fall under her own responsibility. She had to live now. Not in the past, which she couldn't change, nor in the future, of which she had no control.

She picked up her pocket terminal several times, only to set it back down again. Frustrated one night, and trapped in her room because of her affliction, she spun a web around it and threw it out the window as far as she could lob it. Retrieving it later was a labor of necessity and love.

To distract herself, she created.

As the sun set one night, she set her project aside, picking up a shard of charged stone instead. It was the same stuff she'd dragged Claey out to gather the night they were attacked... With the right wiring, a bit of directive and a starter personality, the tiny, fingernail-sized chip could power one of her steel and wire creatures for years. It glowed faintly in her hand as she rolled it between her fingers.

She couldn't undo the past. She couldn't put the stone back where she found it and fix everything. She couldn't negate her loss out of sheer will.

Setting the stone aside, Luka turned her attention to her terminal. If she called someone, she couldn't predict what would happen. Maybe it wouldn't work out. Maybe she'd be hurt again, or maybe... "Goodbye, Claey," she muttered. They'd talk again one day. But right now, he was gone, and she had to take care of herself.

On her terminal, she entered a code she'd dialed so many times, she had it memorized. Until this night, though, she never managed to complete the call. Out of fear, out of reluctance, out of an overabundance of caution... She really couldn't say. This time, though, as her heart skipped a beat, Luka tapped transmit...

[rykerelias-archive]

TRANSFERRED FILE. || @theblueeyedvampire  William & Elias. VERSE: ac. ( organic damage. ) 001. THREAD: to be named.

    “Goddamn, you’d think this whole paperwork ROUTINE would be a hell of a lot fucking easier once there stopped being actual PAPER involved,” Elias groaned, tossing the stylus onto his desk, hands creeping up to rub against the bridge of his nose, the heels of his palms digging into his eyes for a moment before dropping away to the desk with a light thud.  His head craned, one direction and the other, a glance given to the digital readout of the time, a sigh escaping as he realized he was a good half hour or more past shift change – and it wasn’t like Tanaka was going to approve overtime.  “You headin’ home or you wanna go grab a beer or something,” Elias half questioned, half offered, as he made the motions to start shoving files and reports into his desk drawers, glance cast over towards Pratt who was making similar attempts at the next desk over.

    “Got that bloody right,” William grumbled, his own stylus tapping idly against the edge of his tablet. “Least they’re savin’ what’s left of the rainforest an’ all that, right?” He scratched at the skin of one bicep under his black t-shirt – wasn’t exactly dress code, but until Tanaka gave him hell about it, Pratt would wear what he damn well pleased. “Sure. Beer sounds good, mate. Course, I don’t have a missus to go home to.” As he stood and reached for his leather jacket, he smirked, tilting his head in the direction of Kristin Ortega’s desk on the other side of the bullpen. “Need me to tell her I won’t keep you out too late?”

One hand shifted, fingers working against the back of his head for a minute, a gesture meant to buy him a second as he tried to work out the best possible response to William’s query.  “Nah,” he settled on, with a faint quirk of his mouth as he tugged on his jacket.  “She’ll figure it out, I’m sure.”  Meaning, of course, he had no doubt that if she wanted to find him, and drag him home, she would.  Regardless of where he was or who he was with.   The edge of his mouth tilted upwards into a half hidden smirk as his gaze lingered on the dark-haired woman who was, as always, arguing with Abboud about SOMETHING.  “She’s still got a couple hours left in her by the looks of it, anyways,” he commented, shoving his chair under his desk and stepping free into the aisle.  “First round’s on me, after that, you’re on your own,” he advised, jesting lightly.  “I’ve been lookin’ at a place – for me and her,” he commented, turning the collar of his jacket up as they stepped outside into the biting wind of BCPD.  “Haven’t decided if I want to ask her about it first or just – risk her wrath if she doesn’t like the idea – OR THE PLACE,” Ryker mused.

[djhallyboo]

@callouscode || THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL MY OTHER MUSE, RED.

Oh. Huh. Looks like the 'loud clown man', as Red so tactfully put it, needs to backtrack. He kneads his temples as Tig Bop begins... hacking up a hairball? Choking?

Oh, no. It just spat out a crumpled-up polaroid.

Hallyboo picks up the polaroid and wipes off the Tig Bop saliva before showing the picture to Red. It contains an image of a highly contemplative bird with a sad face and a... actually, ignore the thought bubble.

"THIS YOUR KID, BOYO?" he asks, "'CUZ IF SO, THEY'RE WANTED FOR SOFTWARE PIRACY AND OTHER FELONIES."

[siderealxmelody]

Castle of Glass

@xdarklingx

Maven struggled against the roiling earth. He was surprised Hans hadn't fully restrained him yet.

"Hans, Hani you're not thinking clearly -"

Maven ducked and rolled out of the way of necrotic magic. Hans glared at him, his usual healthy green power a sickly, vile green now. It pulsed in place of his veins. Maven felt his heart sink, he should have tried harder to find him. Clearly Ivan's death had hit him harder than he'd let on.

Hans moved toward him, graceful and confident as ever.

"Do not tell me how to feel Maven."

His anger gave way to begging, and Maven nearly winced as his hands were grabbed. They both could cast without use of their hands of course. Still he didn't like how cold Hans fingers were.

"You could help me Mavi, you could help me bring him back. You have enough power and I just need to channel -"

Maven slowly shook his head and gently cupped his brother's face.

"Let him go Hans. He died with honor, he died protecting the person he loved most in this world. Do not let his death be in vain."

Maybe if he'd been thinking clearly he would have seen the shift. Perhaps if he hadn't felt so guilty for leaving Hans alone he would have seen the blade coming.

Maven let out a grunt as the blade slid in deep, he felt his strength leave him all at once. His stylus rolling from his fingers. He stared up at Hans in a mixture of shock and confusion.

He watched numbly as the power Grigori had bestowed on him transfered to Hans. The runes bled from purple to that same sickly green.

Hans stepped backward letting Maven drop to the ground.

"Would you have? No, no even if she was a hollow shell you'd have bent the stars and seas to your will to get her back. So when I want to do the same, when I can't breathe without him...who are you to judge?"

He knelt before Maven, his fingers twitching as the power settled in him. He smiled, it was a smarmy one. Maven dimly registered he'd never seen such a smile on his brother.

"9 years Maven. For 9 years I was the favorite, I was heir to all of this. And look what it's become under your leadership - tainted and warped. I don't blame you for a lot things but what you did to our - no my home? I blame you for that, for Mama's death. But do you know why I signed off on his idiotic plan?"

Hans sighed, running his hand through Maven's hair. He growled as Maven flinched against it. He grabbed at his hair, pulling him closer.

"I did it because you wanted it to happen. Because you so desperately wanted the approval of a person who amounts to a glorified and corrupted foot solider. We are royalty, we hold the divine in our blood, and yet you allow yourself to be subservient to a peasant. I loved you, I felt guilty for letting you be taken all those years ago - so as Luda was so fond of saying, I attoned for it in my own way."

He turned away and stood, letting Maven's face hit the stone. He rolled his eyes at the tears that began to fall down Maven's face.

"Three years, three years of letting Jurda Parem ravish me. I knew you were alive, you must be for the runes not to come back to me. And what do you do when you come back? You tie yourself to some Otkazat'sya king. You're pathetic, chasing a girl who will never fill the hole in you that you made yourself."

Hans sighed and snapped his fingers setting him in front of Aleksander in his rooms.

"He has maybe 10 minutes left? I'd get Luda to heal him, or Genya if you want to be done with him. I wouldn't blame you, all he does is bring people misery."

Hans disappeared and moved down the hidden staircase to the family crypt. He moved past his ancestors and immediate family to Ivan’s corpse he'd preserved when he'd been given it.

He kissed his forehead and put his hands on his chest.

"Come back to me Ivan."

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Ivan awoke in the darkness and he tensed, where was he? Under a ship? No, no the ground didn't swah under him. He turned his head and his breath caught.

Was that - "Hans?'"

He moved slowly, climbing down from the stone he'd been placed on. He knelt before his husband and frowned. Something was deeply wrong with him. His power felt wrong, mutated somehow.

He sighed and slowly stood, bracing a hand on the stone behind him. Whatever was happening him, he was asleep so perhaps that was a good thing.

He closed his eyes, finding Aleksander's thread. He let himself be pulled and opened his eyes to look at Aleksander. So he was in the Little Palace - good.

"Moi Soverennyi, I - Hans brought me back. Truth be told I'm not really sure where I am. It's somewhere dark but I should be free of wherever it is soon. Do you want me to come to you or go somewhere else? How long have I been dead?"

He bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. His shoulders fell just a little as he began to pace.

"Something is wrong with Hans, I am not sure what he did, certainly Mervost but he - I fear if he traded his vitality for mine."

He turned to look back at him and finally looked around him. He didn't see much but from the looks of it, it wasn't his personal chambers.

"Where are we anyway?"

[ladynoirist]

Marinette Appreciation Week - Day 1

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Prompt: Designing/Sewing

Marinette didn’t realize she’d been chewing the tip of her stylus till a gentle tug brought her attention to a worried Tikki, who’d grabbed the other end of the stylus, reminding her to pull it away from her mouth.

“Marinette, I know you have only a week for this contest, and that it’s larger than what you’re used to making, but maybe you should take a break! All artists suffer art block, and the only surefire way to get out of it is to get a bit of fresh air!” Tikki flew up and booped Marinette’s nose, flying a few inches away from her face to wink as she added, “You should get something to drink, maybe charge up those creative juices. And I wouldn’t say no to one of the marshmallows you love putting in your hot chocolate!”

The crick of her bones as she stretched made Marinette realize how long she’d been sitting still, and her rumbling stomach chose to remind her loudly and painfully that it was past sundown and she’d skipped lunch. Rolling her neck, she padded down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbing a chunk of chocolate and the milk jug from the fridge, while Tikki took advantage of her parents’ attention being directed at the TV to snag the bag of marshmallows from the snack drawer. Marinette poured a travel mug for herself and a smaller cup for Tikki, setting the two on a tray, and climbed all the way up to her balcony, stopping to grab her sketchbook and her pencil on the way. People watching in Paris never failed to give her the most interesting ideas for design, after all.

The stars twinkled overhead as tendrils of steam rose from the hot chocolate as soon as she’d removed the lid, and she and Tikki settled in her lawn chair to relax and take in the city. Even though she’d grown up in this very house, Paris never failed to surprise her every day, if she looked long enough. And as Ladybug, the city’s surprises were far more in number, and from angles she’d never imagined she’d see.

Marinette smiled as she saw a flash of metal and a dark figure in the distance. Her smile soon slipped, as the swirl of chocolate in her mug reminded her of the swirl of illusion that Rena Rouge had made, just a few nights ago. Rena Rouge, who was her best friend. Rena Rouge, to whom she’d lied through omission, weaving her deeper in the tangle of lies that staying safe as a superhero entailed. Rena Rouge, who’d turned off her phone when told to, and who’d opened the door just enough to slide Trixx back, to a girl who hadn’t bothered to explain why. Rena Rouge, who’d done what Marinette wouldn’t have the strength to do.

She didn’t realize her hand was moving across the page, much less that it was sketching a blouse guided by her train of thoughts. She frowned down at the design, estimating how much fabric she’d need, and how much metallic copper thread she had. She walked downstairs, book and tray in hand, and grabbed her cloth scissors and the bolt of cream silk she’d bought with her birthday money. She was in for a long night, but for Alya, it was worth it

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15 incredible last-minute tech knacks for anyone on your shopping list

Christmas is just days away. If you havent already completed your Christmas shopping functions, then you are officially almost out of time. Of course, the Internet is ever a terrific rich for last-minute offering ideas.

Rather than pillage a nearby convenience store for lame knick-knacks to get your loved ones, weve rounded up a inventory of cool tech circumstances you can get all the members of your family online. If you ordering them now, you can probably opt for expedited ship so they have something to unwrap on the 25 th. Or not, but it’s the had considered that weighs!

For your significant other

Microsoft Band 2

If your beau isnt an Apple fanboy, then an Apple Watch is possibly out of the question. If a smartwatch is something you think your beloved would absolutely experience, consider going the updated band by Microsoft.

Microsoft

It tracks various fitness statistics like a Fitbit, with the added bonus of guided exercisings in accordance with the arrangements of utilization causes extradited right to the wrist. It can be used to constantly track heart rate as well as keep records of their controls. They can also persist has become a multitasking machine through useful docket, announce, email, social, and text updates as well as memoranda and remembers that you can prescribe expending your own voice through Cortana. It comes in three wrist sizings and handily beats most wearables when it comes to looks, acquiring it a pretty snazzy Christmas gift. Price : $249.99 on sale for $199

Perfect Drink App-Controlled Smart Bartending

For the cocktail admirer in their own lives! This smart scale( that comes with a stainless steel shaker) helps invent new liquor recipes as well as improve their favourites thanks to the free smartphone companion app. They can use their own design selecting a glas from the thousands of recipes and follow real-time pouring instructions; for advice, a virtual glass will fill up on the screen as they run.

Brookstone

In suit they become heavy-handed with particular parts, the app will automatically re-adjust the recipe, ensuring that they end up with a well-balanced drink.

If they dont have a particular drink in knowledge, they can plug in the contents of their liquor locker and the app will come up with recipe recommendations.

The perk? If you enjoy booze and live with your S.O ., this endowment assistances you as well. And its on sale!

Price : $69.99 $49.99

We-Vibe 4 Plus

Theres good-for-nothing like a fornication toy to come duos from nice to naughty this vacation season. This particular vibrator is arcked in such a way that gives it rest comfortably when furnished, adequately paying attention to all of a woman’s most sensitive characters. When used during copulation, it also provides subtle and effective male foreplay as well.

We-Vibe

What shapes the We-Vibe 4 Plus unique is the channel it can be controlled through a smartphone app, so ladies, in case youre apart from your sweetheart during the course of its coldnes, wintertime nights, the kinky contraption can stay with you while your collaborator steers your arousal through the many available vibration motifs on the app.

Price: $179

For an older sibling

Casetify Apple Watch belt

Make an Apple Watch even cuter with a fasten customized according to your motif sensibilities! Casetify offers a slew of ready-made intends in its list, including a brand-new Looney Motif row boasting beloved caricature characters from your loved ones childhood.

Casetify

If you want to go a step further, you can even customize your own blueprint by uploading a photograph from your computer or your social media accounts. Price : $70

Beyond Ink Pen

Who replies writes are a lame endow? If they come forearmed with peculiarities like a built-in micro-USB or iPhone cable store, a 16 GB memory drive, and a built-in battery, theyre actually a pretty cool gift for your techy bro or sis. It also has a stylus pen connect thats easily interchangeable with the ballpoint pen tip, preparing it the perfect writing tool for both article and screen.

Beyond Ink

The smartpen is made from high quality brass and to come down either a stylish pitch-black or grey finish.

Price: $70

Gorilla Gears Complete Selfie Kit

Lets face it, teens even off the majority of members of the Internets selfie-loving population. The sooner you accept that as truism, the easier your last-minute shopping becomes.

While there are tons of selfie lodge options that are more cheap, lightweight, and is very easy to connect to your smartphone via the headphone jack, you get a lot more bangs for your buck with this gear. The selfie stick included in the package is Bluetooth-enabled and well-designed. It has a padded administer and a nifty twist-lock function that sees it easy to use on longer photo shoots.

Gorilla Gear

Other goodies include a mini tripod( for taking photographs of sceneries and photos of bigger groups) and a rubberized cellphone clamp, ensuring that your design persists securely attached to your monopod during utilize. It also comes in a stylish walk case-a great endowment for the selfie pro in your family. Price : $45.00 $24.99 through Amazon Prime

For a younger sibling

Hello Barbie

Barbara Millicent Roberts may be 56 years old, but she doesnt look a era over 20. The recent battery-operated version of the highly popular doll is now equipped with Wi-Fi compatibility and speech acknowledgment engineering, facilitating her to converse, tell storeys, and play games with your teenager sister( or brother !).

Mattel

Hello Barbie is programmed with more than 8,000 recorded threads and is designed to remember what she is told and to adapt to her customers advantages. A companion app lets elders set up a Hello Barbie account that unlocks the dolls conversational features.

Price: $74.99

Osmo Gaming System for iPad

Is your child siblings attention incessantly glued to a design screen? You might as well get them something that diverts a tablet into the ultimate educational toy. Osmo is an iPad camera clip-on that passes the room in front of the design into an interactive activity opening where users can play all sorts of games.

This is, without a doubt, one of the hottest toy this season, so you better grab one while you still can.

Price: $149.95

For a baby( and mothers !)

MamaRoo Infant Seat

A baby wants constant motion and stimulant, which prepares this awesome chair the perfect offering for the baby in your household. Its movements imitative yours when you are carrying the baby yourself. If you need to gradation away for a bit to do other real life circumstances, you can set the child down on the MamaRoo and control its gestures and sounds( it can play MP3s !) through your smartphone using Bluetooth connectivity.

4moms

The price tag on this contraption might be a little steep for a newborn endow, but if you think about it, its a combo gift for “their childrens” as well as the mommy and father, so its totally worth it.

Price: $269.99

Kinsa Smart Thermometer

When your baby is find under the weather, its tantalizing to let terror and stress reign; formerly you do , nothing gets done. This is why its almost necessary to have easy-to-use tools at hand when you are caring for a sick child.

Kinsa

One such implement is a smart thermometer that plugs into your smartphone through the headphone jack and tells you take advantage of your machines treating supremacy, which is far and away better than that of a digital thermometer.

It comes with an app that attains the accomplishments of temp-taking easier on the mother and much more merriment for the child. If you’re looking to give a practical and inexpensive child gift, this is your best bet.

Price: $14.99

Mimo Smart Onesie

As an adult, tone nap is hard to come by. The offering of good sleep is something almost anyone will appreciate and is beneficial for, specially a newborn. This smart onesie is equipped with a sensor that would allow us to keep track of highly important baby stats such as mas standing, sleeping temperature, gesture, breathing, and of course, sleep.

Mimo

This is something that makes a great endow to new mothers because it gives them retain attached to the newborn at all hours of the nighttime; the onesie regularly moves reports to a smartphone, standing moms and pops a restful night as well.

Price: $199.99( includes 3 kimonos sizing 0-3 months)

For your pet

Petzi Treat Cam

If youre going to be away for the holiday season, you better make sure your furry friend is accompanied by a loving replace. While a human pup sitter is of course required, having a contraption helpful that let you keep in touch with your domesticated has its perks.

Through your smartphone, you can see live footage of your baby, thanks to the Petzi Treat Cam. It likewise allows you to speak to your pet as well as take still pictures when they come and respond to the chime of your singer. What shapes it breathtaking is it also makes you dispense plows remotely, so even though youre not there to feed or reinforce your puppy or “cat-o-nine-tail” in person, you are able to be involved in their daily routine.

Price: $169.99

Pet Bed Warmer

Elevate your swine digs with a lil somethin somethin to keep them heated at night( or daywinter is coming ). This bottom warmer might be a so-so concept to you whos already comfy in your sweaters and fleece PJs and cushy comforters, but for your hound or cat, this could be heaven.

K& H Manufacturing

This is the warmer part, though, so make sure you likewise purchase a cover. Price : $15.99( small ), $19:45( medium ), $19.59( big ), and $36.44( extra large) through Amazon Prime

Bark Box subscription

Dogs are very easy to please. Just give them an smorgasbord of dolls and plows and theyre golden. Just like a toddler, however, the best interest is very easy to walk, so what they adore now they may not open a damn about later.

BarkBox

Rather than regularly going to a domesticated supermarket to purchase a variety of new domesticated playthings, Bark Box sends you brand-new knick-knacks your furry pal will surely experience. And they do it on a monthly basis! Price depends on the kind of subscription you avail, and makes are dependent on the size of your dog.

Price: $29/ container for a few months, $24/ casket for 3 months, $21/ carton for 6 months, and $19/ container for a year

Illustration by Max Fleishman

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