#I dabble in customizing my clothes

[cozycraftcorner]

Part 4 project bin

Thrifty finds upcycled! The skates were from a shrunk, bleached out shirt with holes. Knew I wanted to do something with the skates. So I picked it up and it has sat in my bin.

I always pick up a variety of jean jackets and vests for upcycling projects when I thrift as well.

I am no where near done with this vest, but it’s a good start!

[evilmagician430]

every morning i get ready for school and by the time im sitting in class im like fuckkkk i wish i was at home sewing custom clothes and doing beaded embroidery and then i eventually get some stuff done that day but it's not enough so by the time i get home im like fuckkkk i gotta do homework now and then when im done im too tired to make anything with my hands and tools and i go straight to bed. endless cycle of misery

[bubsmiraculousau]

These r my first brainstorm pages for the ot5 civillian miraculous designs! Some of their styles I imagine would shift throughout the hypothetical series, esp Adrien and Marinette.

Adrien dresses like a little businessman, preppy in the most direct sense of the word, was taught to dress well to leave a good impression. Gabriel believes that every man should just wear a suit all the time, so Adrien's sweaters and khakis are a compromise. He basically only wears neutrals.

Marinette dresses in mainly pink, but dabbles in other colors as well. I think she would always have some kind of comfortable fabric on, and customizes her clothing with embroidery and things like that. I think she also just likes all the rainbow colors too.

Chloe is a true y2k girlie, Megan Fox's character's outfits from confessions of a teenage drama queen is her vibe. Blue, yellow, brown/beige, b&w, are her main look.

Ngl I have no idea what to do with Nino he just dresses like a guy. I think he's the most comfortable in looser clothing. I try to incorporate green into his outfits to tie into the turtle miraculous and him being friends with Adrien. His in-show design literally has like every color in it probably to tie all the characters into each other but it kills me to draw that lol. I'm much better with designing women's clothes...

Alya has tumblr girl style. She loves a black graphic tee and takes black and white pictures of her converse. She basically dresses like the girls I thought were so cool in middle school. Like c'mon she has a blog and Balayage hair, what other style would she be? (Also random fact but when I heard of 'twee' style I thought it just meant all Tumblr girl style not just the peter pan collar stuff lol) I think people call it Tumblr grunge as well? idk

I have a different updated lineup of the civilian classmates and I might make individual posts describing their vibe, background, inspiration, and style because fashion is very important w my characters lol. xx

[rebirth-eliphas]

All About BA-TSU CLUB

Ba-tsu was founded in 1971 by designer Ruki Matsumoto. I believe the brand started as a formal wear/business wear line? One notable thing about Ba-tsu is that they dabbled in costume design, they’re well known for designing the costumes for the “Battle Royal” films. I won't go too in-depth on the brands early history, they didn't start as an alternative fashion brand so it’s not very relevant. The alternative clothing they made, including the Kyo collab, was done under a sub-brand called “Ba-tsu Club.” (I have no idea if Ba-tsu club was also designed by Ruki Matsumoto, it's all a bit of a mystery.)

In 2004 Ba-tsu was acquired by  a company called Crown Creative Co. In September 19, 2006 Ba-tsu went bankrupt and closed all of their lines except Men's Ba-tsu, which remain open to this day. 

Ba-tsu Club top

One of the reasons Ba-tsu is so iconic in the V-kei scene is because of their collaboration with Kyo from Dir en Grey. Kyo designed all of the pieces and Ba-tsu released them. This really pushed Ba-tsu into the spotlight.

Ba-tsu Club x Kyo set (this collection was huge, I'd guess they released at least 20+ items together)

BA-TSU CLUB PRINTED SKIRT One thing I think really sets BA-TSU CLUB apart from other punk brands from its time is how versatile their pieces are. You could style them really over the top or just with a simplistic outfit! —They often use custom printed fabric and embroidery in their pieces, which is also pretty unique!

BA-TSU CLUB SOCKS —Speaking as someone who owns a decent amount of pieces from BA-TSU I can attest to the fact that the quality of their pieces is extremely consistent, It’s absolutely top notch.

BA-TSU CLUB JEANS I wish I had more information/history on this brand,It’s difficult to research them because they have never had a website :( all of those neckties and things printed with “BATSU.COM” ARE CATFISHESSS! anyways thx for reading my blawwwgg I’ll b back tomorrow :3

Current men’s ba-tsu page. Mens-batsu 

Ba-tsu bankruptcy source http://thtt.blog78.fc2.com/blog-entry-33.html

(Some people online say this is ba-tsu’s site but it’s actually the website of a mall that had a ba-tsu store at one point.) https://web.archive.org/web/20030222184025/http://www.livehep.com/five/f3/batsu.asp?sid=80 

[mythosidhesdollhouse]

Morning, all! Just wanted to do another quick check-in as I continue to get caught up from the past few days. First of all, thank you and welcome to all the new followers! This is not something I was looking for or expecting, but is much appreciated. We've barely scratched the surface of my collection so far, so I hope you'll stick around for the rest of the excavation XD

A few points have been popping up in replies to my 'doll blog rec' post that I wanted to address:

Not sure what type of dolls you're interested in, but...

The short answer to this is all of them. All the dolls. I've been in this hobby a long time (I'm in my mid 40s and have been collecting seriously for 30+ years), and although the main focus of my collection has prodomentely been fashion dolls, I have at least an academic interest in many other types--antique dolls, vintage 20th c. dolls, porcelain dolls, BJDs, art dolls, haunted dolls--I love seeing and learning about all kinds of dolls, as I never know what might spark a new avenue of research or collecting (I have many of these other kinds of dolls in my collection, they just haven't made it onto the blog yet). So don't let the predominance of fashion dolls in my photos deter you from introducing yourself.

The only hard and fast exception to this is those hyper-realistic baby dolls. Keep those cursed things away from me.

I do a lot of reblogs, not sure if you're ok with that....

I am 100% here for your reblogs :) Not only does it give me a better idea of your personality and aesthetic tastes, it also gives me a chance to see content from other blogs I don't already follow (but may as a result of your sharing!). Reblogs have always been one of the best ways to build community on this site...and tbh if you look at my main blog I am the reblog queen, I'd be kind of a hypocrite for throwing shade on someone else for doing it ;p

I do mostly DIYs...

Here for that too! As a needlework enthusiast who is a mediocre seamstress and reasonably skilled at crochet I frequently dabble in making doll clothing and am always open to learning new crafting skills and techniques, including but not limited to various aspects of doll customization.

Ok I think that's it for now XD Things are still a bit hectic for me offline, but I will continue to catch up with your comments and messages as I can. New doll posts may be slow in the next few days, but once I get my display situation sorted (I need to box up some books to go into storage to clear shelf space) things should pick up a bit.

[Pictured above: ICY Blythe clone dressed in mostly Fashion Fever pieces; Cry Babies BFF Jassy & Phoebe from IMC Toys]

[fruitsoxs]

TRIGUN MASTERLIST

Wolfwood

Midnight munchies - 18+ NSFW , Smut, Word Count 2.2 k ; Your good friend Wolfwood comes over for movie night and gives you a treat on the couch

Jealousy Part 1 / Part 2 - drabble ; when he gets jealous

Their beige flags - HCS

Him overhearing reader moaning his name - 18+ NSFW , Smut , Drabble

Reverse Jealousy - Drabble

Wolfwood with reader that has a dirty mouth - 18+ NSFW , Smut , HCS, Drabble

Sub!Wolfwood - 18+ NSFW, Smut , Drabble

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates Part 1 /Part 2 - HCS , Vashwood x reader

Seeing you in fancy clothes - HCS + Drabble

Body guard Wolfwood - HCS

Hurt/Comfort - Drabble

Reaction to reader walking down the aisle - HCS , Pure Fluff

Platonic Wolfwood sharing a bed with you - Fluff, HCS

Something More - 18+ , NSFW, smut ; Wolfwood struggles with the feelings that are building up inside him and distracts himself the only way he knows how (by fucking you)

Plushie Headcanon

Post-July/ Two year gap headcanons; SPOILERS FOR TRISTAMP

Wolfwood decides he wants to adopt a kid with the reader - pure fluff, drabble

Wolfwood cuts your hair - pure fluff, drabble

The Blood on My Hands - heavy angst, drabble

Wolfwood Dresses your wound - fluff, drabble

Behind the church - 18+ , NSFW, smut ; you're caught smoking by wolfwood, leading to a new form of repentance

Hate that i love you - little make out drabble featuring band!au ww

Vash

Jealousy Part 1 / Part 2 - drabble ; when he gets jealous

Vash with a s/o that has a tiny mole near their eye - HCs

Their beige flags - HCS

Reverse Jealousy - Drabble

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates Part 1 /Part 2 - HCS , Vashwood x reader

Seeing you in fancy clothes - HCS + Drabble

Vash hearing you moan his name - 18+ NSFW , Smut , Drabble

Vash Fluff - Drabble , Fluff

Vash secretly watches Wolfwood fuck you - 18 + , Smut , Drabble hint of Vashwood x reader

Body guard Vash - HCS

Hurt/Comfort - Drabble

5 Times You Kiss Him, and 1 Time He Kisses You - pure fluff

Retired Vash and Reader - Pure fluff

Reaction to reader walking down the aisle - HCS, Pure Fluff

Vash with someone who's a heavy dirty talker - NSFW 18+, HCS

Soulmate AU with artist reader - Fluff, HCS

Classifieds - Fluff, HCS

Trans Vash - NSFW 18+ , Smut , Drabble

Vash jacking off to reader's stuff - NSFW 18+ , Smut , Drabble

Plushie Headcanon

You try to fluster Vash, but he ends up flustering you way more - pure fluff, drabble

Vashwood

Wolfwood shows Vash how to Fuck You - NSFW 18+ , Smut, Dabble

Vash and reader giving Wolfwood oral - NSFW 18+ , Drabble

"Dare" - 18+ NSFW, Smut, Vashwood x Reader TW; degradation, drinking

Vash secretly watches Wolfwood fuck you Part 1/Part 2 - NSFW 18 + , Smut , Drabble

Vashwood Drabble - 18+ NSFW, Smut, Drabble Wolfwood teaches Vash how to fuck you

Knives

Their beige flags - HCS

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Jealous knives - Drabble

Reaction to reader walking down the aisle - HCS , Pure Fluff

Deep Work - NSFW 18+ , SMut , Drabble ; Knives helps make your reading time a bit more interesting

Plushie Headcanon

Disgustingly Beautiful - NSFW 18+ , Smut , Drabble ; knives hates the way he feels about you

Roberto

Close Quarters- 18+ NSFW , Smut , Drabble

SFW and NSFW Headcanons - 18+ NSFW

A Way to Warm Up - NSFW 18+ , Smut, Drabble

More down bad roberto stuff - NSFW 18+ , Smut, Drabble

Meryl

Their beige flags - HCS

What you wake up to the morning after - HCS

Post-July/ Two year gap headcanons; SPOILERS FOR TRISTAMP

Milly

Baker reader and frequent customer milly - HCS

[princeanxious]

An introduction to my little ‘Seamster 4 Hire’ DCA au!

Pretty much this au is a mashup of the usual ‘reader meets sun & moon and platonic to romantic hijinks ensue,’ ‘sun & moon are separate animatronics’, and the ‘Sun and Moon deserve their own individuality of expression without having to settle for something they both like/tolerate every single time’ concepts. I love drawing/designing characters in new outfits and dabble with custom clothing in my limited free time, and am a trans short king, so ‘Seamster 4 Hire!’ Seems to cover all those bases pretty well!

In this au I imagine this comic takes place a while down the line, bc it takes the reader a long time to fully gain the two daycare attendants’ friendship as they begin working on the new outfits and accessories, taking into account what sun and moon *want* and not what faz.co might dictate.

(This is for multiple reasons: 1. Since the DCAs were split in two after the fire, they needed a new costume set that was tailored to their new body specifications bc their old bodies had barely survived the fire, 2. More than one or two sets of clothing is not soundly hygenic for ones entrusted with childcare unless they got washed *every day* 3. With the uprising of animatronic rights, many parents and guests had petitioned for the DCAs(and other animatronics) to receive a more diverse wardrobe of their own choosing, specifically as the demand for their children’s daily role model be taken care of properly and respectfully rose with each passing week, and 4, if the seamster let Faz.Co management dictate the actual clothing designs, the DCAs would never have a custom fitting wardrobe of their own to wear out if, and *when*, they eventually leave/live outside of the new and improved pizzaplex. Yes, it’s that kind of au. I need happy endings on the horizon okay xD)

Like, the main rock stars outfits? Performer type things and the like? That makes sense! But for those that take care of the little ones? They don’t need to be restricted to anything flashy when comfort and safety is the number 1 priority! And whats more comfortable than a daycare attendant that happily dresses up some days and on others they may just have a cozy day, just like everyone else? If it fits within the safety limitations, whats the harm?

(Oh! And Eclipse? He gets his own body too. But considering he’s expected to be replacing moon for Security Patrol, who knows what faz.co intends to do for him. c:)

More to come eventually, I just. Really love drawing the boys. Especially them happy.

[sehunniepotwrites]

SHELVED AWAY | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. You and Johnny have been academic rivals since the day you first met. Top Two on the Dean’s List for your university’s English Department, it was hard to tell who claimed the number one spot on the list. You always butted heads, whether it was over who led the discussion in a course lecture, who got a higher grade on a paper, or who helped more customers at the bookshop you both worked at. When a bet to see who could sign up more customers for their shop’s loyalty program came to life, the both of you would stop at nothing to win this little game even if it meant getting closer to the other.

PAIRING. coworker!Johnny Suh x (f) reader GENRE. college!au, bookshop!au, enemies-to-lovers!au, academic rivals!au, suggestive, humor, fluff (?) WORD COUNT. 4.6k+ WARNINGS. characters are like cat-and-dog, make-out scene, profanity, name-calling (lmao), they bicker a lot

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work.

There were many things you loved about your university. 

You loved how the campus was swarmed with trees, each building surrounded by a lush and vibrant green in the spring and summer months and warm brown shades during the cold of autumn and winter. You loved the sense of community your school upheld, always hosting events that were opened to anyone and everyone in the immediate area. The way it made you feel at home when you were miles away. The friends you made in your major and the small department you belonged to. 

You adored it all. 

The one thing you hated about your university though wasn’t a thing at all. It was a person who went by the name of John Jun Suh. People in the English department, whether it be faculty, staff, or fellow students called him by Johnny but you wouldn’t succumb to calling him by his preferred name. It made you seem closer to him than you really were and you despised that even being a possibility. You weren’t close. You were far from that. 

Johnny Suh was your rival in every sense of the word. The top two students in the entire department—he concentrated in Literal and Cultural Studies while you dabbled in Creative Writing—you never saw eye to eye. 

Even in a shared lecture hall, you and Johnny were miles apart, distance fueled by your competitive spirits and mutual distaste for the other. 

Miles apart and still butting heads as academic rivals were destined to do. The discussions in the courses you shared were led by your volleying, voices only increasing in volume as you challenged each other’s thoughts and cruxes. Fighting for the attention of the professors. Competing for the highest grade on the latest paper or the spot of tutor in the Writing Lab. 

And just how you had a certain way of doing things, Johnny did the same, using a completely different method. 

In other words, the two of you were complete opposites. 

While you preferred the lighter side of fiction, he longed for the darker bookish themes. The same went for your style of dress—your academia-themed wardrobe was filled with whites, off-whites, and the lighter colors of the spectrum whereas Johnny’s clothes consisted of darker statement pieces including black turtlenecks and dark brown slacks with matching coats. Dark shades and fits that only accentuated his devastatingly handsome figure. 

When you felt comfortable studying during the light of day, you always caught Johnny entering the library in the dark of night as you left for home. 

He was a bookish social butterfly, his wings fluttering about here and there around the English department building and in any club that sparked his interest, while you stayed in your tightly-knitted group of friends. 

Your friends never understood why you hated him. Yes, you were rivals when it came to grades and other educated-related things, but they truly believed you would get along if you really got to know him.

You hated him because it seemed as if he was blessed with everything in life—intelligence, a light and friendly attitude despite his dark attire, physical features that rivaled ones belonging to the gods. Thick hair that looked good in any color. Eyes that shined behind the glare of his rounded specks. Proportions that made both men and women alike swoon. A voice filled with a variety of colors. Johnny was almost perfect without even trying and you despised him for it. 

They were wrong about you and him. So completely wrong.

You knew it. You were almost certain Johnny knew it too.

There was no way you could get along with John Jun Suh. Never in your wildest dreams.

You thought you would find solace working in the town center’s bookshop. Clearly, as Johnny stood before you, with his brand new name-tag pinned against the expanse of his chest, you thought wrong.

To make matters worse, you were the one assigned to train him, to show him the ropes. According to your boss, there was no one better to show the giant how everything works around the store. Your boss wasn’t wrong, you just hated the fact that you had to share one more thing with Johnny Suh. 

With and without your help, Johnny picked up quickly and worked his way up to one of the shop’s top sellers list. Once again, you two were tied for a title. Your boss, sensing your drive to compete, fueled the fire even more in the form of commissions. 

As one of the only bookstores in your college town, your place of employment was quite a popular place. People of all ages flocked to your store to find the book they were seeking and it was time to take advantage of it. In order to engage with customers, your boss launched a loyalty program in which people could earn points that led to discounts. An employee of the shop would earn a commission every time someone signed up for the program under their recommendation. The staff member who received the most commissions within three months after launch would get an extra bonus. It was a fantastic plan, one that was well-received by the staff and the public, especially by you and Johnny.

The two of you found it as another way to compete, especially when you were the highest performers in house. A bet resulted from this “friendly” competition, the loser having to do whatever the winner wanted of them. You remembered the day the bet was established, the rage festering inside you egging Johnny on.

“I’m going to get that bonus, Suh, just you wait,” you said, pushing yourself off the shelf you leaned on. “Just you fucking wait.”

Johnny’s face whipped straight to you with a smirk permanently etched on his full lips. With raised brows, he answered, “Oh, I think you’ve got it all wrong, sweetheart, because that money is mine.”

He tried to distract you with silly nicknames and it didn’t work. “Stubborn as ever, aren’t you?”

“I’d say the same about you,” Johnny lowered his lids, lashes brushing against the tops of his cheeks. He crossed his arms against his chest, muscles straining against his tight shirt’s form hugging fabric. You willed yourself to look away from the bulging muscles that caught everyone else’s attention.  “I’d suggest a bet but everyone knows I’ll win.”

“Oh, please. You’re too confident in yourself!”

“And you’re not?”

“I’ve been here longer and I have more customer service experience than you, John, so I clearly have the upper hand,” you argued as your feet led you to him. 

“And yet all the customers come to me when we’re servicing the same area, I wonder why that is,” Johnny shrugged, “Must be your resting bitch face scaring them away.”

You scoffed, “Is that supposed to be an insult? You need to try a little harder to actually hurt my feelings.”

“Believe me,” Johnny paused to say your name and you tightened your fists to fight the shiver his words caused, “I’m only just getting started.”

“Okay, if it’s a bet you want, fine. I’m in. Loser gets to grant the winner’s wish, no matter what it is.” You stuck your hand out and it lingered in the air for a second too long. 

When you tried to pull it away, Johnny’s hand reached out to join them together. You ignored the electricity that shocked your brain. The feeling of warmth his touch gave you. 

“Fine,” he agreed.

“Good!”

“Good.”

Neither you or Johnny announced what you wanted as punishments, saving the surprise for when the three months concluded. Despite that, you were not one who took losing well. So, you did whatever means necessary to win. Johnny did the very same.

Your coworkers gave up on winning that bonus because no one was as passionate as you both were, parading around the grounds while sabotaging each other. Johnny hid your online orders and you stole his customers. You had yelling matches in the stock rooms, ones others could hear if they passed by the back doors. They never stopped you–they knew better than that–instead, they just let it all unfold, wondering where your arguments would lead you next.

“Stop taking customers away from me!” you screeched at him one day when the shop was devoid of people. It was a slow day so far with no one else but Johnny and a few more coworkers to keep you company.  

You passed the point of annoyance and almost grabbed the closest hardcover within your reach. A good hit on the back of Johnny’s head would do your coworker some good. Johnny deserved it, especially when that specific guest signed up for the program right in front of you. You caught Johnny double checking the person’s entered information on his computer screen, reading everything back to him to check for accuracy. 

You couldn’t believe he ripped another one away from your fingertips. According to the data up till then, tallied on a whiteboard in the break room, Johnny was five commissions ahead of you. You were in the lead last week but he intercepted so many of your customers in the past two days, Johnny saw catching up as child’s play. That last customer made it six. 

Johnny simply rested his sharp chin, “You were taking too long so he came to me. Seemed like he was in a rush.”

“I was trying to find him the perfect copy,” you spat back. “A lot of the covers were damaged during shipping.”

“And some people don’t care about that stuff.” 

“Are you saying you don’t?” you asked.

“No, I do. But others, like that guy who just left, don’t.” 

“Whatever, fucker,” you turned away from him, logging back into your computer that kicked you off during your time away. 

“Such eloquent words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours,” Johnny laughed, satisfied with the irritation in your voice. Your mind fixated on the compliment and you did your absolute best to ignore minuscule, barely-there thump in your chest. “Wonder what other insults you can come up with. Maybe you’ll dive into some Shakespearean ones, those are always fun.” 

“Watch your back and your customers, Suh,” you threatened, fingertips pressing harshly against the keys. 

He heard the anger with every little click. “Sure, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Just for that,” Johnny smirked, “I don’t think I will.”

“Thief.”

“Slowpoke.”

But as the months passed, there were times when Johnny would get a little too close to you and his presence didn’t bother you as much as before. 

His voice wasn’t as irritating from near or far. Your eyes stopped twitching when Johnny would change his commission count on the communal white board. 

Sometimes, you would feel his large, warm hand on your back as he tried to get to his register. Other times, you felt his breath hitting your cheek while he leaned down to look at your computer. When you argued, you were suddenly hyper aware of how his body was less than an inch away from yours. How he, at times, would stare at your frowning lips for a beat too long. Or how his biting words turned a little kinder when you were having an off day. 

Those things shouldn’t have affected you in the way that they did, making your heart rumble in your chest like an earthquake shaking your entire world. But as much as you wanted to deny it,  Johnny tugged on your heart strings. Unknowingly, his actions made you revisit the chapter of your story that focused on love. Little by little, they added words to pages left untouched for many years, bringing the paper to life. And you weren’t sure of where this plot point was taking you next.

“I didn’t know you liked this genre,” you approached him one day as Johnny sat in the break room. His nose was stuck inside one of your favorite novels, one that you recommended to anyone who asked for a romance suggestion. The book itself came out two weeks ago and it sold out within hours. 

You, being an avid reader and book reviewer, received access to an advanced copy in exchange for an honest review. And an honest review you gave that had everyone who followed you buzzing until the release date. 

“Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Johnny smiled softly at you, his long fingers coming up to slip a bookmark in between the pages he left off on. He slid past you, gently placing the novel back into the small crevice of his work locker. “It’s really good so far, I see why you’ve been raving about it. I’d keep reading but my break’s up,” he said to you, his hand grazing at the small of your back to move you out of his way, “but I’ll talk to you more about it later, yeah? I marked some quotes I liked.” 

Your gaze followed him out, not knowing why that touch and his words made you freeze in place. It made him seem like a romantic, something that you really wouldn’t have guessed. 

There were a lot of things you knew about Johnny Suh. You knew how he irritated you to death and how he always came in early for his shifts. He hated being late. He was always on time. 

You knew how he preferred darker neutrals than your lighter colors when it came to wardrobe palettes. How he belonged to a different English concentration but still took creative writing courses to expand his verse. 

But there were a lot of things you don’t know about him, too. You didn’t know how he took his coffee in the morning or who his favorite author was. His favorite genre of book or his preferred type of music when he studies so diligently on his breaks. You didn’t know how he liked to spend his time away from school and work. Whether he preferred plain sticky notes or the Disney Princess ones he was currently placing on the pages of your favorite book.

You didn’t know if he was dating anybody or remotely interested in anyone at the moment. Not that you actually cared.

There were a whole lot of things you didn’t know about Johnny but just looking at him with your beloved novel in hand, marking the pages with his own inklings, you felt your heart wanting to learn more about the coworker you came to hate. Yearning to occupy the spot in front of him and exchange his current thoughts on the book. Longing to hear how his mind interpreted fact and fiction.

You didn’t know much about John Jun Suh but the book of your heart had already opened its pages up, ready for him to fill you up with words and maybe, his love.

It was the second to last week of the bet and you were working the busiest shift of your life. 

There was a signing with a popular author earlier in the day, flooding the store more than usual. It ended around an hour ago but the weening crowd from the event lingered in between the aisles. Some of your coworkers already clocked out for the day, only assigned the hours of the signing. But you, of course, were not able to leave as you were that day’s shift lead. So you carried on, starting your rotation as the customer service stand in the middle of the store. 

You smiled at a customer who approached you, grabbing their sheet of confirmation paper for a book on hold. Gesturing to the back room with the paper in hand, you said politely, “Wait right here. I’ll be right back with your book.”

The customer nodded at you in reply and with that, you were off. Johnny, who was manning the other customer service computer next to you, followed suit. Rolling your eyes, you attempted to walk faster but with daddy long legs behind you, it didn’t take long for him to catch up to your pace. Pretending the tall boy with the stupid round glasses and the stuck-up dark academia fit wasn’t there, your focus remained on the paper in your grip. Studying the printed font, you maneuvered through various bookshelves without looking up until you reached a door that read “Employees Only.” 

Swiping your employee card to grant you access, you hurried in to keep Johnny out. Kicking the door closed you didn’t work–Johnny’s long foot caught it before it shut and you cursed. You wished it slammed against him, inflicting some sort of pain—much like the pain he caused you. 

Sighing, a realization hit you. He was never going to leave you alone no matter how hard you tried. But did that truly upset you or did it leave your body buzzing with nerves? 

“You’re ignoring me,” Johnny deadpanned as your hands ghosted against the spines of many books lining the shelves. His heavy footsteps echoed in the room; it was louder than your nervous breaths. Being alone with him did make you nervous, not that you would ever admit it out loud.

You would never admit to the butterflies you felt when he was around or the way your heart pounded erratically against your breastbone. You would never admit the way the scent of his perfume drove you a bit mad—almost as mad as the famed hatter—or how irritatingly handsome he looked when he studied at the counter, full lips in a pout and rounded glasses sliding down the slope of his nose.

Or how much you liked when he did little things like holding the door open for you when you had a dolly filled with merchandise. Making sure you got a worksheet that you missed during a class discussion. How you grew sweet on him when he’d drive you home after a shared closing shift, expressing his concern for your safety. 

Johnny said he wouldn’t want any girl to wait out in the dark for an unreliable bus. He’d rather see you home so he was one hundred percent sure you made it back to your apartment in one piece. Johnny wouldn’t leave the lot until he saw your bedroom light turn on. He memorized what floor you were on the day he took you all the way to your door. It was the night some loiterers were being loud and obnoxious at the front of your building. You didn’t feel safe walking past them on your own, frightened by the drunken catcalls they threw at people passing by. So like any good person would do, Johnny draped a protective arm around your shoulder, told you to keep your pretty little head down, and led you to the elevator. 

You even caught yourself dreaming about him during the day and night, random thoughts of him streaming into your consciousness. They were like little movie reels playing in your head. Scenes of him sitting in the corners of the shop, reading and annotating the books you recommended to guests, or him sipping on that large cup of iced americano that he consumed daily.

You would never admit to any of those things, especially not to him.

“I’m not ignoring you, you’re too insignificant to ignore.”

Johnny laughed a light chuckle as if he thought your response was cute. You hated it. 

“I just don’t want anything to do with you, and also— I. Am. Working,” you hissed as you finally reached the shelf you were looking for. The customer had ordered a new contemporary romance novel—one you found yourself indulging in during your breaks before it was released—but it was nowhere to be found in your stock. 

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Johnny’s voice came from behind you. You felt the heat of his body and you clenched your hand, ultimately wrinkling the paper you held. That was fine; the customer didn’t need it after your interaction anyway. It was going straight to the trash, just like your heart was. 

Your not-so-fragile heart was going in the damn garbage because you were letting a stupid pretentious English major rile you up over the dumbest things. An ounce of hate consumed you as you came to this epiphany. You were supposed to hate him, despise him for challenging your position as the top seller in the store, and for stealing your spotlight from the English department. So why didn’t you?

“God—where is that damned book?” Your irritation seeped through your words and the way you slammed the metal shelves. 

Johnny chuckled, easily snatching the paper from your hands, earning a small huff from you. He took a glance at it before shifting his gaze to the higher shelves--the ones you needed a step stool for. Your co-worker, smug as he could be, found it easily and with confidence, he reached for it. The action pressed you against the shelf, your hands immediately finding purchase on the metal to steady yourself from the unexpected weight. His strong, hard chest was against your back and his hot breath hit your ear. “Looking for this one?”

You stiffened against him. You could not move, not when Johnny’s weight trapped you between his arms. Not when the sweet scent of his cologne was flooding your senses. Not when his low, husky voice whispered in your ear. 

“I don’t need your help,” you hissed back, fingers gripping onto the edge of the shelf. 

“You need my height.”

“There’s a step stool right there for me to use so no, John, I don’t need your help.”

“Clearly, you do, sweetheart, you couldn’t even find that book for that sweet customer that’s waiting for you out there.”

The nickname, although a bit heart-fluttering, was also somewhat degrading and it set you off. Fire seeped through your veins. With a breath, you turned so that you were chest to chest. With furrowed brows and a piercing glare, you said, “I don’t need you—“

“You sure?” Johnny leaned closer, his hazed eyes dipping down to your frowning lips for a fraction of a second. 

You caught the action and again, your heart tried pushing its way out of your body, “—or your help or your teasing here and in class. I’m tired.”

“I’m not.” Of course, he wasn’t. He never was. That’s what made him so annoying—his persistence. 

“Give me the book, John.” 

“Nah, I think I’ll hold on to it for you.”

“Hand it over.”

Lowering down to her level, he smirks and says, “Why don’t you make me?”

“Don’t think I can do it?”

“Oh, I’d really like to see you try.”

Johnny’s challenging words pulled you to do something unexpected. Instead of replying with words, you accepted his provocation by yanking him to your level and fitting your mouth against his. Your fingers curled in his long, soft hair while his free hand drifted to your waist. It wrapped around your middle, further trapping you in between his build and the cold metal shelf. 

Johnny kissed you like it was something that he wanted to do. Like it was something he was meant to do. Whenever you moved, he followed. Every little tilt of the head or breath you took was followed by him finding his way back to you. There was no escaping his lips, his scent, his whole entire being. Johnny was all around you and for once, you let yourself indulge in the moment. 

When Johnny swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, you opened yourself up to him. You allowed him to explore parts of you that had been closed off for many years. The levels of passion were on an equal scale, the tiny noises escaping you matching the level of Johnny’s eager groans. He made you forget where you were once his grip found its way to your chin, pulling you to close the space you created as you took a needed breath. The task of helping the customer was temporarily erased from memory as he pulled away just enough to whisper your name against your lips.

But it all came back to you once you felt that book–the one you fought him for–press against your middle. It was wedged in between your bodies, distracting you from the pleasure that came from kissing your rival. 

So, as Johnny went back in for another kiss, you grabbed the book out of his loosened grip and shoved him away. 

Taking a good look at him, Johnny’s face was red and his lips were all kinds of swollen. There was a dazed look in his eyes, one that was so hazy, it was the dreamiest thing you had ever laid eyes on. His hand remained at the level of your head, fingers twitching, as if they wanted to grab hold of you once more. Your name barely escaped his lips when you slowly retreated towards the exit. You created a wider space between you, with the coveted book in one hand and the other blindly reaching for the door handle.

“There. See?”

“See what?” Johnny said breathlessly.

“I tried,” you replied, staring right into his eyes. If you looked elsewhere, if your gaze wandered back down to the lips that tasted so addicting, you would have folded and ran back right to him. Shaking the book within his view, you continued on, “And when I try, I always get what I want.”

Giving him no time to talk back, you opened the door and made your great escape. 

His brown eyes remained on the door long after you left, waiting for his heart to calm itself. His fingers rubbed against his lips, mind still clouded with no one else but you. That wasn’t an odd occurrence to him, it was actually quite a normal one. Not that you had to know.

Johnny opened up to the thought of you long before that kiss occurred. 

It happened earlier in the year, when he saw you tutoring his friend Mark in the English department’s writing center. You diligently helped the struggling student, offering him constructive feedback with a high amount of patience. You stayed hours after your tutoring shift ended, making sure Mark hit every point on the grading rubric to ensure that he would get a passing grade. 

There was no need for you to go out of your way like that but you wanted to out of the goodness of your heart. And just like you assisted Mark, you continued to go above and beyond in your bookstore clerk duties to guarantee that every customer left satisfied. 

Your dedication to your work was admirable. It made you all the more charming in Johnny’s eyes, even more charming than the first time he laid eyes on you during first year orientation. 

A new book opened way back then, the love story in his heart practically writing itself. But as your treatment and obvious distaste towards him worsened over the years, he shelved that book away. Despite the harsh treatment he didn’t deserve, Johnny’s heart always held a soft spot for you; the page he left off on dog-eared for him to return to. It remained folded, the crease pressing a permanent indent into the page in case Johnny wanted to explore his feelings in depth once again.

And as you rang up the customer that you fought over, Johnny went through the library of his mind, searching for that book he filed away. And once he found it, he pried it out of the shelf and opened it back up, undoing the crease that bookmarked where he left off. 

Johnny was ready to fall in love again but more importantly, he was ready to fall in love with you. 

EMPLOYEE BULLETIN BOARD. Hey, everyone! I’m back. Long time no chat <3 First of all, happy new year! But more importantly, happy Johnny day!!! I went through my archives to find this. It was originally planned to be a longer fic but I lost inspiration for it. Maybe I can come back to it one day and fully flesh it out. But until then, this is all I’ve got (until Jaehyun’s birthday). Please tell me what you think of it. I feel like I’m a bit rusty ;;;

A big thanks to @lavendersuh for reading through this multiple times and editing/suggesting things when she saw fit. You’re the best, Em <3 @smileysuh you’re the king for also skimming through this. And @yutaholic for indulging me as I spam her with all my ideas uwu. You’re awesome!! 

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© sehunniepotwrites, 2022

[adxmanial]

More uni work, iterating upon rulandr’s concept art from last week and refining it to represent his character more, as well as a character sheet to contextualize him within the world I am creating. 

The points summarized, if my handwriting is hard to read hfmfhgm:

Ruland’r is a harpy, and all harpies are exclusively born female, but through magic (or just social transition) can be transmasculine, as he is. He is 60 years old and has lived in Solaris for roughly 20 years of his life as a “civilized” harpy, retiring from adventuring to settle down and start an antique shop that specializes in the sale of occult items. While he is retired, he can still hold his own, and though he doesn’t usually go out to find his own occult items to collect or sell anymore, occasionally when no adventurers are willing, he still delves into dungeons alone.  He is the only one with a legal permit within a several hundred mile radius around Solaris, which has given him quite the ego boost, and has allowed him to set his own prices for magical items, given that you either buy and sell to him, or risk getting arrested. There are no cheap trinkets in his shop, anything he doesn’t find useful to him sold but still very much magical, so he has a lot of money and indulges in opulence often. Despite being “civilized,” he still comes from harpy culture, where things such as “clothes” and “modesty” are a foreign concept, and so most of his fashion is very open, exposing his chest. He doesn’t care to adapt to Solaris’s culture in that sense, and actually revels in watching his customers -- most of which are rich stuck up nobles looking for the latest fun trinket to buy -- squirm as they try not to say anything, given that they have nowhere else to buy occult items.  Thanks to his patronage as a warlock of the mysterious entity called “The Archivist,” he has magical powers in exchange for his constant acquisition of knowledge. He was gifted three magical skulls that aren’t of any still-living species, but he has a single favorite one, carved with three eyes on it, that he can speak to the Archivist through. It’s usually either on a podium, prominently displayed, or on his person.  As a result, he often dabbles in dangerous and occult magics for his hunt for knowledge, and his hubris knows no bounds. So far he has evaded severe consequences, but he always comes a hair’s breath away from them. He hoards the most powerful and dangerous of items, locked away in a small pocket dimension given to him by The Archivist, but other smaller trinkets that are of no interest to him are sold once he has gleaned all the knowledge he can from them.  Most of his emotions are just some shade of irritation, but around his husband he does in fact soften up. He is not very good at people, unable to pick up on social cues and not bothering to try, figuring that other people should simply deal with him or get out of his store. He has no filter, but it does at least guarantee honesty from him, even if its brutal.

[damistrolls]

lmk when the listing is posted I would love to apply. what are the qualifications

He sighs, not looking up from his sewing machine.

"We have a few different roles to fill.

For one, it would be nice to have someone who explicitly studied fashion merchandising or marketing. It was something that I dabbled in, but of course my and Arvyne's specialties lie in design and textile sciences, and I admit, we are not as well-organized as we ought to be.

However, that is less important than actual clothesmaking. That is where we need the most help, simply because we need to be able to keep up with our orders. We outsource aid for our regular clothing lines, and simply tailor as necessary in-shop, but our specialty is actually in custom clothing and designs, and it is not something I or Arvyne would feel comfortable outsourcing. It just would not be up to my own standards, and it would be unfair on our clientele.

We would both prefer trolls with a degree in textile sciences, of course, but a sufficient amount of skill and attention to detail would be enough for us. A trial period would also be absolutely necessary, so we could monitor their work before making our final decision. I know we can't afford to be too picky, but... I do not want our quality to suffer."

[pumpkinsy0]

Dahlia,Tiara, and Curly (fem) clothing style? Do you think they act more tomboyish or fem? Also how would the Shepard gang function work in a genderbend version?

before i start, NONE of them r girly girls, not one of em

for dahlia, like at first glance yea sure its tomboyish for the time, but if u thought about it, its more on the feminine side, button down that has the first few undone and its not fully tucked in or tight shirt thats tied at the stomach, leather jacket, bandana tied in her hair to keep it outta her way, flat shoes, and a belt, and high waisted pants

she wants to be treated like a princess in the sense that she wants to b spoiled and treated well, but doesnt want to b held down, very feisty and aggressive, totally upfront

for tiara its on the tomboy side but once again, not by a lot, plus its baggy, and doesnt exactly dress like a greaser???? but she can fit in just fine and shes fine w that, she wears dark slacks, simple t shirt, and a leather bomber jacket dally gave her, and shitty sneakers, thats rlly it, cant particularly afford to dress up and even then she doesnt bother to

very down to earth, doesnt care for a lot of things, u leave her alone and she’ll leave u alone, doesnt try to intimidate but she can still do it unintentionally

curly,,,,my lover girl,,,w curly, she has a leather jacket w some customization, partially bc tia had to patch it up and bc she just wanted to b #different to make her look cooler, she wears tight fitting tshirts, high wasted pants cuffed at the bottom or some shorts, and a bandana, either tucked in her pocket or put in her hair, some boots, and if she was feelin it those fingerless gloves

she acts a mix of both??? feminine and tomboyish??? shes always ready for a fight so she rarely if ever wears a skirt/dress or a bandana around her neck, but also wants to b treated right by a guy (or girl, pony im looking at u) and b fawned over and would act more girly to try and get what she wants

as for how the shepard gang would function, i dont think they would b as feared considering theyre a group of girls and yknow, time period misogyny, they arent rlly THAT much of a organized crime gang, more so a group of girls looking out for each other but they do dabble in a bit of illegal things to get money and have gotten into it w other girl gangs

[lissomelace]

⭐️ i would love to hear any director’s commentary about point of pride!

Okay, I got this and my mind proceeded to go COMPLETELY BLANK of anything to talk about. So since this one is more general about the AU, I’m going to talk about the Aulendi.

I often tell people that if I could be anything in the world, I would want to be a Ñoldor elf, despite the murder. This is because I love making stuff, and really love how significant it is to their culture and identity. (and problems. I must not forget the problems.) So the majority of the Aulendi either a) do things I really want to do, or b) do things I have at least a little experience with. Which is why I love writing them, and loved building out their world.

TaÞarwen is (I think) the first one that I wrote in, and I sort of made her and that scene out of a combination of things, including: my dislike of fast fashion as an institution, my love of the Gender Neutral Skirt ™ (seriously, so many people wore ‘skirts’ for so much of history. They are SO much easier than pants), and my conviction that making proper clothing takes a whole lot of time and effort.

(You may notice that Findaráto still doesn’t have the custom outfits. Because it takes time to craft something Really Really Nice, and immortal elves who are also devotees of the god of craft most definitely take the time to Do Things Right.

That said, it IS coming up!)

And the other significant ones we’ve seen are Meryanilda and Tiquwen. My experience with harps is definitely on the ‘making’ rather than the ‘playing’ side, but I’m still very new to making them, and have only dabbled. Still, I enjoyed getting to feature them and the sort of interplay between their craft, practiced by the Aulendi, and someone like Makalaurë, who has a competitive AND collaborative desire to work around and with the masters of HIS craft. Which is practiced to less of an institutional degree among the Aulendi.

When I started planning this story and universe, I started from the threesome and worked outward. What safe place could Findaráto find? What made Fëanáro’s family different from the other Ñoldor to such a degree that they had completely separate gender roles and social culture?

…It had to be craft. The fact that there is a culture in which craft is important and respected is still very different from a culture of craftspeople. Historically speaking, however much craftspeople were respected (or not) they were not a ruling class. Ruling classes are generally politicians, by birthright or (more rarely) election, religious leaders, and economic ones. Similarly, in my reading experience, I see few examples of actual craftspeople among the royal Ñoldor. The specific examples are Míriel (dead), Fëanáro (…complicated), Mahtan (among Aule’s folk, not Tirion, not royal), Nerdanel (same as Mahtan, don’t know if/how she fit into the court, but my guess is no), and Curufinwë II and III.

Most of the next generation comes into their own in Beleriand. They’re politicians, rulers, warriors, generals. They build things, yes, like cities (Turgon and Finrod), ships (Eärendil, with clear Telerin influence from Círdan), and Maeglin (half-Sindar, specifically learned smithing from his Sindarin father and not his Ñoldorin mother). There are a few other notable smiths, but still. Not directly in or from the ruling line, save Curufinwës 1-3.

(I'm not saying they aren't a culture of crafters, I'm just saying for the purposes of this story, I engineered a split working off of a potential subdivision in canon. Also, a culture is more than just the ruling line, that's only where we tend to focus because those are the significant and named figures in canon)

So that’s kind of where the split came from, in Point of Pride. The Ñoldor respect craft, and it is what their culture is known for, but most of the people who specifically devote themselves to it as a calling can be found in Aulë’s lands, which I feel has at least a little canonical justification. Even if they wouldn’t see themselves as priests, disseminating the work and ideas formed in his forges to the broader Ñoldorin culture at large is kind of the role they play in this story. And because of the physical and social distance, they had the room to develop in a drastically different way (as much as the two-way unawareness might be a bit unrealistic). I like the idea that the farther one gets from a strict social ‘court’ and the closer one gets to a sort of egalitarian unification of ideals and purpose in proximity to a literal deity, the more protected one gets from strict social consequences. And the less close someone is likely to look. Like nuns, who were allowed/required to eschew the social requirement of marriage for religious purposes (not an expert, don’t quote me on that). I’m not saying the Aulendi are religious figures to that sort of strict level, but by opting into the inner circle of a Vala, they are effectively opting out of the monarchy and the social structure of the Ñoldor, knowingly or not.

(Yes, this will cause problems later.)

Well, that was probably way too much!! Thank you for the chance to (over) explain some thoughts I had! I hope you enjoy reading this excessive wall of text, and thank you for the ask!

[astra-galaxie]

Hello again! Do you have any modern day Flying Squad (MOTP) headcannons? No pressure!

It seems that my Mysteries of The Past skills are being tested! Modern-day headcanons for the Flying Squad… Hmm…🤔 Good question! Here’s what I have for if the Flying Squad existed in the present timeline!

Argo

He still uses his crutches but is also an ambulatory wheelchair user. Like his crutches, Jason customized his boyfriend’s wheelchair to fit his style. He also made Argo interchangeable wheel covers to match his outfits, holidays, and other occasions

He loves doing underwater photography. He takes some of the most beautiful pictures of life under the sea

Would dress very androgynously. To Argo, clothing does not have a gender. If he likes how they look on him and they make him comfortable, he’ll wear them

Would have a secret YouTube account where he does covers of songs. He never shows his face on camera, but those close to him know about the account and are subscribed to it

Maddie

She was a party girl in high school to rebel against her mother. She toned down after joining the police academy, but she still loves a good party from time to time

Her mother STILL tries to set her up with men. She even once went as far as making Maddie accounts on multiple dating apps until Maddie learned of her meddling and made her delete them

Since travelling is more accessible, unlike in her original timeline, Maddie can visit her extended family in Ireland and, therefore, also has a basic understanding of Gaelic

She is still a major car person and knows a lot about mechanics. She’s also competed in racing events and is a fan of Lily Karam

Isaac

He is a chess champion and competed in The World Chess Championship. He didn’t win, but he placed high on the scoreboard

He returns to New Orleans every year to celebrate Mardi Gras with his family and visit his brother’s grave

He collects and carves pipes. Even though he quit smoking in this timeline, he’s always admired the elegance of a smoking pipe and enjoys carving it. He sells them at craft fairs after he’s accumulated enough

He tried Equine Therapy to get over his phobia of horses. It wasn’t completely successful, but he can at least be near relaxed horses without having a panic attack

Arthur

He used to be a professional classical violinist before becoming a police officer. Is a member of the local orchestra alongside Dick

He is friends with other Police Chiefs like Samual King, Andrea Marquez and Diane Parker

He is still considered “a sophisticated gentleman” by his friends and coworkers. (Some call him a boring old-fashioned snob.) But despite his gentlemanly persona, Arthur isn’t narrow-minded. He is an avid supporter of human rights and people being themselves, even if he might not understand some identities

He is a tea expert. He has an extensive collection and can find the perfect blend for even the biggest anti-tea drinkers

Dick

With the advances in science compared to the late 19th century, his self-experimenting would be even crazier. If he and Lars Douglas were to meet, chaos (and explosions) would be sure to follow!

He still goes by the nickname “Dick” because he feels it represents him better than others like Rick. Also, it annoys Arthur, and that’s always a positive

He volunteers at the local children’s hospital. When it comes to entertaining children to help them temporarily forget their pain, Dick knows the best jokes, pranks and magic tricks!

He’s written several papers on his experiments and a few books. He also writes a popular murder mystery series that is praised for its accuracy thanks to his work as a coroner and consulting Viola and Rose

Viola

She would still be an actress in plays but had minor roles in movies and TV shows when she was younger. Also dabbled in voice acting

She owns some luxury items like jewelry and purses but also loves thrift hunting for hidden gems. She customizes some of her finds to fit her style better, but most she keeps in their original condition and simply mixes and matches/accessories to make new outfits

Instead of finding out by accident, Viola’s parents told her the truth about her biological father when they thought she was old enough to understand why they lied to her. Viola was hurt and confused by the confession, but she learned to forgive them for the secrecy and didn’t seek out her biological father, unlike in the original timeline

She is working on developing her own line of makeup and perfumes. Her teammates give her feedback on the products, and some model the makeup for her to see how they look on different skin tones

Rose

Her prosthetic arm would be more advanced and have secret features. But it would maintain its robotic look since Rose thinks it looks cooler than a more realistic one

She still has a rat named Ratsputin. She’s always been a fan of “weird” pets and is more drawn to them compared to “traditional” pets since most people shun them

She’s a gambler and loves visiting Paradise City to gamble at the casinos. She’s met and gambled against Frank and Karen Knight on countless occasions, and the three became gambling buddies

She’s met other weapons experts like Jonah Karam, Rita Estevez, and Jacob Arrow due to her underground work (therefore, she knows the supernatural exists but keeps it a secret)

Evie

In high school and college, she worked a summer job at the library

She and Nicolas loved dressing up in twin-themed costumes for Halloween

Diego gave Evie her first Lesbian pride flag and took her to her first pride parade. She was too scared and shy to go before, but Diego managed to convince her to give it a try. Evie had a blast and couldn't wait for the next one!

Like Dick, Evie writes books of various genres (romance, mystery, fantasy, etc.), but unlike him, she does so under a pseudonym. She also writes fanfiction online

Charlie

Would be an engineer but invent new/strange things on the side

He’s always up to date on the latest technology. He might not be classified as a tech expert, but he still knows his way around a computer!

While he loves modern technology, he also collects vintage and retro tech. His favourites are video game consoles and music players

Not sure what his connection to Armand and Alessia would be… Maybe a cousin? Or possibly Alessia’s brother?

Diego

Runs an anonymous art blog on Tumblr and also has accounts on other sites like Instagram and Patreon

Would still be a thief but wouldn't steal art for his own collection since he wants art history to be preserved

Attends annual pride parades and festivals. He drags the Squad along to them and makes sure everyone dresses the part

Similar to Argo, clothing does not have a gender to Diego. He’ll wear what makes him comfortable, confident, and good-looking, even if it's not considered “masculine”

I think that’s all I have for now for modern-day headcanons for the Flying Squad! This was fun to do since I got to bring the Squad into the same timeline as the other teams! I always wonder what it would have been like if we met the Flying Squad at some point during Travel in Time and got to interact with them instead of just “reading” about their adventures in Mysteries of The Past…

Thank you for the ask!

[poetfilm]

headcanons for amy and laurie but these got long so it's going under the cut. personals and non-mutuals, please leave me and my posts alone.

both of them:

they share most things, including but not limited to clothes, perfume, shampoo and soap, skincare products, and the last brain cell. one can only imagine how much more annoying jo's life gets when they start dating. they often show up to wherever jo is at the most inconvenient times without announcing themselves first and proceed to go on two separate infodumping tangents.

diverging from canon: they didn't get married as quickly as they did in the book/movies. (just in modern/main verse because i think it's way less plausible.) technically became "official" when they were in paris (would have been a little while after beth passed away), but they moved in together pretty soon after returning home to concord.

eventually married during a little impromptu vegas trip (which mostly occurred because they were bored one day, so they just bought plane tickets). they didn't tell anyone till they got back (safe to assume everyone was a little bit annoyed by this) but they had a nice little ceremony later on with jo as best man, meg as maid of honor, daisy as flower girl, demi as ring bearer, and john as a secondary groomsman / backup best man because they didn't want him to be left out.

amy:

reacts very dramatically whenever someone (usually jo, sometimes laurie when he's being a little shit) uses foul language.

doesn't really drink alcohol unless there's a ton of sugar in it. basically only likes spiked juice. extremely lightweight, will fall asleep after 1.5 beverages.

likes to embroider or decorate most of her clothes. almost everything she wears regularly has some little flowers, sequins, or fabric paint. also knits and crochets, mostly accessories. sometimes sweaters, but she's not quite as skilled at bigger projects.

kind of dabbles in every medium. loves to make things from clay and paper, but most skilled in drawing and painting. everyone gets a custom scrapbook for christmas and a painting or sculpture for their birthday.

her childhood home is quite literally covered in her artwork. it starts off relatively small scale, but as you get further into the house, there's just more and more of them. complete chaos. her side of the bedroom (she shares with beth) just looks like a craft store exploded.

loves to greet people with a kiss on both cheeks ("like the french and italians" she claims). gets very upset if people don't give her a cheek kiss in return and acts like they've scorned her terribly.

laurie:

even more of an attention-seeking drama queen than amy. it's so serious.

"he should have been at the club." well, actually he was at the club and he dances like a peanuts character.

didn't know how to use a can opener until he was like 15.

steals flowers from other people's gardens.

he's renamed every single one of the march family cats. it's never a good name but he thinks they're all really clever. please don't ask what the names are because there were at least 5 when he got here and they keep multiplying.

a lot of his clothes are embroidered too because sometimes amy gets bored and needs a project and there's no point in trying to stop her.

had long hair for a bit during his teen years, around the same time when jo first cut their hair short, claims that he was "compensating for the tragic loss". everyone told him how much they hated it pretty regularly, especially his grandpa.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven! 👋🏻 I just went through your #my art, and i wanted to tell you that i really really really like your artworks of Miss Raven and Co. You truly put a lot of effort into your artwork, and it shows! With each new drawing, you seem to be getting better! ✏️💕

As i mentioned earlier, i really liked your Miss Raven drawings! they're so cute! especially when you drew Miss Raven in alternative clothing. I also like how much detail you put in your designs for Miss Raven, like the ones for the Fairy Gala or Masquerade Ball are so beautiful 🥺 and still fit her character!

The one you did with her wearing different dorm uniforms from each dorm was such a cool idea! it was interesting to see how she may have appeared if Miss Raven was transferred to said dorms! call me biased, but i liked the octavinelle design the most 😂 but poor Miss Raven. If she had to work part-time in Mostro lounge, she'll have to avoid two predatory Eels 😭 One wants to tease her while the other either wants to squeeze her or dump all his work on her cuz he isn't feeling it today, then there's Azul who takes advantaged of the fact that Miss Raven is close to headmaster Crowley and makes profit 📈 Run Miss Raven Run!!!

Anyway, I think i'm going to steal her away and fight off a certain dangerous and manipulate Eel, a Skilful Hunter, a Lazy Lion, and a dude with the power of christ (idk is Rollo x Raven even a thing?!).

I always look forward to seeing a new artwork of yours truly~

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Wehhh 😭 I’m glad you find enjoyment in my silly little doodles! Art is definitely an area I’m less comfortable with, but I do like dabbling in it when the mood strikes.

There’s something therapeutic in designing a new look for your OC! You take the time to consider their individual style, the overall theme, and how you can marry the two to create a cute outfit~ I’m really happy with how Raven’s Fairy Gala Couture came out; it’s definitely one of my favorite looks for her. The Masquerade outfit was also fun for me to assemble, but it seems a lot less cohesive in hindsight (probably because I didn’t line + color it, so it’s harder to distinguish individual elements??).

The NRC dorm uniforms (+ the sequel with RSA and NBC uniforms) was another cool project! I think my favorites from those are the Heartslabyul look (just because I’m a sucker for the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic + Raven is twisted from the raven in its infamous riddle), the Diasomnia look (it gives “fairy tale princess turned knight” energy), and the Noble Bell look (because the extra fabric is nice and flowy). You can see how the environment and the personality of each school/dorm influences her, right? ^^ It’s also interesting to think about how differently Raven might have turned out if each of these places had more of an influence on her life.

Bruh 💀 I think she’d die if she worked at the Mostro Lounge, dealing with customers and shady coworkers and employer… though that’s not to say that any of the other dorms would necessarily be better! Miss Raven would have gripes with or rivals in each of them somehow. It’s the Night Raven College way, I guess??

One of these things is not like the other… Looking back on it, 3 out of 4 of those are basically predatory-prey dynamics there there’s a type developing and I don’t know if I like it/j 😂 I’d say Jade’s the “main” love interest, while Rook’s the “oh, he’s cute” one… L*ona kind of started as a crack ship but now I think it’s more of a one-sided thing?? Like, Miss Raven still sees L*ona as sort of a rival, whereas he’s grown a little fond of her but knows he can’t do much to sway her… It’s the eternally “second place” syndrome… 😔

Rollo has the most complex relationship with her (sure, call it a ship if you want 😂), built primarily on a strange savior complex. He did some heinous stuff and dislikes her because she’s very pro-magic—but I think there’s a part of him that feels like she’s a lost lamb that’s been led astray by Draconia and therefore he needs to “save” and “correct” her. Problem is, he’s bad at Emotions so his anger gets redirected at Miss Raven herself. Meanwhile, Miss Raven realizes the similarities between herself and Rollo, so she wants to be a friend to him. She sort of forces him to be her pen pal (thinking that writing down how he feels will help him cope with what happened). So weirdly enough, Raven wants to “save” Rollo and Rollo wants to “save” Raven (but both suck at communicating well).

Who knows, we’ll see how things play out from here Nd when the whim to draw strikes next 📝

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