#Rope embroidered details

[freshthoughts2020]

[elysia-nsimp]

Hello scary Danganronpa community I would like to leave my Korekiyo redesign here an an offering please do not hunt me for sport /hj

Details and stuff (giant bricks of autistic text) below cut

Okay so in canon, we know Kiyo’s sister made his uniform and (I THINK) (DONT QUOTE ME ON THIS) he canonically doesn’t like it very much but wears it because of the whole… sister thing.

This redesign is meant to NOT be just a replacement of the OG design, but takes place in a non-despair AU where Kiyo actually learns that the relationship he had with his sister was NOT a healthy one. He gets support from his classmates and possibly the therapy he DESPERATELY NEEDS, and after beginning to accept his situation, he makes his OWN uniform with help and input from his peers.

That being said, what all did I do and what was my thought process?

- his og outfit was highly inspired by military-style clothing, and. *The anti-semetic armband.* so all that went in the trash because I didn’t like it

- I put him in more comfy traveling clothes—a soft button-up, a cardigan, slightly baggy pants, high travel boots. He travels a lot so might as well be comfy for it! The boots have a fluffy lining for cold weather

- I changed the hat. He needed a hat still but I changed it from a military style hat to a sea man type hat. It just felt right.

- kept the mask, but he wears it more because of his travels—lots of diseases. + his sister died of illness so he’s cautious about that. (I did change some of his story too but I tried to keep the big plot points while not romanticizing it)

- kept the bandages too. He does a lot of field work so I imagine he gets scratches a lot. Just another precaution to protect himself when traveling.

- I wanted to use the rope and rose motifs in his official art. I was so disappointed there wasn’t more of that. So his cardigan and pants have matching vine patterns and he has a rope tied around his waist—it’s there because sometimes you need a rope yknow. It’s a tool but also stylish/hj

- it’s commented on in the game how he’s very feminine (QUEER) and how he “has the kind of beauty that puts female colleagues to shame” ??? which is a weird way of forshadowing BUT I decided he gets to have long eyelashes and longer nails.

- his locket has been moved from his breast pocket to a necklace.

- and lastly I kinda liked the weird stringy hair thing Danganronpa does sometimes?? I just gave it more volume because . Yeah.

So yeah those are my big notes. How about some more story-based explanations?

- Kiyo got used to the darker palette (plus it keeps the mysterious spooky vibe the creators were going for), so he just kept that.

- all the material is soft and breathable, which was his priority when looking for the base clothing pieces!

- Angie helped him with the rose and vines! They’re embroidered. All Kiyo said was that he felt it was all very green and wanted to bring back some red, something about roses, and that’s what Angie came up with for him. He really liked how it came out

So yeah :] I hope y’all enjoy, I like the final product. Definitely not intended to be canon in the event of the killing game universe but I’ve always preferred exploring non-despair AUs.

If anyone WANTS to hear about the story changes I made lmk but uhhh I’m not making that my first Danganronpa post ahahahahahahha (<- read this as frightened and shaking like a chihuahua)

Again please don’t shoot me point blank danganronpa community

[appledew]

Here is Big Ratty!

Made for @BaronofCaring!

Copy and pasted from the reel of this little one! I can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DDSRSiAJnHu/

This fella immediately overtook MOST intense Teddy design! I originally thought I was in over my head, but goodness, I'm over the moon with how this little one came out!

This plushie is made with custom hand dyed minky, minky and a small bit of rope like cord. They stand at about 17 inches tall. Details are machine embroidered and appliqued, some of those accessories are removable, specifically the helmet, anchor, "arm accessory" and air tank. Helmet can be pulled over their head and closed via hook and loop, arm accessory can be slipped on and off the arm, it's literally a tube! Anchor has an elastic strap to wrap around the wrist, and the cord can wrap around the wrist to hide the elastic. Air tank is a backpack! They contain ball joint armature in their base body, and wire armature in the tail.

Starting off: the amount of simplifying this little one went through! I did my best keeping major details in the design, and winging a few "hidden" details, like the belt design and the back of the helmet.

In hindsight, I do partially wish I planned a little better and made some of the accessories out of other fabrics to add... Or reduce, some of the fluffy texture, but of course that would lose some of their cuddly-ness! Including the cuddly-ness of the arm accessory and anchor😂

Trying not to yap too much more, but holy cow, the amount of flop flipping between colors; I did end up setting for quite a few colors, and the most drastic change is actually very visible. The toe in the boots was the original grey, but unfortunately I only had dyed scraps and knew I wouldn't have enough for the whole plush. I was originally going to be selective with where I used that grey, but canned it all together!

No more yapping because I could go on and on, I'm gonna miss seeing this sweetheart on the shelf in my workspace! 😭

As of 12/18-- I can absolutely confirm that they are horribly missed, 🥺but happy to have them on their way to their forever home!

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[tenthmuseondine]

Many fans often envision The Conquerors in a Byzantine fashion, and it's quite fitting. The Byzantine Empire, also known as the Eastern Roman Empire, persisted as the continuation of the Roman Empire, surviving the challenges that led to the fall of the Western Roman Empire in the 5th century AD. Similarly, The Conquerors, the Targaryen family, survived the Doom of Valyria, making them the heirs and continuation of the Valyrian Freehold.

SO, If we picture ancient Valyrians donning attire akin to 1st-century Romans, like stolla dresses and palla cloaks for women and togas for men, it logically follows that The Conquerors, as inheritors of the empire, would don Byzantine clothing in their portrayal.

NOW! although the 6th-century Byzantine imperial costume boasts simplicity in silhouette, draping, and cut, it is truly elevated by its lavish bejeweled and embellished details.

Take, for instance, Empress Theodora's state costume: a white stola adorned with intricate gold and jewel embellishments at the hem, a purple paludamentum heavily embroidered with a luxurious gold border, and a prominently jeweled collar crowning the cloak—an iconic symbol of Byzantine fashion. Completing her regal ensemble is a headdress with cascading ropes of pearls. Meanwhile, her ladies in waiting don similar attire, albeit with fewer embellishments.

All in all, Byzantine fashion is all about garments embroidered with gold and adorned with pearls and jewels.

And it is this extravagant opulence I wanna see The Conquerors in - Aegon adorned in a blood-red paludamentum pinned gracefully on his right shoulder, while Visenya and Rhaenys don heavily bejeweled collars and intricate hairstyles.

However, it doesn't have to be overly historically accurate. I believe that as long as certain 'iconic' Byzantine fashion elements are incorporated, the silhouette can be altered. Take, for example, the 19th-century depictions of Empress Theodora:

While most of them lack accuracy (with Jean-Joseph Benjamin-Constant's version being the closest to historical credibility), they successfully capture the essence of luxury, gold, and opulence.

Conclusion: I think if I were to draw The Conqueror sisters, I wouldn't necessarily adhere strictly to the historically accurate shapeless, modest silhouette. However, I would definitely strive to convey the essence of luxury and ornamentation in my depiction.

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

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If The Sims series has given us anything, it's good villains. This set is inspired by some favourites across the series; Vita Alto (TS3), Lily Feng (TS4), Count Vladislaus Straud IV (TS4) and possibly the most evil, Angela Pleasant (TS2).

Item descriptions below the cut:

Vita Dress - A Maxi Dress with bishop sleeves and embroidered details on the collar, sleeve and waist

Verdlana Hair - A low, braided bun with volume in the crown and a centre part

Vittoria Pendant - A rope chain pendant with tassel

Vittoria Earrings - Tassel drop earrings

Victoria Dress - A patterned silk dress with open cape sleeves

Serpentine Necklace - Sneklace in precious metal with gemstone inlay eyes

Serpentine Bracelet - Coiled bracelet in precious metal with gemstone inlay eyes

Arabella Earrings - Gemstone earrings with fringing detail

Vlad Smoking Jacket - Who says cleavage is just for women? Not Vlad. Smoking jacket in a variety of patterns with quilted collar and sleeve trim

Vlad Teeth - Double fangs in four options. Two bloodied and two with rather undead looking gums

Angela Dress - Deceptively sweet looking off the shoulder 50s prom dress

Heuchera Earrings - 50s/60s style bakelite earrings with some painted options (including two cursed surprises)

[thebarontheabyss]

Happy Halloween to all dead and alive patrons of TBOTA! 👻🎃

Sharing another entry from the archive update if you haven't tried it yet—one that is just perfect for tonight. All other entries are available in the menu or during Chapter 4 of the game!

Have a spooky-but-fun holiday, and see you in the Abyss! 🖤

The Last Recordings of Ibaria Kell’ani

——————▸ Recording 001:

Finally, got this thing working.

My name is Ibaria Kell’ani. I’m a field agent of the Extrarealmic Exploration Institute of Civitas. I was taken hostage by inhabitants of realm C520, for reasons I still can’t figure out.

We were ambushed just a few miles from the gateway right after we descended into the valley. Everything happened so fast.

I… I don’t know where the others are.

When I woke up, I found myself in this chamber. No sign of my team, no sign of my captors—just cold stone walls and… silence.

Shit. I need to think.

——————▸ Recording 002:

An hour has passed since my last recording. Finally managed to calm down.

Let’s see… the important details.

So I woke up in this lavish room, not exactly what I’d call a cell. It’s... unsettling. The bed is large, almost too comfortable, with golden embroidered sheets and a flowing canopy. There’s a faucet in the corner, and a plate of fruit on the bedside table—perfectly arranged, by the way. Fresh, untouched.

Were I not a hostage, I’d give this place a five-star review.

There’s a large window overlooking the valley, and based on the view, I think I’m on the opposite side from where we landed. The elevation is dizzying. It’s way too high to climb down. I thought about making a rope from the bedsheets, but considering how far the drop is, I’d probably fall to my death.

So… let’s file that under Plan Z for now.

Oh, and the door to my room is wide open. Not locked. Not guarded. Just… opened.

I took a peek outside. There’s a huge corridor, stretching in both directions, but it’s too dark to see where it will take me. But I did see some ornate carvings running along the walls, the kind that would take lifetimes to craft.

What a strange prison cell. If that’s even what this is. I called out for my team, but the only thing that answered was my own voice, echoing back.

Nothing. No one. Just silence.

I think… I was hurt during the ambush. There’s a wound on my chest, right above my heart. I didn’t notice it at first—maybe I was in shock. But when I looked, someone had sealed it up. The stitching is crude, primitive. And yet, it doesn’t hurt.

In fact, it’s… warm to the touch.

I’ve been debating whether to leave the room. The open door feels like bait. Like part of some elaborate plan. This realm—C520—has already proven dangerous, and I’m not naive enough to believe my captors would forget to lock my door.

But it’s either that or the window. And I’m not ready to throw myself off a cliff just yet.

I’ll… I’ll keep you updated.

——————▸ Recording 003:

What is this place?

It took some self-convincing, more than I’d like to admit—but I did it. I went outside. Walked through the dark corridor, my flashlight shaking in my hand the entire way.

At the end of the hall, I found a sodden door. Behind it… there’s a worship chamber, or something that resembles one.

Oh, I should mention—my comm device. Still broken. Probably fried during the ambush. So, I’m left with my secondary recording device. It can’t do video, but I’ll keep doing these audio docs, so If anyone ever finds them…

You know, I should probably stop thinking about that.

Anyway, the chamber. It’s huge, like some sort of ancient monastery. Big statues, lined the walls, their faces obscured by time or maybe deliberate damage. I think they depicted warriors, or Gods–or both. Each statue was clutching something—heads. Humanoid heads, held like stone trophies in their cold hands. There were unlit candles scattered across the floor, and carvings covering the walls and ground. It all screamed of some kind of cult-like ritual space.

Wish Agent Joles were here. Her expertise in extrarealmic anthropology would’ve come in handy. I’m just a field agent—a grunt. I’m here to follow the experts, not to play investigator in a nightmare temple.

I wonder where the others are.

The chamber was cold, but the atmosphere was worse than the temperature. I tried to read the carvings, but without my comm device, I couldn't translate them.

There was no exit except for the way I came in, so after a while, I left. Honestly, the whole place gave me the creeps. Those statues… those heads. It felt like they were watching me as I walked away. I know that’s crazy. I know I’m probably just freaked out. But I heard rumours, about the things hiding in some of these realms.

Although, that won’t make sense, right? They scan every realm before expeditions. They check for dangers. And for safety measures, we had a whole squad of security guards. So… how did this happened, for Dominie’s sake? We were supposed to be prepared for some primitive inhabitants. What the hell happened?!

Sorry. Got carried away.

So, when I got back to my room, I downed some water from the faucet. I kind of hesitated before drinking it, but they wouldn’t poison it, right? I mean, there’s no point. They can do whatever they want to me. It’s not like a 5’4" field agent is going to pose much of a threat.

Actually, another thing I don’t want to think about right now.

I need to reassess. The sun—looks like it’s starting to set. I’ll head out again. Try to cover more ground.

Wish me luck.

——————▸ Recording 004:

Hello again. It’s morning already. I was so tired I fell asleep and forgot to record.

So… where do I start? This place is huge. And I don’t mean big in the normal sense—I mean *palatial*. A labyrinth of halls, corridors, and rooms. It took me more than two hours just to make a partial sweep, and I’m not even sure I’ve seen half of it.

There’s a throne room, of all things, sitting empty like its monarch left centuries ago. I walked past more than ten chambers—some grand, like mine, others more bare but still way too fancy to be normal cells. I found a grand hall, kitchens (complete with gleaming silverware and bowls of nothing), and long stretches of corridors leading to dead ends or locked doors.

All of it… deserted.

It’s like a whole kingdom got up and walked away one day, leaving everything behind. There’s no dust, no decay. Just vast emptiness.

No sign of my team, as well. Not a trace. Not a voice. The only sounds are my footsteps and my breathing. I tried the doors leading outside, but they’re all sealed shut, not even a lock or handle to work with. I think… the lock is on the other side?

After a while, I could feel another panic attack creeping up on me. But… I was too damn tired to let it happen. I didn’t have the energy to be scared anymore.

Instead, I stumbled back to my room, drained. The plate of fruit was still sitting there on the bed, so I ate the whole thing in one go. Honestly, I don’t even remember what it tasted like. It could’ve been cardboard for all I care. I just needed something in my system. Then, I collapsed onto the bed and slept.

When I woke up… the plate was full again. Back where it had been yesterday. Fresh fruit, arranged just as perfectly as before.

That’s when I lost it. I yelled—really yelled—until my throat hurt. Not because I was scared. No, I was pissed. Furious, actually. I don’t care what’s going on anymore. I don’t care what they’re planning or what they’ll do to me. I just wanted this stupid, endless suspense to end.

But no one came. No one answered.

No footsteps, no voices, no movement at all.

Nothing.

So here I am again, talking to this recorder like it’s a friend. I’ll… I’ll try another walk around today. There has to be something I missed. Maybe a door I overlooked. Maybe some clue that’ll help me make sense of this.

I can’t give up. Not yet.

My wound seems to be getting better. I mean, it’s not hurting anymore. Just… pulsing a bit. That’s weird, right? It doesn’t hurt, but it’s like there’s a heartbeat just beneath the skin.

I don’t know. It’s the least of my problems right now.

——————▸ Recording 005:

It’s been three days. I don’t think there’s a way out.

I’ve searched every inch of this damned place—every hall, every room, every shadowed corner. And as far as I can tell, the only real exits are the windows. I spent yesterday walking through even more fancy halls and ornate chambers, all just as grand and empty as the rest of this palace.

There’s also a garden, which… well, I have to admit was a nice break. I needed the air. But other than that… Nothing.

Every morning, the fruit plate on my bed gets replenished. I checked it this morning, waiting to see if someone would sneak in while I slept, but… no. No one. It’s magic. I saw it happen. The fruit just appeared, like it was summoned out of thin air.

That’s when I started thinking about Samir. If he were here, with his arcane knowledge, he’d probably be able to figure it out. Or at least, he’d have some theory. But Samir’s not here, is he? No one is. I’m alone.

Maybe someone managed to escape? Maybe all of them did. Maybe I’m the only one unlucky enough to be captured. Maybe… maybe the search parties are combing through the valley, following protocol, marking my absence on some cold, clinical report.

Either way, I need to be patient. I’m not in any immediate danger, right? No one’s tried to harm me, there’s food, there’s water, I’m not hurt… at least, not physically. I just need to keep my head on straight. Just be patient, Ibaria.

I had the strangest dream the other night. I was back in the chamber with the statues—the one with all those warrior effigies. It was snowing inside it—not just cold, actual snow falling from the ceiling. I remember watching it fall on those stone faces. And then one of the statues moved.

She was a woman, tall and armored, a warrior just like the others. But instead of standing there, frozen in place, she stepped down from her pedestal. She walked right up to me, took my hand, and kissed it. Her lips were cold. I could feel them, real as anything. And then she whispered, “It’s going to be alright.”

I thought about searching that chamber again, but honestly… I’m afraid to find her there.

I’m trying to stay focused, to keep some semblance of a plan.

So here’s what I’ve got:

- Plan A: Wait for rescue. Patience. Hope the Institute hasn’t forgotten me.

- Plan B: Try some of the locked doors. See if I can force my way through one of them. Maybe there’s something I missed.

- Plan Z: Jump out the window.

Let’s… hope it doesn’t come to that.

The wound on my chest is still there. It’s not hurting, but that pulsing sensation? Yeah, that’s still happening. Almost like it’s synced to my heartbeat. If I focus hard enough, I can feel it—this subtle thrum beneath the skin, warm, constant.

I can’t figure out if that’s a good or bad thing.

——————▸ Recording 006:

The others are dead.

It’s been two weeks since my last recording. Two weeks of silence. I had no reason to record. No purpose. I’ve just… wandered around this place. Lost, alone. Waiting, I suppose.

Until today.

I dreamed of her again. The woman from the chamber. She came to me every night, standing there in the snow, whispering things I couldn’t understand. But this morning… I didn’t wake up in my room.

I woke up in the chamber.

The cold stone floor was beneath me, and I could see my breath in the air, though I felt no chill. I bolted out of there, heart pounding in my chest. But something made me stop at the door. I turned back. I don’t know why. Maybe it was instinct, or maybe I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something I’d missed.

I searched the chamber again, behind the statues this time. That’s when I found it.

A door.

It was hidden behind a statue. The door was ice-cold to the touch, frost curling along the edges, but I didn’t hesitate. I pushed it open and stepped inside.

And that’s when I found them.

My team.

What’s… what’s left of them.

Their bodies were frozen in place, scattered across a huge, cavernous room. Catacomb-like, the walls were encased in thick ice, but I didn’t feel the cold. It was like the air had been sucked out, leaving only silence, death.

Their chests were split open. Not torn or clawed at—opened. As if something inside them had burned its way out. The skin around their wounds was charred, blackened, but the rest of their bodies were pristine, preserved in the ice.

I found the professor. Sylvia.

She was my mentor. I’ve known her for years. She always had this calm, steady look about her. But now… she looks terrified. Even in death, that fear is etched into her face.

But they weren’t the only ones in that chamber. There were others. Other bodies. Explorers, I think, judging by their clothing. But not just from Civitas. No… these people were from other realms. The styles of their uniforms, the equipment scattered around—it was all different. But their fate was the same. Chest opened, frozen in ice. Like something had devoured them from within.

And then, at the center of it all, a circle of bodies.

My captors.

They were arranged in a circle, lying in perfect formation, like some kind of ritual. All of them dead. I think they poisoned themselves. There was an empty bottle in the middle, the liquid long gone. It didn’t make sense, none of it makes sense.

And at the end of the room I found… her. The statue.

The bronze woman, the one from my dreams, her form still and cold. Covered in ice, just like the rest of the chamber. But there was something about her. She wasn’t just another statue. I could feel it. Like she was watching me. Waiting.

I ran. I couldn’t take it anymore. I bolted back to my room, slammed the door behind me, and collapsed on the bed, my mind racing.

Before I left the chamber, though, I grabbed something—Sylvia’s log. Her personal notes. I’ve been combing through them ever since I got back, trying to make sense of all this.

The final entry… it must have been written just before everything went wrong. It says: *“Someone has interfered with the gateway. We are in the wrong place.”*

I don’t think anyone’s coming for me.

——————▸ Recording 007:

It’s snowing outside.

The valley is white, pristine. It’s been snowing for two days now—relentless, endless. Everything is buried beneath it. The world is so quiet.

There was once an empire here. A pantheon of warrior-gods who ruled this realm. They waged wars—horrible, unending wars. So many dead. Gods and mortals alike. We’re so similar, aren’t we?

And she… she needed someone to save her. Someone to carry her. Not all mortals are capable, she told me. She needed someone who crossed the realms, absorbing void energy. But even then, some… can’t take the weight.

So she had to try, again and again.

I’m… I’m not in control of myself anymore. I wake up in places I don’t remember going to, sleepwalking through this palace. I feel tired all the time, like there’s a weight inside me pulling me down. But she said it’s alright. It’s all part of the process. The cold is everywhere now, but she says my warmth will sustain her.

I was just a field agent. I wasn’t special. I wasn’t important. But she told me I am. I will be. I was the only one who mattered. This place—it’s been waiting for me. All of it. The halls, the statues, my throne. Waiting for me.

To take back my realm.

To lead my people to victory.

To be the war, the snow, the cold.

The wound on my chest—it's healed now. It closed days ago. I feel stronger. Clearer. More… whole than I’ve felt in a long time. I thought I’d lost myself, but no. I came back through.

Thank you, for your sacrifice. It won’t be in vain. You gave me the strength I needed. The strength to do what must be done.

I will take back what’s mine.

[pomodoriart]

finished!! billygibson cuddle pile fuck yeah

lil details:

-billy’s pants are too short for him cause hes so tall. he also embroidered stars n stuff on there. maybe he was thinking of like siblings back home

- salve for hickey’s bum in upper right corner

- hickey’s kind of in a state of shock re:ring and is extremely pleased

- red heart string tangled about their legs b/c they got tripped up in each other and their relationship is… Complex might be a good word

- gibson read to hickey till billy fell asleep. it was very cute

- silverware and rope :)

please do not repost or remove caption. silly tags always appreciated!

[call-me-chips]

Do you ship anyone in sonic? If so who?

Also, all headcanons for Tails, my fav!

I don't really ship him with anyone, no. But ima give you my thought process:

I know Sonamy is technically the canon one, but that's straight, which means it's boring. Sonic has never really showed he's interested in her and quite often rejects her affection. And I know the creator said something along the lines of "He's just scared of his feelings and didn't wanna confess", but you'd think he would make ANY indication on if he loved her. I think they had something going on in Sonic Boom, but that's not canon

Sonadow is a ship that's canonly disliked by the characters, as shown in 1 or more Twitter Takeover Livestreams. Despite this, Sonadow is pretty much the only ship I see on Tumblr, so exposure to it has made me like it more than Sonamy, but I wouldn't say I ship it

Sonally was a thing in the early stages of the Sonic franchise, and it's canon in the comics that they get married and have a family, but since she was pretty much replaced by Amy and thrown to the back-burner, I feel like that ship has been nearly forgotten about

Now for the Tails headcanon:

You're really gonna sit there and tell me Tails DOESN'T know how to crochet? He absolutely makes beanies for all his friends that match their colour scheme/vibe. Sonic gets a blue and red striped one, Knuckles gets a red and white striped one, Amy gets a pink one with red hearts, and so on and so forth. He also adds little custom details on the hats. Sonic's has long, braided ropes on the bottom of his so he can fidget with them, Knuckles' has a big light green pom-pom at the top, Amy's is entirely pink with red hearts embroidered on it, Cream's has giant floppy bunny ears, etc.

He also made Eggman one for christmas that has tiny little sprites of all the members of Sonic's crew embroidered on the rim of the beanie. Eggman, although hating Sonic and friends, loves the hat and wears it every winter do his bald head is protected against the cold

[dalliansss]

Hi :3 can you do for thingol/finwe this one “❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜”? 🥺

- @finwecandoit

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Elmo grew up in the household of his eldest brother Elwë, and his brother's husband, Finwë and their wife Míriel. When Elwë wed, of course, as was then custom in Cuiviénen, he'd moved out to establish his own house, and for a while Olwë and Elmo were left at their father Tinwë's household. Elmo and his brothers had many half-siblings, and since they were considered to be 'of age' to start hauling their weight in providing for the house, they were no longer priority in the rationing of food and supplies, which included charcoal for winter and pelts to turn into coats or blankets. Elmo had been too small to remember this exactly, but it had gotten so bad that Olwë had no choice but to bundle him up and go all the way across Cuiviénen to Elwë's home and ask that they be allowed to live again with their brother.

Finwë and Míriel, Tatyar though they are, were very kind. They allowed Olwë and Elmo into their home, and it is this home that Elmo grew up in. Times were tough of course, and they all went to bed every day with varying degrees of hunger, but their situation was better because they knew Elwë would never let them starve or abandon them.

Míriel, lady of the house, was soft-spoken with fine-skilled hands. She was a weaver and craftswoman of renown, and the works produced by her hand fetched hefty prices at Cuiviénen's marketplace, especially her embroidered kerchiefs and dresses. Even Great Ancestress Iminyë often commissioned her for dresses that took several moons to complete, fine things with even more delicate embroidery that to Elmo looked like a sprinkle of stars on cloth.

Elwë is the tempering presence in the house, Elmo observes. His brother reined in Finwë's more reckless and impulsive tendencies, and where Finwë is happy to forgive and forget, Elwë will respectfully question, point out why he thinks something is wrong and why the wrong should be remedied so it can be fixed up in the future and never be repeated again. Elwë is also the mediator-spouse; able to talk and listen freely to Finwë and Míriel's concerns, and he often made sure Míriel's worries reached Finwë and would not otherwise be ignored.

Finwë is the main provider, a hunter of great skill and respect among the Tatyar. He is also the friendly one, and the coddler -- he loved sparing treats and showering Olwë and Elmo with affection, and it is mainly thanks to him that Elmo grew up with lots of hugs and kisses. He kept the household happy and warm and welcoming and full of hope, Finwë.

They're a wonderful balance, the three. Elmo hopes that, once he grows up or is fortunate enough to, he can establish his own household with the same harmony his brother had with his wife and husband.

But like all households, things aren't always lovey-dovey. Today is a quarreling day, tense. Things had been tense since the being called Oromë was spotted by Finwë by the borders of Cuiviénen, and Elmo knew not all the details, but that this Oromë wanted to offer the Quendi a safer place to live in. Finwë, bless him -- ever malcontent with Cuiviénen and wanting a place where they can all be safe, glommed easily into the idea of this Oromë, much like Ingwë of the Minyar. Elwë wasn't easily convinced.

They quarrel quietly, Finwë and Elwë. They don't shout, but they do exchange curt conversation and replies, and glare at each other across the table. Elmo knows they do this keeping in mind Míriel's delicate state and his and Olwë's presence, but the past two days, the tension had been too great it was almost choking, and Elmo knew Míriel said some words to her husbands.

Elwë is presently by the lakeshore, mending his boat. Elmo stood close, holding rope and hammer and some nails for him as his brother worked in sullen silence.

"Elmo," comes Finwë's voice. "Help your nésa with the cooking, will you?"

Elmo looks up at his brother-in-law, glances at his brother still crouched and hammering away at the side of his boat. Ever the pacifist, Finwë is oft the one reaching first for reconciliation. Elmo nods, hands Finwë the rope and nails, and he goes obediently back to their house to help Míriel.

Finwë fidgets. Elwë stops his hammering and looks at him in silence. He fidgets some more. "I wanted to apologize--" he says. "You're right. You're right, I... I was just so eager to have a chance--. A new home, you know, Elwë? A safer home. For us. Míriel and your brothers...but, but, I know this is a big decision, and I recognize your call for temperance. That the Quendi should sit, think very hard, and discuss about this before we all go gallivanting in the dark, journeying west..."

Elwë pauses his repairwork. He stands. He is a head taller than Finwë, with darker skin decorated with the whorls and dots and spirals so valued by the Nelyar and given only to the most accomplished of their kindred, like warriors and scholars and leaders.

"I don't even remember why we started fighting," Elwë says, his tone matter-of-fact. "But I am glad you are seeing sense. I am not refusing help, Finwë. But i want the Quendi to make sure this 'help' is indeed what it is being offered. Not some trap for our people."

Finwë wrings his hands. His lower lip quivers, and he drops the rope and the nails as he surges forward and hugs Elwë with all his might. Elwë holds him in turn, rubs his back.

"I'm just so sick of death," Finwë whispers. "I want to lead all of us somewhere safe, where we can mind a house undisturbed, and Míriel doesn't stretch herself thin with grief, where she can be content and peaceful that she can finally nurture a child to term, give birth to a living baby--." He chokes on the words and cries. He clings to Elwë closer. He is decidedly the most emotional in the trio, Finwë.

"I know, Finwë. I know," Elwë promises. He kisses Finwë by the forehead, by the eyelids. "And I just want us, all of us, to be careful and sure."

[theroyalsims]

QUEEN EMILIA STEALS THE SHOW IN HEAD-TO-TOE BUBBLEGUM PINK!

Anya who? Although it’s the Queen’s eldest daughter who’s been winning fashion polls left and right as of late, Her Majesty today reminded everyone where Anya learned the ropes!

The Queen had a major fashion moment during today’s special Mother’s Day service held at the Brindleton Abbey. The Royals (sans Eleanore and Ibrahim who reportedly stayed home with the baby) were all present for the occasion and were photographed leaving the abbey and heading to their awaiting vehicles.

The special service was led by the Archbishop of Brindleton himself, in honour and dedication to all the mums, Queen Emilia included! Our favourite royals were all smiles during the family outing and sources claim that the whole family gathered back at the palace after the mass for a special luncheon. 

The whole Family looked great - for starters, the boys looked dashing and handsome in their suits. Prince Jacques who seems to age like fine wine, was all smiles and even proudly flaunted his “grandpa glasses.” Prince Alistair, who was seen laughing around with his younger brother Prince Nicky, also looked dapper his grey suit. 

Meanwhile, Crown Princess Anya and Princess Ingrid looked lovely in their respective coat dresses. Anya opted for an embroidered powder blue coat, which happens to be a rewear, and paired it with a matching fascinator. Princess Ingrid, meanwhile, looked beautiful in her green dress, which complemented her stunning green eyes perfectly. The Queen’s youngest daughter finished off her look with a padded green headband. 

But, undoubtedly, the true star of the show is none other than Her Majesty herself. The Queen looked perfect in a show-stopping bubblegum pink dress, which featured a midi skirt and long sleeves. The peplum detailing added some oomph to the dress, giving off a classic feminine silhouette. Her Majesty topped off her ensemble with matching pink heels and a hat. The Queen also delivered in the bling department, opting to add some shimmer with diamonds and pearls.  

Not everyone can rock bubblegum pink, but The Queen owned this look, no question!

It’s always lovely to see our royals out and about, but there’s something extra-special about seeing the whole family together! Hopefully, next time, Eleanore, Ibrahim, and Little Lady Ella will tag along, too!

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P.S.

Finally finished making this dress today! RL royal fans know that this is inspired by Queen Letizia’s pink coronation dress. What can I say? I’m a sucker for peplum!

[magrittr]

About a month back I got the sense something was afoot in the MFA Boston Ancient Americas section because it was roped off… well it turns out they have been rotating some pieces and put out a few ancient textiles from Nasca and Paracas artisans. They’re absolutely jaw dropping.

This is a quite large textile (according to the site it measures 111.8 x 177.8 cm) and dates between 300–500AD. It’s woven of cotton and camelid wool if I remember correctly. Hard to express how light and gauzy this looks up close - the threads are like the thread you’d sew with, and don’t forget each would have been hand spun and woven. Not to mention the band in the middle is still brightly colored irl.

There’s a remarkable embroidered skirt from the Paracas culture as well (0–100AD). The detail is unbelievable but the pictures on the website are very low res - I will try to get photos next time I am there

[appledew]

This is Wolf!

Made for Shallwgrave on Twitter!

This plush is made with custom stained faux fur, faux fur, minky, and some custom painted buttons and rope trim. They stand at about 18 inches from the top of the head to the bottoms of the feet. Details on the face and legs were machine embroidered, as well as minor details in the accessories. None of the accessories are removable. The body and tail has armature to make them poseable!

Fun facts: The fur for the base body (the greyish light green?) was originally a lovely Blonde color. I dunked it in black paint to stain the fibers because heat dyeing the fabric would have destroyed the texture and length of the fur.

Thats one of the biggest facts i recall from this commission. They've been long sent to their forever home, but the catch up still continues. <3

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[cozyhomebuzz]

Exclusive Fresh cozy Boho Bedroom Ideas

Let’s explore these creative ways to infuse your bedroom with boho charm, starting with essential elements like statement wall décor and working our way through furniture pieces, lighting options, and those special finishing touches that will make your space uniquely yours.

Macramé Wall Hangings

Macramé wall hangings are the quintessential element of a boho bedroom, bringing texture, artistry, and organic beauty to your space. These intricately knotted pieces serve as stunning focal points while adding a handcrafted touch to your walls.

Key Elements of Macramé Wall Hangings

Natural cotton cord designs

Geometric patterns

Fringe details

Wooden dowels or driftwood mounts

Mixed textile combinations

Styling Tips

Layer multiple pieces of different sizes

Mix with other wall decor like mirrors or plants

Create an asymmetrical arrangement

Incorporate beads or shells for added interest

Position above the bed or in corner spaces

Size Guide for Placement

Wall SpaceRecommended SizeStyle ImpactAbove Bed36-48″ wideDramaticSide Walls18-24″ wideAccentCorners12-18″ wideSubtle

For maximum impact, choose pieces that incorporate natural fibers and varying textures. A large, statement macramé hanging above your bed can serve as an alternative headboard, while smaller pieces can fill empty wall spaces with bohemian charm. The neutral tones of natural cotton rope complement any color scheme while adding depth and visual interest to your boho bedroom.

Now that we’ve explored how to incorporate macramé wall hangings, let’s look at how mismatched throw pillows can add another layer of boho charm to your bedroom space.

Mismatched Throw Pillows

Transform your bedroom into a bohemian paradise with an eclectic array of mismatched throw pillows. This design approach celebrates individuality and creates visual interest through diverse textures, patterns, and colors.

Essential Pillow Combinations

Textured pillows (macramé, tasseled, or fringed)

Global-inspired patterns (ikat, tribal, or mandala prints)

Solid-colored velvet or linen pillows

Hand-embroidered or block-printed designs

Vintage or antique cushions

Color and Pattern Mix Guide

Base ColorsAccent ColorsPattern TypesEarth tonesJewel tonesGeometricNaturalMetallicsFloralNeutralsDeep bluesEthnicRustRich purplesAbstract

Styling Tips

Layer pillows from largest to smallest

Mix 3-5 different patterns while maintaining a cohesive color story

Include at least one solid-colored pillow to provide visual rest

Vary pillow sizes and shapes for dimension

Incorporate different textures to add depth

The key to successful mismatched pillow styling is maintaining balance while embracing imperfection. Choose pillows that share at least one common color to create harmony within the eclectic arrangement. Now that you’ve mastered the art of mixing throw pillows, let’s explore how vintage rugs can further enhance your boho bedroom’s charm.

Vintage Rugs

Vintage rugs serve as the foundation of any cozy boho bedroom, adding instant character and warmth through their rich patterns and lived-in appeal. Here’s why they’re essential and how to incorporate them effectively:

Key Features of Vintage Rugs for Boho Bedrooms

Natural fiber materials (wool, cotton, jute)

Faded colors that create a time-worn aesthetic

Intricate geometric or tribal patterns

Distressed details that add authenticity

Various sizes for layering possibilities

Placement Options

LocationStyle SuggestionImpactUnder BedLarge Persian or TurkishAnchors the roomBedsideSmall Kilim runnersAdds warmth to foot traffic areasLayeredMultiple smaller rugsCreates depth and visual interestWall HangingMedium-sized flat weaveDoubles as artistic statement

Styling Tips

Layer different sized rugs at angles for added dimension

Mix patterns while keeping a cohesive color scheme

Choose faded hues that complement existing furniture

Incorporate both geometric and organic patterns

Use rugs with fringe details for extra bohemian flair

Vintage rugs work particularly well when paired with natural textures and materials. The weathered appearance of these rugs creates perfect harmony with rattan furniture, which we’ll explore next.

Canopy Bed

Transform your bedroom into a dreamy bohemian sanctuary with a statement canopy bed. These ethereal sleeping spaces create an instant focal point while adding vertical interest and romantic appeal to your room.

Types of Canopy Beds for Boho Style

Four-poster bed with draped fabric

Wall-mounted crown canopy

Bamboo frame canopy

Macramé canopy

Natural fiber rope canopy

Styling Tips for Your Canopy Bed

ElementStyle SuggestionFabricLight, flowing materials like muslin or gauzeColorNatural tones or jewel-toned fabricsDrapingAsymmetrical or gathered stylingAccentsTassels, pom-poms, or beaded trim

Create layers of interest by mixing textures and fabrics. Start with sheer white curtains as your base, then add colored scarves or vintage saris for an eclectic look. For added boho flair, weave fairy lights through the canopy frame or hang small crystals from the corners.

Shop Reed Diffusers

Enhance your canopy bed’s ambiance with strategically placed reed diffusers. These natural fragrance dispensers complement the bohemian aesthetic while providing subtle aromatherapy benefits:

Place diffusers on bedside tables

Choose earthy scents like patchouli or sandalwood

Opt for glass bottles with natural reeds

Rotate reeds weekly for optimal fragrance

Now that we’ve created a dreamy canopy centerpiece, let’s explore how rattan furniture can further enhance your boho bedroom’s organic appeal.

Rattan Furniture

Rattan furniture serves as a cornerstone element in creating an authentic boho bedroom sanctuary. This natural material brings organic texture and warmth while maintaining a lightweight, airy feel that’s essential to bohemian design.

Popular Rattan Pieces for Boho Bedrooms

Rattan headboards – Statement pieces that create a tropical resort vibe

Side tables – Perfect for displaying plants and decorative items

Storage trunks – Functional pieces that add texture and organization

Room dividers – Creates intimate spaces while maintaining airflow

Magazine racks – Adds both functionality and decorative appeal

Styling Tips for Rattan Furniture

PlacementStyling SuggestionVisual ImpactBedsidePair with macramé wall hangingCreates layered textureCornerAdd trailing plantsEnhances natural elementsWindow areaMix with bamboo blindsCoordinates natural materialsRoom centerCombine with woven rugsBuilds depth and interest

To maximize the boho aesthetic, mix rattan pieces with soft textiles like chunky knit throws and vintage cushions. The key is to balance the structured nature of rattan with softer elements. Consider incorporating both light and dark rattan pieces to create visual depth and interest.

Now that we’ve explored how to incorporate rattan furniture, let’s look at how hanging chairs can add an extra layer of boho charm to your bedroom sanctuary.

Hanging Chairs

A hanging chair is the quintessential bohemian bedroom statement piece that instantly transforms your space into a dreamy sanctuary. These suspended seats not only serve as functional furniture but also create an artistic focal point that epitomizes boho style.

Types of Hanging Chairs for Boho Bedrooms

Macramé Swing Chairs

Rattan Egg Chairs

Woven Bamboo Pods

Cotton Rope Hammock Chairs

Wicker Pod Chairs

Styling Tips for Hanging Chairs

ElementStyling SuggestionCushionsLayer with textured throws and ethnic print pillowsHeightInstall 18-24 inches from the ground for optimal comfortLocationPlace in a corner or near a window for reading nookAccessoriesAdd tassels, fringe, or beaded curtains

Installation Considerations

Ensure proper ceiling support (rated for at least 300 pounds)

Use appropriate mounting hardware

Install into ceiling joists or use heavy-duty anchors

Consider swivel hooks for 360-degree movement

Leave adequate space for gentle swinging

The key to incorporating a hanging chair is creating a cozy corner that invites relaxation while maintaining the free-spirited boho aesthetic. Add soft textiles and perhaps a small side table for books or beverages to complete the setup. Now that we’ve covered this floating sanctuary, let’s explore how bohemian art prints can further enhance your bedroom’s artistic appeal.

Bohemian Art Prints

A key element in creating an authentic boho bedroom is incorporating vibrant and eclectic art prints that reflect the free-spirited nature of bohemian style. Here’s how to effectively use bohemian art prints in your space:

Types of Bohemian Art Prints

Mandala designs

Abstract botanical illustrations

Spiritual and mystical symbols

Desert landscapes

Celestial patterns

Ethnic and tribal motifs

Psychedelic artwork

Gallery Wall Arrangement Ideas

StyleDescriptionBest LocationSymmetricalUniform spacing, aligned framesAbove bed or dresserOrganicRandom arrangement, mixed sizesAny large wall spaceFloor-to-ceilingVertical arrangementNarrow wall sectionsClusteredTight grouping of framesCorner spaces

Art Print Selection Tips

Mix different sizes and orientations

Choose complementary color schemes

Combine vintage and modern prints

Include at least one oversized statement piece

Layer prints with other wall décor

Use both framed and unframed pieces

Select prints with natural or earthy elements

The right combination of bohemian art prints can transform your bedroom into a personal gallery that captures the essence of boho style. Now let’s explore how patterned bedding can complement these artistic elements to create a cohesive look.

Patterned Bedding

Patterned bedding serves as the centerpiece of a bohemian bedroom, creating a vibrant focal point that sets the tone for the entire space. Here’s how to make it work:

Essential Elements

Mandala prints

Geometric patterns

Floral motifs

Mixed textile patterns

Layered designs

Pattern Combinations for Boho Bedding

Base LayerMiddle LayerTop LayerSolid sheetsGeometric duvetEmbroidered throwStriped sheetsFloral comforterTextured blanketPrinted fittedTribal patternsKantha quilt

Styling Tips

Mix patterns of different scales

Large-scale prints for duvet covers

Medium patterns for sheets

Small designs for pillowcases

Color Coordination

Choose 2-3 dominant colors

Add 1-2 accent colors

Include neutral tones for balance

The key to successful boho bedding lies in layering different patterns while maintaining a cohesive color story. Start with a bold duvet cover featuring ethnic prints or paisley patterns, then add complementary sheet sets with smaller-scale designs. Top it off with throw pillows and blankets in varying textures and patterns.

Now that your bed is a stunning bohemian masterpiece, let’s explore how vintage trunks can add both storage and character to your space.

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[sootyships]

For all of this, it's important to keep in mind that the City must by necessity be wholly self-sufficient and that there is no mass production.

The fabrics used by the factions are natural fibres that could be cultivated in the region even without greenhouses: Hemp, linen, wool, perhaps even nettle. Jeans are made of hemp, t-shirts are made of linen, etc. In-universe, these things are everyday enough not to warrant mention. (Canonically they do have cotton but cotton is so resource-intensive! Ugh!) Leather, obtained as a side product of meat production, is used extensively, particularly in shoes. Rubber is produced from the latex of rubber root dandelion. Elastics and rubber soles are used in apparel to a limited degree, because rubber has so many other more pressing uses.

Shoes tend to resemble a cross between current shoes, moccasins and mukluks. They're typically leather, quilted fabric or felted wool. The soles are usually leather, but can also be rope, braided fabric or sometimes other materials.

Dyes used are exclusively natural dyes which can be obtained from local wild sources or sources cultivated by Amity. Erudite may have processed such dyes into more potent forms or even created synthetic dyes from available resources, but, for the most part, the factions use Amity's dyes.

Abnegation's clothes are generally not pure grey, but drab blue-greys, green-greys and grey-browns. They also use some undyed, unbleached fabrics. (Unbleached linen is greyish.) Erudite clothes are indigo blues, but also violets and turquoises. Dauntless clothes are dark, with some more colourful details. (I do like the idea that the movies introduced, with colours used to indentify an individual's rank at a glance. At my brigade, the tradition was for conscript leaders to wear the lower jacket strings cinched while privates were only allowed to cinch the waist strings, allegedly so leaders could be identified even at some distance 🤔 Who knows.) (I kinda wanna say that Dauntless clothes stain their skin because I'm terrible--) Candor clothes play with the contrast of bleached white and dyed dark--obviously, for them, the dark fabric must be very colour-fast. Amity uses the widest range of colours and shades; practically everything not explicitly claimed by the others.

Undergarments are made of natural fibres. Undershirts, underskirts and longer underpants are often used to protect the outer clothes due to their value.

In Candor and Erudite, the prevalent bra style resembles a bullet bra(!). In Dauntless, the most common bra style is a sorts of sports bra, in line with the active lifestyle, though the style is fairly different from what we're used to (non/low-elastic, uses fastenings). They're also common in Amity, though all bra styles—including bralessness—are well represented. In Abnegation, simple Kestos-style bras are used. Large-chested individuals may use the same sports bra style used by Dauntless and Amity because it is also shape-obscuring.

Aprons! Are! A! Must!

Abnegation and Amity weave their own fabrics; the other factions largely employ the Factionless to weave their fabrics for table scraps.

Amity are artists, and as such, their fabrics are woven works of art. Amity prefer to discard as little fabric as possible when patterning, and instead using gathers, drawstrings and belts for shaping their garments. Wrap skirts are common, as are "shapeless" dresses and tunics cinched with the aforementioned methods. Amity also embroider and bead their garments. Nalbinding, crochet and lacemaking are popular. (Not knitting, simply because I want the yarnworks to have a different look. We can imagine it's some new future technique :') ) While the hippie vibe the movie went for makes sense, Amity are also the resident homesteaders & cowboys and should dress accordingly.

Dauntless wear some body armour while on the job. Back in the day, when they patrolled the Factionless areas, it was most likely that they'd have run-ins with sharp objects rather than projectile weapons, so their armour tends to reflect that. While the armour is standardised, it has essentially spread into the fashion of the faction, leading to them preferring to wear vests with closures on the sides and other clothes reminiscent of the same silhouette. Studs, small metal plates, rings woven into leather straps, quilting, woven fabric straps and stitch-and-slash are all methods employed to achieve clothing that can take a beating. In general, cutting and tearing already damaged clothing in an artistic manner is an aspect of Dauntless self-expression. DIY, even in the absence of skill, is everyday. Trousers almost always have reinforcements on the knees. Skirts tend to be shorter than among other factions; if you run the risk of stepping on the hem while running up stairs, the skirt is too long.

Abnegation clothing resembles those of current modest religious movements: the Amish, Orthodox Jews, modestly dressing Muslims, et cetera, all in Abnegation grey, of course. Clothes cover from the collarbones the the elbows and knees. Women's clothes are typically made of structured fabrics to facilitate camouflaging the details of the body. Simple, utilitarian styles of hair covering are fairly common, particularly among married women. Abnegation may use visible mending techniques which add texture, though not colour, to their clothes. While the mending may be visible, it is not to be attention-grabbing.

Each faction has its own strategy for handling transfers' old faction's clothes. In Erudite and Candor, the clothes are collected to be used as payment to the Factionless. In Dauntless, the clothes store has a collection box; clothes are dyed dark with usually black walnut and iron water and given to Dauntless artisans to create new Dauntless clothes with. In Amity, old clothes may be kept or given to an Abnegation representative on Visiting Day to be donated to the Factionless. In Abnegation, old clothes are, of course, donated to the Factionless.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

OOCHIGEASKW

@princesssarisa @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @tamisdava2 @softlytowardthesun

(Algonquian Folktale)

In a Micmac village, on the edge of a large lake, there lived a widower with his three daughters. The eldest was vain and impatient; the second, lazy and grumpy; the third, humble and good-hearted. Her sisters mistreated her all the time, forcing her to do heavy work and tend the fire. Sometimes the eldest burned her with hot ash, which left her with so many scars that she came to be called Oochigeaskw, the girl with the scarred face.

On the border of this village there lived two brothers, a boy and a girl. They wouldn't have caught anyone's attention, if it weren't for one detail: the boy was invisible to everyone's eyes, except his sister's. And everyone knew that, if one day any young woman could see him, she would marry him… which they all, driven by curiosity and fascination, would like to do.

One by one, the young women from the village submitted themselves to the test established by the boy, going to meet his sister and walking with her by the lake. At one point, the invisible boy's sister stopped and asked if her friend was seeing her brother, and, if the answer was yes, she asked what his bowstring was made of and what he used to pull his sled.

Without being able to see him, the young women ventured answers. “The rope is made of rawhide”, they said, or even, “He pulls the sled with a flexible tree branch”.

The sister realized that the girls were trying to deceive her, but she still invited them to her tent, where she served her brother food that, little by little, disappeared, without the guests being able to see who she was eating. Finally, the young women gave up watching anything and returned home.

One day, Oochigeaskw's sisters decided to try their luck, but they didn't want to take the youngest, whom they left with double work to do while they were away. Deep down, they didn't believe they could see the invisible boy, but they hoped he would be seduced by her beauty. The boy and his sister, however, behaved exactly as they had done before, and the two returned home without having achieved anything.

The next day, their father arrived with a bunch of very beautiful shells, which the older daughters took for themselves. Meanwhile, Oochigeaskw, who had always gone barefoot, asked and obtained from her father an old pair of moccasins, and then went into the forest and plucked birch bark, of which she made a dress. Upon returning, he asked his sisters for shells to adorn him. The eldest didn't answer her, but the second took pity and gave her some spoons. Oochigeaskw decorated her dress with them, as she had learned from her ancestors, put on her father's moccasins and went out to also try her luck with the invisible being, although the other girls tried to stop her, saying that she was so ugly that she wouldn't even be welcomed by is sister.

Indeed, with the strange bark clothing, the old moccasins, and the scarred face, Oochigeaskw was not attractive. But the sister of the invisible being, who saw beyond appearances, welcomed her with a smile and took her to walk along the lakeshore.

"Have you seen my brother ?"

She asked, suddenly.

"Yes, and he is very beautiful."

Said Oochigeaskw.

"What is his sled rope made of?"

"From the rainbow."

"And his bowstring?"

"They are the stars of the Milky Way."

Murmured the girl.

"I knew from the beginning that you would see him!"

Exclaimed the sister, happily.

"Come on, let’s go home and wait for him."

Upon entering the tent, the sister prepared a bath with fragrant roots for Oochigeaskw. As she bathed her, her scars disappeared and her hair became thick and shiny. The sister combed her hair and then dressed her in a beautiful wedding dress, embroidered with shells arranged in designs, as her ancestors did. Then, she told her to sit in the place reserved for her brother's wife.

When he, handsome and strong, entered the tent, he saw the young woman waiting for him and asked:

"Haven't we seen each other before?"

"Yes, today, late afternoon."

She replied, her eyes shining like stars.

And, from that day on, Oochigeaskw, the girl with the scarred face, remained in the memory of her people as the woman of the invisible being…

The one who knew how to see.

[theshoegirldiaries]

A Year Of Shoes

Day 75/366 @irregularchoiceshoes 'Rootinest Tootinest Cowgirl' from the 2018 Disney Toy Story collection.

A seriously underrated style imo, so much detail, so true to the character and not a cheap slapped-on print in sight! I love the rope detailing around the top of the shoe, the very on-theme buckle (non-fiddly, yay), the metal spurs and fringing down the back, the clashing prints and colours, the fact Jessie is an embroidered applique not a print, the sheriff badge...they're just superb (Jessie figure not part of the shoe)!