#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

[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]

::Download:: (Patreon - Available for all 23th March 2023)

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

[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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[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!

[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)!

[lemonhemlock]

I feel like I’m the only person who didn’t like older heleana’s dresses. They were ugly af and just didn’t complement her and her figure but the colour was nice. Also hated the fact they didn’t give her a different hair style just damn basic

Finally, a different topic!!

Well, I'm not sure I'm the right person to ask this, because my own taste in fashion is a little more unconventional. 😅 I love fabric that imitates curtain or tablecloth patterns, wacky sleeves and unusual necklines. There were definitely a few gowns with medieval elements that look fugly to our modern eyes, but I'm into that kind of nonsense.

Adult!Helaena did not have as flashy a wardrobe as Rhaenyra or Alicent, especially from afar, but her dresses are SO beautiful if you look at them up close:

That embroidered waistband is to die for! The little openings in her sleeves! This colour may not be to everyone's taste (it's an uncertain shade of gold with some green undertones?), but I love it. I like how it darkens depending on the lighting. I have a slightly similar shade in my own wardrobe, although that one is a type of brocade. The sleeves on this are pretty simple, with a regular-type of round neckline, but I have dresses this shape and they're very practical.

I can't find a better image of her coronation dress, but it's similar in that it's not eye-catching from a distance, but if you look at it closely, you'll discover a lot of lovely details, like this beautiful wave pattern. I also like the neckline, it's quite modest, but it does the job. The turquoise was a really nice addition. People have said that only Aegon keeps the green colour scheme, but Helaena's dresses have green in them as well.

I've done my hair up in this style after I saw it on her and it's very functional, not hard to do, keeps the hair out of your face, you can take it down easily & sleep with it. Although I did keep a middle parting - I think that it would look better on her, too. Again, not terribly exciting, but it looks very pretty from the side. Cersei also used to keep two very simple rope braids most of the time.

Overall, I do hope they zhuzh her up in S2, now that she's Queen, but I found her style very appropriate for a young girl with a few minutes of screen time.

[vikingost]

The Battle of Bramble and Harebells.

The start of my Bramble:the mountain king inspired series with the hetalia nordics!

Chapter one:Thorny beginnings

Björn awoke from his slumber with a jolt,sitting up in his bed.His heart was pounding in his chest from the nightmare he had moments before as a result of the bedtime story his mother had read him and his sister in the evening.Rubbing his eyes,he cautiously shifted to the side and placed his feet on the cold wooden floors of his family’s cabin.As he slowly stood up,he began stepping over to his sisters bed on the other side of their shared,cramped room,as Björn seeked his sister Mette’s comfort.After a few steps,the unease in his cyan eyes turned to confusion.Mette was nowhere to be seen,with the carefully embroided bedsheets laying messily on her bed.After lighting a candle (despite his mothers warnings not to play with fire) and holding it for some light,Björn began looking around the room.Despite not being necessary to find his sister,as there was practically no hiding spots in the room,the act still brought Björn some comfort.He played a small bit with his tin soliders and he looked at the wall where his mother measured his and his sisters heights (Alma teased him far to much about her being taller than him,despite Björn being 3 years younger at the psysical age of 8,and his sister being 11.Though,it felt as if he had lived longer.A lot longer).As he walked around the room,he found the old storybook their mother had read to them earlier,and he grabbed and opened it,revealing the detailed pictures and the small,swedish text.

``There once was a girl who snuck out of her bedroom window at night,even though her mother had told her not to.

She went into the forest and at first it welcomed her with warmth and a promise of adventure.

But soon the forest seemed to grow colder and darker.

The girl was afraid and she wanted to go home,but bramble crawled around her arms and legs,and she could not get away.

À̵͍̹̰͑̈́n̶̲̬̖͋ḑ̶̹̃ ̸̧̚ṯ̵̬͇̄h̵̡̥̤͂̄e̴̥͎̪̒͛͒ ̶̼͌̀g̷̣͍̲͌̀i̶̗̹͗̀͠r̷͖̗̹͌ḽ̶̓ ̴̢̘̟̎w̷̯̰̏̕a̵̻̳̓s̶̬͕̙̀ ̶̦̎̒̍ņ̸̫̺̅͗è̵̗v̶̦͖̳̆ë̴̹̭͊r̷̫̣̃͌ ̸̫̓ṡ̴̟̜͚̓͗e̸̩̘̱͒͂͠ę̶̫͌͆͌n̴̛͇͈̊͒ ̷̱̹̊a̵̘̟̹̅̑̾g̸̡̢̕a̷͚͎̔ị̵̡̮͘n̶̦͍̺̚ ``

”And Thats What happens when you dont listen to your mother,especially you Mette.” His mothers words rang in the boy’s ears,and while the warning aimed at his sister had been little more than a joke cause of her recklessness,it had brought up a frightening answer to where his sister had gone.His suspicions were further proved when he felt a cold breeze come from the window.The window in question stood wide open,with Mette’s bedsheets tied together into a makeshift rope and used so that someone would be able to climb out.Had his sister not listened to their mother? Evidently not. Walking towards the window,he put his head out and looked around.The darkness scared him.But not being with his sister scared him more.He quickly exchanged his soft pajamas for a simple shirt and trousers (pants) and his long,navy-blue coat together with some simple shoes to better suit the cold,swedish spring night.

Placing the candle on the window sill,Björn’s cold hands gripped the makeshift rope and slid down,hissing a bit from the painful sensation of slight ropeburn and the sudden chill of the air outside.As Björn began to walk away from their home,out to search for his dear sister Mette,the candle finally got extinguished by a gust of air as he ventured further into the forest,unknowing of the horrors to come.

That was the first chapter,this one was just meant to introduce Björn and Mette and start Björns journey! Do remember that english is not my first language,so spelling errors will probably exist.Tysm for reading and Ill have the second chapter out soon! :) -VikingOst

[nightmarist]

Abt my hopefully future Raphael cosplay, I Gotta try and find like. Upholstery brocade. That’d be the best for a very good, thick jerkin that keeps its shape. I hate quilting. Plus as it’d be for the jerkin I’d be wearing both an under shirt and the doublet, then jerkin on top, so the two layers underneath would be sufficient protection of Unwanted Texture (though I think I’d line the jerkin…. Well I SAY that but I hate making lining lmao)

Unfortunately…… fabric expensive……. So we’ll see when I can actually make everything. I have a decent fabric for the doublet so I’ll experiment with it when I have the time. I have gold floss for embroidering plus gold ropes for the details. I should probably get a gray fabric for the cuffs though, unless I want detachable separates.