#Where are they taking all those dolls from? Or do they just sew the same one again?

[sskk-manifesto]

Well, that is only if Fitzgerald has an endless stockpile of Q-specific dolls

[askclavislelouch]

Clavis do you have anything you’ve been meaning to talk about but no ones asked the right question

Ah, finally, someone asks an intriguing question! You see, there’s always something brewing in my mind, but most tend to be preoccupied with other matters—though I can't imagine why. *chuckles, eyes twinkling with mischief.*

You know about my little shop, I presume? It’s where my favorite creations, like the snap-eyed doll and the rose petal-shooting umbrella, are sold. Ah, those were fun projects, but they’re merely the tip of the iceberg.

Lately, I’ve been toying with a few new ideas, quite literally. Take, for instance, my Sliding Art Board—a drawing board where, with just a simple slide, you reveal hidden layers of a masterpiece, all within the hands of an artist or an amused child. Of course, the magic lies in the engineering, not in any spells. Hahaha.

Then there's the Transforming Plush Toy. Imagine this: a harmless-looking stuffed animal that, with a bit of manipulation, can be turned inside out to reveal a completely new creature. Two toys in one—perfect for the indecisive or the easily bored.

But if you're more into practicality, the Pocket Sewing Kit Watch might be of interest to you. It looks like an ordinary watch, but hidden within are the essentials to mend a tear in your clothes—because you never know when your adventures might lead to a rip or two. “Why shouldn’t a gentleman be both dashing and resourceful? And naturally, the same goes for a lady, wouldn’t you agree? A well-placed stitch from a hidden sewing kit or a quick transformation of a plush toy can turn a moment of inconvenience into a delightful display of ingenuity. After all, who says elegance and practicality can’t go hand in hand? Haha. A lady, much like her accessories, should be full of surprises.

Of course, you’ll have to visit my shop if you want a closer look at any of these marvels. But, please, be prepared for a few surprises—after all, that’s the true joy of invention, isn’t it?

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

HII!! How are you :) hope you wouldn’t care if I make this request BUT… could I maybe request Any of The Creepypastas (PLATONICALLY) with a Child! Creep! Reader who has a Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche Personality?? Basically like dress like them as well and the same story ^^ So Riliane is a very Wealthy Princess who’s very selfish, whimsical, and egotistical? feel free to have fun with this!! just do whatever you’d like :) thanks!

Hello! I do not have much knowledge on this character, but I did some research and I hope this is to your liking! <333 I also tried to use some of the more popular creeps and some I've never wrote for before

Thank you so much for requesting!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Creeps with a Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche Child!reader

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Eyeless Jack

When you arrived at the mansion almost everyone knew immediately

Even Jack, who spends his time locked away either in the medical wing or in his room

You have a very....loud personality to say the least

The first time he ever meets you, it's after you tripped in the garden and scraped your knee

With the way you were screaming one could've sworn you had your leg chopped off

Oh and don't get him started on when he tried to clean the wound

Once you had calmed down enough to actually sit still and let him fix you up, that's when you got started about how "horrid" the medical bed you were sitting on was

A princess like you deserves better than some hard, cold table with thin paper carelessly spread over the surface

Jack doesn't indulge in your snarky comments, and instead focuses on carefully placing a band aid on your knee ("It has to have unicorns!")

Whenever Jack sees you around the mansion, it is typically when he's getting some extra food

You tend to enjoy commenting on how "greasy" he looks

And occasionally he'll allow you to at least file his claws down to silence your constant begging to make him "look like a proper gentleman"

You certainly humble him, that's for sure

Ticci toby

When Toby first hears about you, he assumes it will be another situation like Sally's

Just a small child, so sad and confused as to where they are, what's happening and why it's all happening to them

Boy, was he wrong

The second you arrived you made it known that you weren't going to take nothing from nobody

He kind of respects you for that tbh, you go kid!

He tries his best to make a good impression, offering to play dolls or bake sweets

You, of course, are not up for it

"Those dolls look as if they've been burnt in a house fire and baking is servant's work."

A small piece of you is pleased that someone is actually making an effort to make you happy

Then again, everyone should be trying to make you happy

Toby tends to be the one you hang around the most

Only because he'll do practically anything if you ask nicely enough

"Tobias, go get me a blanket for my afternoon nap, pretty please"

"Well, since you said please...."

Jason the Toymaker

Jason thinks you are the sweetest little thing

He doesn't seem to see that selfish, egotistical side of you like the others do

You are a perfect little angel in his eyes

And a wonderful model

To go with your lavish lifestyle, you need new dresses quite often

And since Jason is so good at sewing, and is great with children, you tend to gravitate towards him

He senses your style so well too!

You give him a messy sketch and he executes it so perfectly

Even his suggestions are up to your standards

"I was simply loving this pattern you wanted, but instead of maroon how would you feel about gold trimmings?"

You have such a wonderful array of choices thanks to him

Of course, there are moments where you can't wear your fancy dresses (For example when you are working)

The day you got your uniform you downright refused to wear such a hideous outfit

But Jason managed to fix it up so that you at least managed to wear it

[faithintheunknownsblog]

Back again with yet another sleep deprived head cannon post!

Part One Here

A Few More Things Alucard Loves About You

Another thing he loves when your human: He loves laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat

- Alucard loves when you show him things you’ve created, whether it’s songs, or paintings, poems, or drawings- he doesn’t care! He loves them, even if he doesn’t always understand them. He also loves how you refuse to let him see the projects until you’re done with them, and how you try to shoo him away whenever he tries to get a peek at your unfinished work

- If you sew (even if you suck at it but still try) Alucard loves it because when he comes back with tattered and torn up clothes you always try to fix them.

He especially loves it if you’re someone who sews everything by hand because of how long it takes you, since you try your hardest to make sure your thread work is seamless.

The first time you went to sew up his clothes, Alucard told you that the clothes can just be thrown out but you insisted on fixing them because you know that his suits are expensive. And if whatever article of clothing can’t be fixed, you save the fabric, using it for your own projects. You just refuse to let such fine fabric go to waste, though if it’s too far gone beyond repair and the fabric isn’t worth saving you throw it out.

- How you always wear mixed matched socks… No, it has nothing to do with your feet, he just loves it because it’s amusing to him.

You will have a matching bra and underwear sets, and make sure that your outfit goes together. Yet you couldn’t care less about your neon socks being two different colors.

BUT they still have to be from the same pack and can’t be two different brands. He learned that the hard way when he did the laundry one day and thought that he could just put any socks together. You really appreciated the gesture, it was so sweet! But you had to explain to him how to put your socks together and he still didn’t understand the difference. So the deal was made that he can still fold the laundry and put the clothes away, but he leaves all your socks alone so you can put them together how you like them.

- He likes to pick on you when you’re putting makeup on by slightly shape shifting. Say if you’re doing contour to make your cheekbones more defined, he will make his cheekbones show more. Or if you’re putting on lipstick, he’ll make his lips ‘naturally’ that shade. He just gets a kick out of you glaring at him through his reflection in the mirror and scowling.

- Alucard loves it when you play with his hair

BUT DAMMIT WHEN YOU TRY TO PRACTICE HAIRSTYLES ON HIM

He tells you ‘no’ but when you give him those doll eyes and poke out your bottom a bit, he caves every. damn. time.

- And when you try to paint his nails too. What is up with that?!

Alucard tells you that you’re only allowed to paint them black. But do you listen? NO!

You always try to remove the polish before he has to go, though you don’t always get the opportunity.

And that’s where you’re lucky that he wears gloves, because if he didn’t you wouldn’t be allowed to get away with painting his nails neon orange, or a shimmery blue.

Alucard can get annoyed with it all he wants, but he always gets over it because he loves you.

Honestly, neither one of you know how this man continues to put up with you and all your shenanigans

Alucard can’t even die, but he already knows that you’ll somehow mange to be the death of him

Hmmm… What else?

OH!

- So we all know that Alucard is a very violent man, who believes the world is nothing but evil. So he can’t help but love it if you’re a pacifist

- But the man is also bipolar asf, and can find that you being naïve annoying. He wants a happy medium y’know?

- Thought, if you’re crazy like him; he loves how you can relate to the rush of adrenaline that courses through one’s veins when doing malicious acts

- Sorry, but there is no pleasing him sometimes!

- Though that’s something else he loves, you don’t care about pleasing people that are unimportant in your life

- Notice how it says ‘unimportant’ people, that’s because Alucard loves it when you’ll ask his opinion on something that with anyone else you would give a damn what they thought.

- Like when you ask what he thinks about your outfit you’re dressing up in to look nice for date night

- SPEAKING OF DATE NIGHT! You were the one who suggested the idea of weekly dates.

Yes, you two spend time together whenever it’s possible, but you still wanted to set up ‘official’ dates.

Alucard absolutely loved the idea, so now you two will get all dressed up to go out and do really anything outside of the mansion.

- You will go on regularly scheduled dates, but you also try to go out for dates whenever he comes back from missions ASAP.

Though you understand if he’s too tired to go out and just wants to get some rest.

- You two will still have dinner together when he comes back from a mission, you always have a meal ready to eat with him regardless

BUT FIRST

Alucard can’t do ANYTHING- including getting a few feet into the door- after a mission until you welcome him back with the biggest hug, and cover his face in endless kisses.

- Whenever Alucard leaves for a mission you anxiously wait for him to come back, and always worried that he might not.

- He literally can go out for a mission that you know will be finished in less than a day, and you’ll still wait for him and welcome him back as if he’s been gone for years.

- Other people will cringe at the obsessive PDA, but neither one of you care. You’re just so happy Alucard is home safe, and he loves that he has someone who loves him waiting at home.

You give him a reason to actually want to come home unscathed, you give him a will to live.

[seacurse]

just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so .

name :      florine clementine hart .      age :      thirty - two , born the 19th of december .      hometown :      rochester, new york .      length of time in kilmer :      seven months .      occupation :      unemployed but volunteers at the playhouse, sewing costumes .      traits :      beguiling, sentimental, superstitious, fanciful .      aspirations :      marriage, open up the same chocolate shop her mother had, to find what happened to her sister .      skills :      sewing, playing piano, making the best hot chocolate, tending to lupines .      pets :      a small calico stray called cleo became her housemate .

a small town in upstate new york filled with an aroma of sweet chocolate, turning the noses of those who were fortunate enough to pass by the small chocolate shop; just off to the left on the street corner gowned in crimson awaiting the first person to ring the little bronze bell, but no one came. it might seem a strange way for florine to mark her first memory, stood by the staircase, aged four, with a doll dangled by the arm, eyeing an untouched golden plate of chocolates on the counter beside her mother's despaired countenance ... but not every first memory was reserved for a happy one .

the sweet scent has dulled now, the final nail on the closed sign and a new town and a new shop. the second memory comes at seven, tapping against ivory keys with her sister looking over her shoulder humming along to each note. florine won't hear the shouting this way, but she will hear the whispers so they stay up all night long, a old metal flashlight illuminating the space under the sheets where stories are told to keep away the noises. the guilt of one sister and fear of another .

pennsylvania feels like a side stop, not even six months before the chocolate shop is nailing the closed sign to the door again and florine has packed up her entire life in another cardboard box. the same on she had two years ago .

the fourth comes with the creaking of a house in maine at thirteen. this would have been florine's favorite. a small cottage overlooking the sea and covered in lupines but the shadows from the last do not follow and the new chocolate shop seems promising with locals pressing their noses against the glass the first morning. she's sad to leave here at seventeen, taking a fistful of lupine seeds she stuffs into her denim pocket .

georgia is the worst. it's hot and muggy and the chocolate melts in her hand before she can even take a bite of it. her sister moved away a month ago and now there is no one to keep those weird sounds away at night. the house creeks here too, but not the same way as it was in maine. the flowers aren't as pretty and people get annoyed when florine has her window open, playing whatever tune she can imagine on the piano. the neighbor isn't nice either, but his son is. handsome too, a little shy but quick on his feet to make a declaration .

scratch that, georgia got moved up on the worst list the day florine found herself sitting at a sewing table in michigan, unable to speak after the phone call of her mother's wailing like a banshee etched into her memory. dead. her sister, holly, was found dead at some seaside town in rhode island florine had only seen through a postcard in the mail with an ' i love you ' at the bottom in place of holly's name. kilmer's cove. holly's file was stamped crimson red with the words, cold case and slipping on a rock was the only closure they were allowed .

kilmer's cove was never supposed to be the grounds another hart family member would step foot on, though picturesque as the postcard she held in her grasp as the wheels of baby blue vintage triumph screeched to a stop. the georgia neighbor's son became a little more than just a smiling face to wave at with florine giddy she'd have a sparkling rock on her ring finger before their trip to kilmer's cove was over. a trip where his business ventures would lead them and maybe fate too. she took to the playhouse, hearing her sister's gush about it over the phone during late night calls when those creaking sounds became too loud. volunteering there for the past few months kept her occupied but every walk home she's passed by the boardwalk eyeing a ' for lease ' shop. florine always did find herself annoyed with the chocolate shop, the one her mother moved around so much it seemed like it should have wheels, but the boardwalk would be a great place for it .

summary :      chocolate shops in small towns that could never stay open, arguing parents, her life in a box with crayon flowers scribbled on it, giggling with her sister at silly ghost stories told under sheets with a flashlight and ivory piano keys made up florine's childhood. every new town was ranked in a small pocket notebook kept in her purse, now in a shoebox under her bed and kilmer's cove was supposed to be the worst, but a town in michigan was. the day her sister died, a kilmer's resident who begged florine to visit but she never came. she did, eventually, with her boyfriend, a job prospect took them out to the town but it's fate, she believes to be the reason to stay. maybe to keep the hart family tradition of that silly chocolate shop, but maybe and hopefully to learn what happened to holly and why she loved it here so much .    

friends :      a friend group can get someone through the hardest of times, a smiling face much like the neighbor's son back in georgia, someone who she just always makes hot chocolate for .      believing is seeing :      either just as superstition as florine or they allow her to indulge .      they knew her sister :      holly hart, she was about as charismatic as the name she was given, but what happened to her in kilmer's cove remains a cold case, so does someone remember more than the file ?      playhouse :      anyone who works at playhouse, florine took to volunteering there with her sewing skills .      encouragement :      they think the chocolate shop is the best idea since the town's ice cream parlor, nudging florine along to take a chance .      the other woman :      corpse bride was a little dash of inspo for florine, which means her boyfriend isn't entirely without fault, this would be the one he has a wandering eye for .      the boyfriend :      he's the reason florine even agreed to come to kilmer's cove, though devastated that last dinner by the water hadn't ended with a ring on her finger .

[studiofelix]

Little Guys that Look Like Me: Loving Myself by Proxy

There are few scenarios where a twenty-something with low self esteem would create something physical in their own image. At 20, I would have sooner eaten bird seed than intentionally made something to look like me. At 21, I found myself doing so, lovingly and painstakingly. It changed me.

It was a first-time-meeting-you-in-real-life present. I crocheted a small doll, no larger than four of five inches in height. I switched colors as I crocheted him, navy for the hair, peach for the skin, pink for the shirt, teal for the pants. I sewed a few flat pieces to his head to look like the fringe I had at the time and lovingly stitched “I <3 U” onto his chest.

It felt strange, blasphemous almost. In the same way young Catholics are told not to take the Lord’s name in vain, I hadn’t dared to create an honest and sincere depiction of myself since the 9th grade. And even then, the portraits that I had drawn at that point had a critical and angsty air to them, but in all fairness, can you really expect anything different from a fourteen year old?

My limited and self-deprecating journey in self portraiture had met its match: creating a simple, happy mini-me for someone I loved, a lesson in carefully crafted self image.

Anthropomorphism: assigning human emotions and traits to inanimate objects. This was a tendency I had growing up, have now, and will have for the rest of my life. It is carefully woven into my experience of growing up as a late-diagnosed autistic, my experience of navigating the world in a limbo state of partial understanding and uncertainty. The dolls, stuffed animals, virtual pets; they are often cast aside as unimportant and unworthy once a child has outgrown them. This makes perfect sense to the average adult. They are not human, not even animals. Their insides are plastic and polyfill and tiny, unsophisticated PCB; they do not bleed and die as we do.

But imagine being human and feeling those things so deeply and fundamentally without knowing why. Your peers are better than you; they make friends easily; they do not struggle to find understanding in each other. You, on the other hand, have had trouble—have been the trouble—in some capacity in nearly every interpersonal relationship you’ve had. This story is not new to you, reader—whether you’re the protagonist, villain, love interest, bystander—you just didn't know that you've been playing a part. I see these objects as extensions of my experience; I can’t stifle the thought of their plight.

I continued crocheting my mini-me, Pocket BF, as I called him. Suddenly he had a face, and this was what gave him feelings. I looked at him. I pet the side of his face as I sewed his hair into his scalp. “Almost done,” I said to comfort him. A mirror image of myself, but one that I now held inexplicable affection for instead of unremarkable, everyday disdain. I didn’t want him to hurt. I wanted him to be happy. He didn’t deserve to feel sad.

Despite this seed of self-love (if you can call it that), there was a disconnect. This love I had for this little guy that looked like me, confusing and paradigm-shifting as it was, did not transfer to my feelings toward myself yet. And as I wrapped Pocket BF in tissue paper, placed him in a box, told him he’d be out soon, and wrapped my gift to my soon(ish)-to-be ex-fiance, the spark of this near revelation would be buried for a while.

Obviously it didn’t work out. When you’ve been engaged for two years with no plans to get married or move in together or even to the same state, the writing is on the wall in a dull and uninspiring script, and it’s been there so long that the paint is starting to chip. Although I must confess, I do partially blame myself; there is a very specific intersection of youth, stupidity, charmingly trite dedication, and earth-shattering codependency that will possess you to propose to your long distance boyfriend of one year. He will dump you over text, the day before valentines day, almost exactly two years later, so don't make my mistake. You've been warned.

The absolute beacon of wisdom and mental fortitude I was (or wasn’t) at 21, aside, the unceremonious and, dare I say, absolutely out-of-pocket-cruel discarding of our relationship that he doled out a few years later devastated me. He’s not a bad person; I hope he finds happiness (and therapy. My God, I hope he gets therapy); I wish him well; etcetera. I coped the best I could, ruminated on everything I could have possibly said or done wrong, cried and cried and cried, standard breakup stuff.

One of the things that helped to carry me, though, was my special interest in a certain video game pairing. They outlived our entire relationship; they were there with me when it began, and they were still there as the rubbled ruin of it began to grow flowers through the cracked stone. I tend to pick a character that I see myself in and project onto them. My art of this character began as pretty on-model; he was very recognizable as his canon self with the only main differences being a matter of style, a few headcanons here and there.

This was at a time in my life where I had started to gain weight (think the freshman fifteen if it was a year later and also fifty pounds instead). Looking back on it now, this was only the natural course my body chose to take. The thing that no one tells you about testosterone therapy is that it quite literally turns you into a carbon copy of your father. My young, twink body softened into a round ball of a belly. My hairline began to recede. What I believed was the result of these objectively neutral changes was actually the result of deeply rooted, internalized fatphobia and a general fear of aging.

I so badly wished to be skinny again. I wished to look like my favorite character again. I wanted it so viscerally that I shuffled through diet attempts and would-be exercise programs in a desperate Hail Mary for a fleeting look akin to a starving Victorian boy.

In one of my nearly daily bouts of self-pity, I said out loud that I wished I could draw Felix, this character I loved and saw as myself, as fat. I had started drawing his partner (well, the character who should have been his partner) as fat, and I was able to get away with it without much pushback from the fandom. And then I had the cartoonishly obvious realization that actually, I could draw whatever the hell I want literally for the rest of my life.

This, honest to God, changed my life. No longer was I drawing this character as the unattainably skinny little twink I wished to be. I drew him to look like me. I gave him rolls and a stomach that protruded out past his waistline. Later on, I’d start drawing him with freckles and a receding hairline as well, hair on his shoulders, round cheeks.

I drew him loved. I drew him happy. I drew him confident in his body and in the space he took up. Broadly speaking, it wasn’t received well. I lost most of my engagement and a lot of my Twitter audience. A hoard of people whose fatphobia was conditional but still there; you could make some characters fat without a problem, but touch the designated fandom twink, and you might as well have deleted your account.

What came from this petty loss, though, were a select few who loved my Felix. A handful of people who felt seen by my art, seen by the care with which I drew these characters, with the realism of fat bodies drawn lovingly—not realism in the sense of style but realism in the sense of believability. I drew (and still draw) them so they feel real. I draw them in a way that I hope makes people like me feel at home.

This healed my self-image by leaps and bounds. Despite the discretely sour reaction I got from most of Twitter, I did find brief and minor Tiktok fame from making tutorials about how to draw fat people. When I draw Felix and Sylvain, I treat them, and ultimately myself, with the love and care deserved. He is another little guy that looks like me. And I loved him dearly. I still do.

My self esteem still needed work, though.

Six months ago, I picked Tomodachi Life for the 3DS back up. I got the game when I was a teenager and played it religiously for a few weeks before losing interest and cycling on to my next video game fixation. I would pick it back up a few more times sporadically over the years—this is the nature of how I play video games. In Tomodachi Life, you manage an island of Miis (Nintendo’s primitive customizable characters that date back to the Wii). You feed them, interact with them, buy them clothes and apartments, and watch their relationships form and change and break. The game starts with the player creating a character that looks like themself—or, how the game puts it, their look-alike.

My look-alike from this play through naturally looked drastically different from my previous play throughs. I made him look like a cute, low-poly version of myself. I made his voice sound as similar to mine as it could within the bounds of 2013 video game technology. I gave him a pink, sparkly apartment theme, dresses, shirts, accessories, his favorite foods, etcetera. I pet him on the head and listened to what he had to say. Just like Pocket BF, just like Felix, I felt a massive amount of love and affection towards him, different than before but still so much the same. This reflection of me could talk; he could walk around his little room. He got married to Sylvain. He had kids with him. He could tell me he was glad we met.

And he could tell me he missed me. By chance, I neglected to check on him for a few days while solving problems for the other Miis. When I tapped on his room, he came towards the screen and said something like, “My look-alike! I haven’t seen you all week! How have you been?”

A feeling of guilt washed over me. How could I have abandoned this little guy? This little guy that looked like me? Had I hurt his feelings? Had I made him sad? He seemed alright. He walked around his room while swinging his arms back and forth. And I soon realized, how could I feel such empathy and kindness towards him, but not feel any of that toward myself? Here it was, my empathy for inanimate objects, friendly pixels, and downright apparitions, in a violent coup against my own self hatred. I am not pixels on a screen or a handmade plush or my idea for what a video game character should have been. I am a living, breathing creature who bleeds when I’m cut. I am a person who has feelings, a person who does not deserve the pain I’ve caused myself by my own hand. I deserve the love and care that I show these self portraits, these vignettes of my simplest self. The rabid beast of my most complex self deserves it as well.

How many times have I looked at myself in the mirror and picked at my skin, picked at my image, picked at my actions, my voice, who I am, the very fabric of my fragile little existence? Too many, and yeah, I'll probably do it again. But maybe instead someday I'll greet myself with a smile, with a "My look-alike! I haven't seen you all day!" With a gentle touch, one reserved for a handmade gift. And maybe this one won't get put in a closet or given to Goodwill, or whatever ex-fiances do with iconography of their past. Little guys that look like me are my past. They are my present. And, although the battle is only halfway fought, they taught me how to love myself by proxy.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

MY DARLING DOLLS 60

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He was excited for the day that the so called blue star will come. So the story of this world will began. But somehow time to flow fast yet nothing can be seen as a sign of the blue star.

He wonders if he change the fate in a very horrible way. He don't want that. He don't want that to befall his friends.

Yet he doesn't know what to do. Beside that. His still stuck in his new form. He can something but he doesn't know if it works. He just want his friends to get their chance soon.

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He was practicing going back to his humanoid self at least. But somehow his fellow fluff can't handle it nor a human can. It was odd thing, he wonders if his real form will cause some issues.

But with that problem aside things seems to be fine. He use some clues from his friends future at least possible future. To locate the possible Blue star. Sending dreams to that person.

He did wonder that the classification of the blue star is having a blue hair. Which he have but he never sewn anything and probably suck at it. So him being it, is cross out in the list.

He did look around for other blue haired people. He come across the nice guy but hopeless Ao. Someone who don't exist in his world.

Created only in this world. But is related to someone of the canon world. He and his friends where taken in by Ao cause he can see them (now) . He think those fluffy thing are pitiful and cute.

Luckily that ao know how to sew but he doesn't understand him or any fluff. It's sad. Is he supposed to look for a new one? As he think that he give a heated gaze to the purple-blue fluff that happened to pass by him.

He really doesn't like that guy. How could someone act carefree with the fact he will be a dangerous being in the future.

But he can't take away the chance of this fellow of his own humanity. Because things could have different outcome. If not... It's up to his future self.

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He was free flying by the wind when he sense something. Something odd. He went off his group to look for what it was. He was followed by few of his friends.

When he arrive there. He saw corpse..... Oh wait it's still warm. He hops toward the body and realize how its life is fading but the moment he saw that person face he froze.

It's the same person. Ah.....

Should he help you?

He was debating about it but he saw his friends all gather around your form. He realize something. The person he cannot saw was you. Your the important person.

Without you. His friends won't gain humanity. He thought about the outcome, he remembers such act of taking judgement of based on the sins of of the past, shouldn't be apply to you. Because your different...

•" it's for my 'friends'...."• he thought before the sky clouded and darken. He felt disappointed on himself as he have fallen in such state. He felt bad. He shouldn't act that way. He doesn't realize he transform back to him humanoid self holding a pearl in one hand and the other is reaching out for you.

•" I'll save your life.... But I have to erase the links you have with that hateful fiend.... By river of Lethe may you enjoy this second chance and prove me right for my judgement and wrong to my doubts..." •

With you in his arms, he put the pearl above your heart to pose as your soul. One day when your healed enough, you can go back where your soul is.

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Where in the World is Mon Cher [The Rewrite]

Prologue 

[Author’s Note: Since we don’t know about Antonio’s canon backstory I made one up, enjoy! Expect chapters every Sunday. I’m hella excited to be rewriting this and giving it a better storyline. Also the other chapters will be longer, this is just a prologue]

Tw: Talks of violence

     Antonio was a lot different from when he was a kid. He had a lot to be angry about as a child. Someone would say or do something and he would start to feel the insatiable itch in his hands as his fingers twitched. Then he would come back home with bruised knuckles. 

Home was nothing more than a farmhouse turned orphanage in Sonora, Mexico. A place known for its beaches, farmlands, and mining operations. One thing he ended up learning about from a young age was responsibility. He learned how to spread himself thin but never break. Antonio was one of the oldest kids there so it was his responsibility to take care of all the younger kids. No one would assume that the teen sewing clothes and dolls for little children was the same as the one who was capable of breaking his teacher’s nose.

After learning about this concerning behavior the owner of both the orphanage and the farmland thought of a way to help Antonio find an outlet to replace combat.

“Pick the weeds outside” 

“Plant these seeds.”

“Knead this dough.” 

“Stitch this back up.”  

“Fold the laundry.” 

Learning how to use his hands in such a way brought peace to the troubled teen. He would look at the fields, he would see the things he planted and he couldn’t help but feel proud. He couldn’t believe he planted those months ago with his very own hands. 

Now Antonio is an adult. He’s matured past being a teenager that was once angry at the world. He’s learned to let things go, to no longer dwell on the past. He no longer stopped to think about why his parents had him only to dump him on the orphanage doorstep the moment he was born, or why the most foolish thing was worth scrutiny. 

As an adult he tried to remember the philosophy of “going with the flow.” He learned not to hate people because everyone was just a pawn in a bigger game and he was no different. No one really belonged to themselves, perhaps they belonged to their family, their company, or even their country but no one was free. So how could he hate someone when they weren’t even their own person? 

As much as he tries to keep this philosophy in mind something still bothers him: The recent years of his life he can’t remember. It’s so strange to him. Strange to think that years of his life are just gone, years that he will never relive again. Antonio may go his whole life carrying that empty feeling of missing those years. 

Antonio takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present. Theres no reason to dwell on a past he can’t even remember, right? 

[pinkliker69]

consider: an au where mo ran and chu wanning are idols, popular enough to have merch, where mr whos had a crush on his chu-qianbei for ages buys his plush and likes to pose his and cwns plushies like theyre kissing

literally i always love when charas make plushies of them and their crush/s/o kiss and thats the only reason theyre idols but since im already in this direction. cwn’s like an older generation idol who retired a little before mr became a trainee and ended up as his mentor

mr had always been a fan of cwn since he was younger and had saved up so much of his allowance to splurge on his merch back when he was popular, and his most prized possession is a cute plushie of his idol with a onesie that has cat ears on it…

(mr learns to sew so he can dress the plushie in a lot of different clothing, and if some of them were things like maid outfits and sailor uniforms, then that was between him and god LMAO)

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anyway when cwn becomes his mentor he is SO FUCKING STARSTRUCK.. but he becomes so endeared by cwn’s cold yet kind personality and quickly falls in love. this is 0.25 mr all the way, i think hes so cute~

later on mr becomes a very successful and popular idol, initially debuting w his cousin xue meng and friend shi mingjing to become san-sisheng (yes 三) but goes solo eventually and as a result of all his popularity too, gets plushie merch.

and mr, despite never really caring much about his merch before, other than if it included his husky motifs and appropriate colours, was super involved in the design and worked very hard to make the design look like it was from a similar style to cwn’s

(i mean he doesnt TELL them he wants it to be in that kind of style but when they brought it up he insisted he was picky abt plushie styles and wanted it to be like the cwn plushie, which he saw before and thought was especially cute in its style! the knowing gaze xue meng sent him throughout that meeting felt like a hot laser lol.. meanwhile mr internally was thinking about how to make a husky onesie for this plush so it can match the cwn one he had)

anyway mr hasnt been subtle about liking cwn this whole time but cwn’s always thought that it was just him as an idol that mr was infatuated with, which he was fine with anyway.

so imagine his surprise when one day he is at the xues’ house and when he knocks on mr’s door and opens it to tell him dinner is ready, he sees his doll next to mr’s in wedding outfits, red robes and all...

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(thanks for the insp trip but cwn also happens to have these plushies actually.. tho he just keeps them on a shelf standing next to each other :3 he also has all of mo ran's merch, but also xue meng and shi mei's (tho not as extensively as mr) bc those r his precious mentees!!

mr has like SEVERAL itabags of cwn merch too btw. they r the very hardcore 40 sets of the same badge types (and probably limited edition too) literally filled to the brim, bc once mr got richer as an idol he spent so much free time scouring auction sites for old cwn merch

ALSO once they get together and all. depending on whose house they move into (probably cwn's once mr cleans it up), mr buys and keeps a dollhouse at the side of the room where he'll always change the poses and outfits of their plushies and make them all domestic and shit

HE PROBABLY HAS AN SNS ACCOUNT FOR IT BTW... also im a big fan of idol aus where they are a bigname shipper for their own cp. and so he is like this famous cwn fan+ranwan shipper who posts cute pics of his ranwan dolls doing things all the time (sometimes cute, sometimes lewd)

one day on mr's official sns he takes a selfie in his room and some fans spot a familiar looking dollhouse in the bg... and are like hold the fuck up? what r the chances mr plays with dolls.

and to make it more convenient, mr repainted and customized the house to be like cwn and his dream house that their plushies live in... so its very suspicious mo ran has it... hmm 👁️

also im thinking they havent announced their relationship yet, because mr is at the peak of his popularity and cwn doesn't want him to be at the brunt of angry fangirls thinking he was stolen away, but lol. mr eventually announces on his sns that he IS the cwn+ranwan stan

and then xm and sm are like "yeah u've always been insane abt cwn... biggest cwn stan we knew" and the fans r like oh okay thats crazy. and then after that mr tops it off with "ALSO cwn and i are dating!!! so ranwan real <3" and the internet explodes

can you tell i like entertainment au danmei yet? but anyway things go fine in the end, cwn and mr eventually get married the same way their plushies did (mo ran voice: art imitates life <3) and he doesn't ever stop posting plushie pics. ~happy end~

ALSO ALSO considering how often ppl just make fanmerch themselves too. mr def has every single one of cwn. (he only gets himself too if they are a set together) and in mr’s cwn shrine there is an entire section full of pouty kitty cwns 😾

[yoshiyakiryu-archive]

What do you recommend as a first project for learning to use a sewing machine and do you have any tips about sewing with a machine in general? Any youtube videos you’d recommend for it, maybe?

Unfortunately I do not watch YouTube! I learned from books and watching my mom. Matt's suggestion is dollightful, she's got some beginner tutorials linked in the description of this video for the very basics and some specifically for doll clothes, and sells mh doll patterns on etsy

First sewing project for learning your machine, and for learning machines for the first time in general? A lot of people say a pincushion, which you're going to want at some point if you didn't buy one, but here's what I learned first and what I've always had other people learn first:

Pillowcase. Get thrift store sheets cheap, ones that do not stretch (most sheets don't, avoid nylon and spandex until you want to up the difficulty level), and make yourself two pillow cases. They're going to suck, but they'll teach you how the machine works, to regulate the speed, how to sew a straight line, and how to pivot your project without taking it off the machine. If new machines don't anchor your thread for you (remember the newest sewing machine I've touched is from 1960) as I have heard they might? You're going to learn that too.

If you don't have the fabric for this and want to just jump in, make doll pillows, stuff them with the scrap you're going to end up with if you have no stuffing, and make those pillows pillowcases. This will teach you to work small, and will need more precision, which'll be more to learn in one go, but you'll be skipping a step in going to doll clothes. Working at this size will also help you gauge how big things end up being once they're sewn at that size (smaller than you'll likely expect)

If your machine doesn't auto thread itself (again I am not sure what modern machines DO), it's good to spend some time threading it a couple times before trying to use it. It's going to be tempting to pull your fabric through, don't do that, just guide and feed or you'll snap your needle. Always give yourself more thread than you think you need. Your stitches should look the same on the topside of your fabric as on the bottom side, and if either side looks tighter, you may have to adjust your tension to suit the fabric you're using, and the problem is going to be on the opposite side of where it's visible. 9/10 times it's your top tension and for this reason your bottom tension is hard to get to because you may never ever need to touch it. Keep your machine oiled and learn what it sounds like because they'll often tell you when they don't like something by complaining.

If all else fails speak to your machine in a firm tone to let it know you're in charge

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Writing Advent Calendar

Day 11

Prompt: Santa's Elf AU

Aka: A dcla crossover where everyone is elves

Read on ao3 in the link above or under the cut

In the north pole, Santa's elves worked hard to get all the work done. However, it sometimes didn't go exactly as planned.

Luna came rolling by in a room with tons of workers. She was a delivery elf and thought it went quicker if she went on roller skates.

"Luna!" Nina said, handing her a book, "Take this to the arts department and ask Bia to illustrate the pictures."

"On it!" Luna said and rolled away with her book in her hand. 

On her way, she passed the musics department, where the elfs inside were very busy finishing all kinds of instruments, songbooks and singing toys.

Violetta was right now recording a song for a voice box that would be inside a singing racoon. 

"No, Violetta," Naty said, "You have to make your voice more high pitched. You have a beatiful voice, but the racoon is supposed to sound more like a baby."

Violetta took a deep breath and made her voice more high pitched. She made sure to also sound a little bubbly and energetic, like a little kid.

Meanwhile, Broduey, Maxi and Andres were over at a table. They had just finished a keyboard for toddlers - one of those where you pressed different buttons and music would play. Andres was already pressing buttons, dancing along to the beat.

"Easy Andres, we can't let the batteries run out!"

"I wish we could just sing for fun and not to create stupid toys," Ludmila sighed.

"We can," Naty said, "Every month from janurary to september, essentially."

"UUGGHHH! WHY IS IT DECEMBER?!"

"I'm gonna get this to the crafts room," Francesca said, holding the voice box Violetta had just recorded. In the crafts room, they made all the stuffed animals.

As she went out in the corridor, she encountered the roller skating elf.

"Oh, good! Luna! Can you get this voice box to the crafts room?"

Luna was going very fast and Francesca had to stop her by holding her hand and spinning her around several times. Eventually Luna could stop.

"Oh..." she said, all dizzy, "Uh, you wanted me to get that voice box?"

"Yes, please. To the crafts room."

"I am sorry, but I can't. I just delivered a book to the arts room for illustrating, and they asked me to retrieve some more paint."

"Aah... do you know who else I can ask?" Normally, anyone could be a delivery elf for the time - really, many of the elves had rotating jobs. You just went to whatever department or room of your preferred choice of the day. Though, many elves often stayed in the same spots. And Luna loved exploring every surface, which was why she more or less had taken the delivery job permanently. Though, she also helped out in other ways when necessary. Just the other day, another elf realized her laughter would fit for a talking doll they were making. So, she spent the entire day recording laughter.

"I think Jim and Yam aren't doing anything!" Luna shrugged, "They should be around here somewhere... anyway! Gotta go!" 

Jim and Yam were elves that very rarely were seen without each other. Francesca only really saw them whenever they came into the music department to sing or help creating instruments. Otherwise, they were over at the sewing room creating outfits, or just doing various things in the arts department. 

Francesca however realized they could've been at another place. She had heard a sound from a nearby closet.

Since elves were so short, they could easily hide behind normal human-sized furniture and almost create little cozy corners from it. In this closet, there were a bunch of instruments. And behind the piano, placed in the corner, she could see a tiny little elf shoe. She immediately pulled it, causing two startled elves to shriek.

"So here's where you're hiding," Francesca said teasingly.

"We were just..." Jim said.

"Uhm..." Yam said and stumbled over a guitar, almost getting her feet stuck in the strings.

"You're not busy, are you?" Francesca asked. "I know, it's easy to get bored and... get busy... but you have like 9 months of the year to do that. Now it's december, and it's chop chop!"

"Of course!" Jim said awkwardly.

"You two can do me a favor. You can take this voice box to the crafts room."

"But you only need one to do that..." Yam said.

"Well, it's good to be two, one can make sure the way there is safe."

Yam got her foot out from the strings and then accidentally made a box of maracas trip. Francesca gave her the voice box. "Can I trust you two?"

"Yes!" the girls said, standing up and then running out the door.

Francesca then observed the corner behind the piano. Hmm... this looked like a good place to be when you wanted to have a private conversation. Or do... something else. When you're an elf and you live for so long, you more or less have to keep yourself busy in one way or another... let's just say, everyone got with everyone and that was just how it was. Well, except for Jim and Yam. They seemed to not prefer anyone except themselves.

Francesca hoped they didn't break the voice box on the way. Or that Luna crashed into them while she got paint.

Then again, she would be surprised if an accident didn't happen. There was always something going on in Santa's workshop.

[miss-m-winks]

Hi! I'm the oldest daughter in a family of all girls (all afab, though one sisters is now leaning towards nonbinary while still identifying as a girl)

My dad has never ever let the lack of sons keep him from doing all the fun things with us that he wanted to do.

I learned how to fish when I was three years old. One of my favorite toys was a dump truck. Our whole family loves camping and hiking and other outdoor activities. We all know how to throw a ball and we have all worked on fixing the family cars alongside our dad. We have all helped him build and fix things for the house.

The fact that he has four daughters and no sons has never stopped our dad from doing the things he loves and including us in those things. The only time it stopped him was when our church hosted "father son" activities and he was a little annoyed about the lack of father daughter organized activities.

People have teased him about being a girl dad. People have asked if he has a man cave to get away from the girls. He kept getting assigned church roles where he would be in charge of activities for boys and people asked if he was glad to get that role because it meant he could finally do all the boy activities and take a break from his girls.

He hates that. He always shuts it down hard. He has no man cave, he never needed boys under his care to give him the chance to do all the activities he loves. He doesn't feel the need to take a break from his daughters and wife by spending time surrounded by other men and a bunch of boys.

He will spend time with his male friends and his brothers away from us, but not to take a break from us. Heck, when he and his brothers planned out some backpacking trips, his first thought was to ask if any of his daughters wanted to join! And I did go and it was exhausting but fun, just being out there with my dad and uncles. I don't remember why mom didn't join us, I think she just prefers normal camping over backpacking trips.

But the point is, the gender assigned to your child at birth is no reason to avoid doing certain activities with them! If we ever had a brother, he also would have learned to cook and sew, he also would have been encouraged to learn a musical instrument. We all do music in this family. We all enjoy outdoor activities in this family. We all know how to cook in this family.

Gender has nothing to do with it. Get over it. Girl dads, boy moms, it's all bs. The only thing I ever learned from my mom that I couldn't have learned from my dad was the sewing, because my mom loves to sew. It is her artistic outlet. My dad's artistic outlet is music.

And I'm almost 30. My parents were born and raised in the 70s and 80s, they're only a month apart in age. They were raised in conservative small towns and conservative Christian churches. And yet, they still managed to see past the farce of strict gender roles well enough to raise us as girls who enjoy dirt as much as we enjoy dresses. One of my sisters is having a baby girl of her own soon. She is my most feminine sister, and she is also the one who took to car repair the best out of all of us, though her true passion is sewing. I have no doubt she will carry forward the same things we were all raised with, and her daughter will be just as likely to play with a toy dump truck as she will play with dolls.

Get over it. Raise your sons and daughters in equal measure. It's not hard.

cis people will say “I found out I’m having a baby girl at my anatomy scan and I’m experiencing gender disappointment” but be mad when you say “who knows? maybe you’ll end up with a son anyway”

[darkandstormydolls]

Clothes for my fantasy world, part one: fae

(Link to the master post here)

https://www.tumblr.com/darkandstormydolls/758161785033555968/finally-i-can-post-about-a-costuming-project

I don’t have a ton of photos of this outfit (these pictures were taken on the one day it snowed this year along with pictures of three other costumes and this one was last, so I was COLD), so I’ll be doing a lot more talking and describing here

I didn’t think to take a picture without the jacket, but underneath of it there are two other layers: a simple, round-collared, 3/4 sleeved shirt to act as the base layer and then on top of that, a semicircular knitted shawl (mine is a circle folded in half, but it can be just the semicircle) wrapped around tied around the upper body (much like a heart warmer style shawl) which added extra warmth and also some support

The pants are straight-legged and loose-fitting, with a drawstring at the waist. These ones have trim at the hems, since this is more of a fancy outfit, but this isn’t a universal detail. The jacket comes down to a little above the knee and is quilted (this one in a very simple pattern of vertical lines, both because this jacket is made of printed fabric [printed cottons do sometimes show up in the Fae cities, although they aren’t common anywhere else] and also because that’s what I could do on my sewing machine, but elaborate quilted patterns are very common), which is an almost universal feature on Fae jackets, save those made to be worn in the summer. This one closes with frog clasps, which is a common detail on nicer clothes, but ties are also not uncommon. The belt is partially decorative, partially to hold the jacket closed, and partially to be able to hold things or tuck things into. Because the thickness of the quilted material prevents it from being hemmed easily, the edges are all bound instead. It’s actually a rather distinctive feature of fae clothes that seams are almost universally bound flat to protect the raw edges, rather than being felled or overcast, as is standard practice just about everywhere else (you do see seam binding on elven bodices, to house boning, but not really many places besides that). This makes the seams lie extremely flat, which is very helpful in cases like the inseam of pants, where it’s more comfortable just in general but especially when on horseback, and is more practical in dealing with the thick, quilted items of clothing common in fae culture

The one other near-universal item of clothing that is not shown here is the scarf, and that is for the honestly kind of pathetic reason that I just forgot to grab it when taking these pictures. This is a multifunctional item of clothing, seen in thick wool in the winter to help keep the neck and face warm and in stiff cotton or sometimes linen in the summer to shield the face from the sun. It’s worn draped around the neck in a way that allows it to be easily pulled up over the head, much like a hood, although with the added flexibility of being able to be unwound and used as a shawl or for any other need that arises. In absence of pictures with the rest of my costume, I’ll include some pictures of Josefina modeling the same style but in doll scale at the end.

The Fae lands are mostly temperate grasslands, which have fairly long, cold winters but mild summers. Think sort of like the upper Midwest. This means that warm, sturdy clothes come very useful doing the colder parts of the year, and even in the summer it rarely gets hot enough that lightweight jackets are out of the question (you would be shocked by how cool a couple layers of natural fibers can be, especially when it’s not too humid). This outfit is made entirely out of cotton, which is absolutely not implausible; while not grown there, the fae take full advantage of their position at the crossroads of trade routes across the continent, and cotton grown in the elven north (yes it gets warmer as you go north. My world, my rules. It does make sense in context but the context is complicated and involves both history, magic systems, and mythology and I don’t want to get into that when talking about clothes) is in abundant supply, and is the usual material used for shirts, although the most common material used for jackets and pants is wool, which is abundantly available, as sheep are a widely raised animal across fae lands, and wool is one of their major exports. Other evidence of this central position can be seen clearly in other fae clothes as well, from the presence of inkle-woven trims abundant in demon clothes appearing on jackets or as belts, or the appearance of silk cord from the vampire lands in closures or decoration, to daemonic strings of pearls being worn in braided hair

So, as this was the first of my worldbuilding costumes, made back before I was quite the sewist I am now, I obviously have a few things I would change. Namely, I wish I had handsewn the binding on the jacket edges, and most especially I wish I had managed to obtain some wool for the jacket and maybe also the pants, and maybe had tried to do some mind of cool quilted pattern in a contrasting thread, which is a very common thing in fae clothes

[muffinsandpages]

Making a Robe à la française

Because I want to :)

Part I

We all have those dream projects we keep coming back to every now and then. Mine usually change every few months and so get discarded, but reconstructing an historical gown is something that has been living in the back of my mind for years, maybe even before I started sewing.

Ideally, I'd start with something more reasonable, like the Regency period. But I can't help obsessing over 18th century gowns, especially over decorated Robes à la française. I just keep getting back to those.

My mental health is... terrible, to say the least, so I already know that this project is going to take ages for me to complete it. If I manage to complete it at all. But I found that external validation helps, which is why I decided to blog about it.

And so... here goes nothing!

The inspiration

One of the reasons why it took me quite a while to get started was that I didn't really know what I wanted my final result to look like. I have never wanted to make a specific historical reproduction, but you gotta start somewhere.

A couple of years ago (like, more than four) I found these old curtains in my gradma's old house. I I thought they would be perfect a robe, but I still didn't know where to start.

Luckily, mindlessly scrolling intagram isn't always useless (well, it is except for this one instance, but I digress), because I came across this dress on @/katestrasdin's page

After some digging (aka a google image reverse search) I found out the dress is owned by LACMA. Despite being the second image that comes up when you google "Robe a la Polonaise" (via Wikipedia) it's described by the museum as a Woman's Dress and Petticoat (Robe à la Française)" from Spain, circa 1775.

My goal is to make something similar to this, as far as decorations go. The structure should be more "à la Française", so without the draped back à la Polonaise and with a floor lenght skirt. But we'll see.

I'll try to use a patten from Norah Waugh's "The Cut of Women's Clothes" from a 1740-50 Sack Dress.

Since I had no idea how such a pattern worked I started by tracing it on a piece of paper and draping it on a small mannequin, just to have a rough idea of what I was getting myself into. The process gave me flashbacks to the Alexander McQueen paper doll I built in lockdown (if you have a few minutes to a few hours to spare, please check it out here). Nevertheless, I now feel a bit more confident about the whole thing. It can be done

The undergarments (and my plan of action)

This kind of dress needs to be built on the undergarments/understructures. That means they they need to be made before the actual dress. At the same time, making undergarments that are (a) never going to be seen by anyone and (b) pretty difficult to make isn't the most exciting thing in the world.

Weirdly enough, I already made a pair of stays in 2021. They're far from perfect, quite ugly and very much not historically accurate. But the shape is there and they'll do the job, at least for now.

The other most important part are the pocket hoops. It's what I should work on next, but I think I'll actually make a mockup of the dress first, as i want to see how much volume I'll need. Then I'll make the pocket hoops.

Then I'll probably make a mockup of the petticoat to use as an under-petticoat. At this point I should know whether I have enough fabric to make the main petticoat of the same fabric of the dress or not. Then the main petticoat itself and then, hopefully, the dress.

Somewhere in between all of this I should make a shift as well, but it's not vital for the process, so I suspect I'll end up procrastinating it as much as possible

Easy peasy, right?

Right, wish me luck :)

Other stuff

It's not going to be historically accurate. I am starting from historical sources, and I'll try to follow them as much as possible, but in the end I just want to have fun and make a nice dress without too much stress. I will keep the hand stitching to the bare minimum and I'm pretty certain that my fabric is synthetic :)

I'm going to keep it as cheap as possible. Reuse, recycle and r...ice? Idk, you get the idea. I am not invested enough to put hundreds of euros in a project that I'll wear maybe once. And I think that sewing and crafts should be more accessible anyways

Resources

The Cut of Women's Clothes: 1600-1930 by Norah Waugh

Woman's Dress and Petticoat (Robe à la française) (LACMA)

[orleans-jester]

Claudette + Kuzco + Clopin + Piper

Claudette gets Valentines Day - always. It’s her favorite holiday. It used to be her birthday but then she started feeling old, and not exactly wanting to celebrate that, so Valentine’s Day. Bring on the champagne, which she had a taste for better than Clopin’s love of wine. She would bulk order a bunch of candy hearts - the good, fancy kind that have real flavor and aren’t just chalk - and have personalized messages on them. ‘Kuzpin forever’ ‘Kuzette forever’ And of course there were more dirty ones, instructional ones ‘Kiss me’ ‘Suck me’ ‘Fuck me’ Some had memories on them to make them giggle and reminisce. ‘Disney sux’ ‘Walmart rulez’ ‘Paris, u + me’ ‘Today is the greatest’ All shaved everything, hair extensions, make up to try to soften up the very masculine features, and wearing a little (what else?) purple nightgown. Of course some of these hearts will be for Piper, because no one lets Piper be left out. She’ll get her own box of fancy French chocolates, ordered before they left NZ, and their temp maid picking it up. Lots of serenading from Claudette, dancing, living the best life.

Frank + Delta

Although Frank hasn’t been feeling the best, since apparently Delta has been thinking about a lot of his failures and singing Flotsam’s praises (come on, he’s a jealous guy of course he’s going to catch onto all of that, it’s not going to be great), he still slightly celebrates the big love day. He doesn’t do it in a grand way, he’s not much for that. Not is he going to go all lovey dovey, hearts over everything, romance is in the air, serenading like Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You. This is Frank. Who is having doubts because everything is pointing to Delta doing the same. Especially when being friends with Valerie apparently goes hand in hand with insulting him, she only thinks about one while doing the other? What he will do is he will walk through the chaos to where there are still those lingering outside, the stubborn reporters, the foolish, hopeless people hoping that their loved ones will come out. He picks two. Beckons them in. And then he enjoys the simple act of strangling them with his own hands. That’s something that came out through Delta. He only loved receiving pain. Now he didn’t mind giving it, but he saved the more exquisite, creative pain for those that deserved it. Not these .. things. Carved them up. Took out their hearts. So slippery and slimy and red. He left the corpses to either fester or for the feral animals to eat up. Fresh meat. Using careful stitches that Sally had taught him, he sewed the two hearts together to become one. A meaty surprise. Surround it in resin so that it will last longer than a few hours before the stench becomes too horrible. Preserved now. No ribbon or cards, he’ll just give it to Delta during their dinner, kissing the top of her hand.

GoGo + Scout

Of course Valentine’s Day falls on a school day. And though she’s rather caught up in her mechanics, as per usual, and taking care of these human-like dolls and their vampire owner, the lack of boxing girl has been noticed. Scout didn’t really have to say anything. So as a bit of fun, Go-Go comes into school early and sets up a fan in the back of Scout’s locker, that’s attached to the door, and filled it with Fast and the Furious valentines. So that when Scout goes in to try to get her books, whoosh, the valentines are going to come flying out in the breeze, and scatter all over the hallway.

Oogie Boogie + Spade + Barrel

Quality family time, a big batch of candied hearts - real hearts, of course, dipped in sugars to make it oh so sweet and meaty and chewy and crisp. Rather simple this year, but there’s a lot coming up, Oogie can feel it.

Valentin + Nicolai

Valentin starts off the day with jumping on his cousin’s bed. “ITS MY DAYYYYY!” He says, music playing, lots of dancing. Pretty much acting out the True Faith music video up there. Nicolai is used to this, aims a well timed ick at his knees, making him buckle and fall off the bed. He’s going to be like this for the rest of the day. Handing out roses to people who were still at HTT. Unable to pay attention in class. It’s not even his birthday. It’s just Valentine’s Day. He keeps an eye out for CJ though is unsure if he made it through the craziness. Finishes off the night with Kartoshka and Salted Caramel White Russians.

Elsa

Elsa won’t be saying much when Koda goes. She got her rejection email. She was hardly the type to rebuttle it, no meant no. It was a shame. But he was leaving her with memories. She would move out of the hotel, refusing to take up anymore of the Laveaus money on it, and find herself a small studio to stay in for the time being. Ellie was strong willed, she would be going whether Elsa approved of it or not, there was no point in trying to find a bigger place. She’d just - seem to carry on. Settle in. Visit the Laveaus every once in a while, trying to make a point of doing it once a week, even if just for a short while. She even buys Go-Go’s old bike - a standard bicycle, nothing souped up - to get all the way out there. Where is life going, she does not know. But behind those doors, she feels that loss very deeply. The candles left by Koda stay on her table, with reverence.

Ellie + Babyface

Valentine’s Day probably happening on the road. She’s remembering the one the year before. Working, and then being surprised by him bringing over a Care Bear. It was a really cute gesture. Making out in the pantry. She’d be looking at him and smiling a lot, remembering it, bring it up. She’ll try to surprise him at one of their stops by getting him a couple of gifts. Babyface was such a tough guy, or at least he tried to be, she let him keep up the illusion though she knew the softie beneath, so she started with a unicorn that she’d keep on the dashboard of whatever vehicle they managed to get. It reminded her of the prom that they totally crashed. A couple of giant candy bars. AND some weird teriyaki beef jerky sodas.

Maddy + Bastien + Frankie

It’ll be another Valnetine’s Night inside, since there’s not much in the city now - no going out to get dinner, drinks, see a movie, anything like that. But that’s alright, there’s plenty to do inside. Maddy will put Frankie in a cute little Valentine’s Day outfit to start up that cheer. She wasn’t going Reaper this year, though she still had that outfit hanging in a special place, but she did stic with something pretty and black that was sheer but also hid that belly she was still working on getting rid of, did a bit of make up to try to be more sultry and sexy. Feeding her man right, giving him some dances so maybe he could objectify her a little bit, just a touch, and of course, plenty of love, kissing all over, massaging, pampering him.

[anulithots]

in response to @oceaniccourt

Tis all good about the poll!

And as far as the doll goes, they’re made of needlefelting over a wire armature. I’ve recently made a trio of waldorf dolls for my favorite show and tbh…never again(at least not for a little while). Too much sewing for me😅. I’m not that precise with things and typically blank out and come back, then there’s a doll there.

(these are the onlyyy pictureesss i haveeee.. I should really get a phone. I would take so many photos. The world would not be ready.)

ANywho! White core wool over an armature, no idea how I made the head. I think I did a wire hook and built up wool from there. Next time I make a doll I might do a crochet ball on the inside like I did with ANuli. (Because the head turned out more squished horizontally. It just doesn’t look that way because I overdid the hair)

of course, the chrochet ball is part of the reason why fae is so… large. So I’d probably make it smaller. (I just went for it with the both of them aklfkdksfj.)

Then after the white core wool I’ll stab on the skin tone.

Now as far as the hair goes, because this is needlefelting I get to stab the hair straight into the scalp. Cassiah’s hair is made of yarn that I unwove. ANuli’s is pipecleaner that I wrapped in wool…. and got lazier as I went along. So tip on how to attach those! Fold the pipe cleaner in half, then a strip of wool along the middle, stab both sides. I have no idea how but Anuli’s ‘hair’ is strong enough where I either hold faer by the neck or by the hair… fae’s very heavy because of that crhochet ball.

Okay wait as far as the armature I memorized the instructions from here.

(So they might be slightly different but I used this for the most part)

How to Make a Wire Armature of a Person by Sarafina Fiber Art (youtube.com)

then again, next time i might crochet a ball for the head for a better shape. From there I wrap white core wool. After building up the shape I cover it in the skin tone. I made the hair with yarn and stabbed it into the head. I overdid it with this doll… soo… yarn fills up quickly and a little can go a long way😅

From there… clothes! (which I am not that good with adskkdsf)

This is another doll I did afterwards with the same methodology.

(ANd now I’m thinking that perhaps I should record myslef the next time I make a doll…. even I myself do not remember or know how I make these)

(the friend I gifted this too took the photo btw)

So yep! that’s about it! lmk if you have any other questions and I’d be happy to answer + I’m glad you liked the doll + I hope this was coherent <3

Okay so I'm writing a biology story. (very neurotypical of me /sarcasm)

and there are some executive decisions I need help with. HENCE POLLS

First off, name

This one is a caspase-3. Basically, a protein assassin with a case of nihilism and attachment issues.

And the current name I have for them - Cassiah - is... okay but people seem to like it when I smush a bunch of letters together sooo...

The lovely biology taglist: @vamp4ever @bonesbeetle @neurospicy-salsa @sea-dwelling-wizard

lmk if you want to be added or removed!