#as for her outfit……… i do not want to even think about sewing again after that itty bitty sweater i hate it so much genuinely

[aztrosist666]

in immense suffering rn <— can’t remember if the eyes on his bjd were 1 cm or 2 cm and therefore cant order a mold to recreate them bc he’s not at home and cant just re measure them to know what to buy

[beanandberry]

Bunnydoll Headcanons - Jax and Ragatha as parents

Because I want to, and because I want an excuse to write some sugary sweet ideas. 🩵

[Note: this is obviously made up by me and in no way canon, but I wanted to have some fun and you don’t have to agree 🩵]

Both are shocked when Ragatha finds out she’s pregnant. Obviously they didn’t think it was possible, so it takes them a while to come to terms with it. Even Caine has no idea how it happened.

Jax is in major denial at first. He truly doesn’t believe it’s happening until Ragatha starts showing, around three months in. Then it’s like some sort of switch in him flips. He becomes ten times more possessive and protective of her, to the point where he doesn’t want her to leave their room for fear of something happening to her and their babies (yes there are three of them, but they don’t know it yet).

Ragatha argues with Jax constantly about what she can do. He wants her to stay in their room and rest, she wants to be able to move around and do things normally.

Jax almost gets into a fist fight with Caine (aka he tries to beat him up) unless Caine promises to let Ragatha skip their daily adventures. They settle on only having her get involved in the easier ones, or ones that require the least danger or effort.

Ragatha sews lots of little outfits, hats, and mittens in preparation.

Jax literally turns their room into a little burrow. He goes into bunny mode and starts nesting, making the space as warm and comfortable as possible. When Ragatha points this out to him, he tries to deny it to no avail. Ragatha thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever done.

Ragatha can’t go anywhere without Jax being an arm’s reach away. This is especially irritating to Zooble, Pomni and Gangle when they want to spend time with Ragatha alone. Ragatha then has to have a talk with Jax about personal space and remind him that she’ll be fine if he’s not around her 24/7.

Jax holds her so tightly while they sleep, Ragatha can barely move, but she still adores it. He later admits to her that he has trouble sleeping because he’s plagued with thoughts of something happening to her or their babies. He finally admits to her that for once, he feels like he’s done something he can be proud of and he doesn’t want to screw it up or have anything threaten that. She does her best to calm him down with soothing words and plenty of kisses.

When the babies are finally born, there are three of them. Both Ragatha and Jax are in shock. Jax is terrified (now they’re outnumbered) and Ragatha is ecstatic (more to love).

They have one boy (purple) and two girls (copper red). Just born they are more rabbit like, and as they grow they adapt more of Ragatha’s human/doll features as well.

Jax is nervous at first and hesitant to hold them. But once he does, it’s all over for him. They have him wrapped around their tiny fingers and they’re not even a day old yet.

After their babies are born, Ragatha can’t help but notice that the way Jax looks at her has changed slightly. He constantly stares at her like she’s the most amazing person in the world.

Any time anyone else holds one of their babies Jax hovers and is practically breathing down their neck the entire time. Ragatha has to calm him down and remind him that it’s OK if someone else holds the babies and nothing will happen to them.

Gangle and Pomni can’t get enough of the babies. They’re constantly offering to hold them or babysit so Ragatha and Jax can have a break. (Jax tries to refuse them but Ragatha talks him down, again.) Zooble promises that they’ll be more involved when the babies are a bit older, since newborns aren’t really their thing.

Caine surprisingly gives Ragatha and Jax a nice break from the adventures so they can tend to their babies.

Anytime Bubble comes within ten feet of them, Jax pops him.

After Ragatha, their three babies are the only ones who cause Jax to become soft, and he’s okay with that.

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Thanks for reading my silliness! I had fun coming up with these.

[flippinpancakes64]

Hiiii can I request the cullens x reader who dose cosplay but like the reader never told them. Like they come to visit the reader and the readers just in the most extravagant cosplay.

Have a good day

The Cullens with a Cosplayer! Reader

I have never done cosplay, but I have always wanted to. That's just what happens when you have 19 dollars in your bank account I guess. And when you're scared of contacts. And when you can't stand wearing hats or anything on your head. Maybe I'm just not cut out for cosplay.

Anyway

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He already knew

I mean, that's like his whole thing, he knows what everyone is thinking about

He was a little confused when he first saw glimpses of it in your mind, but through your thoughts he was able to understand what it is

He's super supportive tho

The first time he actually gets to see you in cosplay, he is not shocked

He's actually really surprised by the quality of it

Every time you're working on your outfits, all he can hear is you being down on yourself

But either way he is the main guy for this

Bring him to cons, he will protect you

Yes he will wear the wig while you style it

Yes he will spray paint things because you don't want to stain your hands

Yes he will hold your props if your arms get tired

And yes he will help you out of whatever you're wearing if you want him to

The most you can get him to do is a closet cosplay tho

He will not wear a wig and actually go outside

And he's not wearing makeup either

You gotta take what you can get I guess

Alice:

She's a little pissed off

But only because you didn't tell her sooner

She walked in on you because she heard you struggling with one of your zippers

Like this is her specialty why wouldn't you want her help

She helps you make the most mind-blowingly beautiful cosplays

And don't even worry about your hair or makeup ever again she has that covered too

And please take her to cons with you

She wants to cosplay too

She will make you guys the most intricate couples' cosplays ever

You guys have won competitions

It doesn't even matter if she's seen the media that you guys are cosplaying from, she still manages to get all of the details completely accurate

But you have to watch her at cons

She just geeks over everyone else's outfits the whole time

She's prone to wandering off

Not that she's in danger or anything

You'll just lose her

Power couple fr

Jasper:

He's confused

He doesn't remember ever seeing that outfit before

And he doesn't remember your hair looking like that

And he cannot think of a single answer for where you could possibly be going dressed like that

He's not being negative, nor is he upset

He can feel how happy you are

He just needs it to be explained to him

He's still a little confused after you explain it, but it's okay

Ultimate helper though

He just knows that this is something that you like, so he'll support you

He will hold anything you need him to hold, wear anything you need him to wear, and go wherever you want him to go

He doesn't necessarily like going to cons

But you're there so he has a fine enough time

And he likes feeling useful

Rosalie:

She comes from the time when people primarily made their own Halloween costumes

Well, they all did, but that's not relevant rn

So when she walks in on you dressed up in your full cosplay, she just assumes that you're making the finishing touches on your Halloween costume for that year

Even if it's like February or something

After you explain what it is she's just kinda like "oh okay"

Like in the way of she doesn't care

What you do in your free time is your business, and what she does in hers is hers

If this is what makes you happy then go for it

She'll help you out with little things

Holding things for you, fitting things into place if they're too tough for you, minor sewing adjustments

But her big contribution would be animatronics

If you want a pair of mechanical wings that move with your arms, it's done

If you want any little contraption as a prop it is done and fully functional

Rosalie please make me a working ICoffin I beg

Emmett:

"I didn't know it was Halloween... wait, it's not Halloween"

My guy is perplexed

He has no clue what you're doing

And even after you explain it he's still confused

Cannot grasp the concept of dressing up as a character you really like outside of Halloween

But he's the kind of guy to not understand something but still accept it

Like hell yeah you do your thing

Ultimate scary dog privileges

Like people usually don't come up to you to ask for a picture at cons because Emmett scares people away from just being there

Especially if you're wearing something that has a weapon as a prop and you have him hold it

He likes holding the weapons props

You can convince him to get in a cosplay

But it has to be something sexy, that's what he wants

He wants to be Pyramid Head

He wants to be Wolverine

You know what I mean?

Like, he wants to be a ripped guy

And yeah you could do a matching cosplay, but he wouldn't get it so just do whatever you want

He's okay with a spiderman costume from Party City tbh

Esme:

She's confused

No clue what you could be doing tbh

She likes it though

She thinks it's super cool

She knows how to sew and do basic stuff, but she's never really picked it up as a hobby or anything

She's more than willing to help with anything you need

She will model anything you need her to

She will wear every wig, every prop piece, every clothing article, anything

Wouldn't really enjoy cons

Idk

I just feel like she'd get overstimulated at everything that's going on

She'll go with you to one or two of them, but not all

Don't worry though she would be nearby

If y'all had to travel to go to a con she'd go with and go like shopping or smthn while you're at the con

Carlisle:

Yeah he's confused

I don't think even in the modern era he would be on technology that often

So he doesn't know who you're supposed to be, what you're doing, or why you seem so ashamed that he "caught" you

He honestly could care less what you do

If this makes you happy then who is he to judge

All of his money is yours

Use it all he doesn't care

He's also more than willing to help you with anything you need

And he will go with you to every con

All of the people love him too

He's so kind and inquisitive

He goes up to everybody at the cons and asks them who they are, if they made their outfit, how long it took them, etc.

It also helps that anytime someone has a medical emergency he is there and willing to help

You know those shirts that are like "Con Dad" or "Con Mom"

You get him one that says "Con Doctor"

Vampire! Bella:

She knows what cosplay is

I think I'd be more shocked if she didn't

But that's not the first thing that immediately comes to mind when she vaults through your bedroom window and you're dressed like someone from the 1800s

She's just kinda like "...am I intruding or?"

You're gonna need to show her what cosplay is actually like

Cause right now she has that stereotypical image in her mind of a neck beard anime obsessed redditor

She helps you make all of your stuff

Even if she says the whole time that this is cringe and whatever

But the first time you take her to a con that changes

She sees all of the cosplays that are super intricate and advanced and she's just shocked

She's like "people really made this stuff????"

So yeah now she wants to go every time to see all the cool stuff

[gmanwhore]

The inhabitants of Sunshine Terrace/Apartment Block 5598: Personal notes by The dOOrman! You know. The doorman. Of Sunshine Terrace.

Roman Stilinsky: Pleasant. Like no real stuff for him. We rarely ever talk. I mean, like. We talk enough for me to know him I guess? He hates the taste of black tea and he likes jazz. That’s all I really know. 

Lois Stilinsky: She’s a bit of a gossip, and is probably the best at makeup in the whole apartment! She’s not a huge fan of having to keep her looks the same all the time. She loves the smell of grapefruit and her favorite perfume smells like it. 

Robertsky Peachman: He doesn’t talk much! He’s not stupid like some people think, he’s just like that. He’s a hard worker and I can respect that. He can’t stand loud noises.

Albertsky Peachman: He can be just a bit rude, but it’s ok. It’s not often. He just wants to get home. I just don’t think he likes people all that much. He always shuts the door to the front lobby behind him even if it closes on its own. 

Angus Ciprianni: I don’t have mush to say anything but he is so fake. He also throws a lot of parties to literally everyone’s annoyance. Especially me! His shoelaces are fake, he can’t tie them and he hates birds. 

Selenne and Elenois Sverchtz: They are the faces of the “sameness is beauty” movement, a new trend encouraging people to stick to particular outfits and looks and not change them. As twins they were deemed the perfect candidates for this. They are a bit uncanny as they do in fact. Just act like the same person just reflected in a mirror. They also have cats. Two. They are twins. They are pleasant to be around, but tend to leave other people out of their inside jokes. One of their jokes is laughing at palimdromes. 

Arnold Schmicht: He used to be a horror writer before. Ten years ago. He is not trying horror writer anymore, he tends towards more domestic pieces generally inspired by our neighbours. I’ve read a few of his books, both old and recent. I find his new pieces also have a certain sense of dread built into them, like he wants so desperately to explore those darer topics again. You also wouldn’t clock him as a horror writer! He loves jokes, and is a very bright, talkative man. He’s also just great to hang out with. He loves being asked about his latest project, and he likes eating lemons like oranges. 

Gloria Schmict: She isn’t as done with everything as she looks! She’s just usually really tired after a long day of helping people at the bank. She has quite the dry sense of humour, but that doesn’t mean she’s not fun to talk to! She’s one of the most observant of my neighbours, which also makes her slightly paranoid. I definitely get it, though. We have a sort of solidarity I think. She’s afraid of spiders, but she likes snakes. Her favorite colour is yellow. 

Izaack Gauss: Despite his general air, he’s actually really easy to talk to. While I’m not close with him at all I get why people like him. He swears by using Gerome’s Hair Gel, it’s the only brand he uses. He also can’t stand the taste of mint unless it’s mixed in with something. 

Margarette Bubbles: Her favorite things to sew are dresses, and she actually specialises in bridesmaid’s dresses though she does do general repairs for people. She always has her bag of sewing materials on hand, and has a great eye for colour. She actually can’t really see out of her lazy eye, though she has horrible depth perception because of it. She’s a gossip QUEEN and knows quite a bit. Her house is really comfortable, and she has a lot of hand-sewn dog stuffed animals there since she loves dogs but can’t have them. She has a bias for St. Brenards. She makes the BEST turnovers I have ever eaten and she refuses to tell me her secret to them. Her favorite colours are burnt orange and royal purple, and she loves the smell of pine. 

Nacha Mikaelys: She almost always has something sticking out her hair, things just get tangled there! She says she’s been meaning to cut her hair for a while but she’s worried about getting mistaken for a doppleganger so she’s waiting until we have to get new ids. She’s really loud, but in a good way! She wears jewlery usually, she says she has a little bag for her earrings and bracelets for when she’s cooking. She owns a chef hat for home but doesn’t wear one at work. She collects her daughter’s broken slinkies and keeps them in her purse and she has a locket she refuses to tall me what’s in. She loves banana bread and her favorite animals are pigeons. She also has lovespoons hanging up in her apartment!

Anastacha Mikaelys: She doesn’t really like people, she gets overwhelmed easily in social situations so she avoids them. She likes slinkies, and the smell of normal household soap. She actually has a huge slinky collection, but she only lets you see them or play with them if she trusts you. She wants a hamster, and Nacha told me not to tell her but Nacha is saving up to suprise her. 

Mia Stone: She doesn’t believe fully in the dopplegangers and can be quite rude when coming through! She almost always “forgets” to tell me when she leaves so I can’t add her to my list. She is curt and to the point when she talks, and tends to overexplain things. Then again she works with small kids so I can let that slide. She knows how to tango. 

Dr. W.  Afton: He also thinks having a doorman is stupid, but he’s a bit ruder. He doesn’t really say hello to me and tends to turn his whole body to the door when I say he’s cleared to go. I think he doesn’t like the wait. His favorite colour is olive green. 

Francis Mosses: He isn’t all that interesting. He doesn’t hate his job, but he doesn’t like it. He jokes about just sleeping in his car a lot, and sometimes he just. Randomly breaks into scared ranting about our situation. He tends to stay alone, and when I went over to his house once it was. Kinda depressing, it didn’t feel like he actually lived there at all. He likes ribbons and collects them off the street, and he says his favorite colour is scarlet. 

Steven Rudboys: He’s much less serious than he comes off. He speaks quietly and mumbles a lot, but he gets loud when he’s excited. He has a passion for the history of planes, but not really of flying. He only really became a pilot because he struggles with doing matinence on the planes. He likes puns, and when he realizes he has an in he lights up a bit. He likes cats and birds, and he’s really good at making a duck call. 

Mclooy Rudboys: He called me “sweetheart” once and I tried blowing him up with my mind. He makes jokes about his son possibly not being his??? He’s divorced at least three times and told me “he’s lost count” and apparently he fought in World War 2 and retired from being a pilot after that. He likes eagles and only smokes cigars. 

Alf Cappuccin: He’s sort of hard of hearing and tends to not like. Understand what I’m saying so I have to use cards so he gets what I’m saying. He’s a few years younger than McClooy. He likes his porridge with brown sugar and raspberries and he likes the smell of brown paper bags. 

Rafttellyn Cappuccin: Rafttellyn tends to be quite nervous and timid, she doesn’t really talk much. She has the highest voice by far. She dyes her hair, it’s actually grey but she gets a bit nervous about it. She loves apples and always has them in a wooden bowl on her table. Her perfume smells like old roses.

[arc852]

A Sewn Surprise

Summary: Grian and Joel try to teach themselves how to sew, in order to surprise Jimmy with some new clothes. But it isn't going well.

Word Count: 1716

AO3 Link

Yay! A new fic! I'm sorry it's been a couple of weeks but I'm finally writing again, so hopefully there will be more fics posted soon. Oh, and this is my first time writing Cleo, so hopefully she is in character!

I hope you guys enjoy!

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 “Ow!”

 Grian looked over just in time to see Joel stick his finger in his mouth, a frustrated look on his face. “You okay?” Grian asked, though he was only half asking about the prick Joel got.

 “No, I’m not okay. This is stupid! What were we even thinking?” Joel put his head in his hands and let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

 “We were thinking it would be nice to make Jimmy some new clothes.” Grian said and then let out his own sigh, more defeated than frustrated. “But you’re right, this is going nowhere.”

 They had been at it for three days now, trying to learn and sew Jimmy some new clothes. Ever since he had moved in fully, it was easier to notice the fact that Jimmy only had two outfits. One regular and one specifically made for borrowing, apparently. Though, since Jimmy didn’t borrow anymore, he wore the other pair of clothes more often.

 Still though, only having two pairs of clothes was…kind of sad. It was impressive, for sure, that Jimmy had made the clothes himself but when they had asked him why he hadn’t made more, Jimmy had said he hadn’t had enough supplies. But then continued and reassured them he didn’t need much more than that anyway.

 Grian and Joel, however, begged to differ. So outside of their dorm, where Jimmy couldn’t overhear them, they talked about looking into getting Jimmy some new clothes. Of course, they knew they couldn’t just buy them, doll clothing was stiff and way bigger than Jimmy anyway. But maybe, they could make him some themselves.

 And that’s what led them here, in the sewing club's room. They had graciously allowed them to work on their little project and even use their supplies. But sitting down with a laptop open to a tutorial and trying to figure it all out was not working out for them.

 It had been three days, and they were nowhere close to even a single item of clothing.

 “It’s been days. Sooner or later, Jimmy is gonna get suspicious.” Joel said, lifting his head away from his hands. He stared at the mess of fabrics, needles, and threads and glared at them.

 “We might have to ditch the surprise part of all of this.” Grian suggested as he put his own needle and thread down. It was just so hard to make stitches that small, and that was with previous experience with sewing. For Grian and Joel, who had absolutely no experience, it was next to impossible.

 As they were stewing in their own defeat, someone walked into the room. Grian and Joel barely paid attention, people were walking in and out of here all the time after all. What did catch their attention though, was a sudden familiar voice. “What are you two doing here?”

 Grian and Joel looked up to be met with Cleo, a good friend of theirs. She was looking at them with a surprised look, which was fair. Neither of them had ever brought up wanting to sew before. This was also bad though because, well, what were they supposed to say? They were trying to make tiny clothes for their borrower friend Jimmy? Yeah, no, that would be bad.

 “We’re uh…trying to learn how to sew?” Grian said though it came off more as a question. Which only deepened Cleo’s confusion. 

 “Sew…what, exactly?” Cleo asked, looking over them and at the table to see the mess of tiny fabrics and even tinier stitches. Grian and Joel looked at each other, slightly panicking.

 “Uh, doll clothes!” Joel suddenly exclaimed, laughing nervously. “For Grian’s cousin!”

 Cleo blinked and looked between the two of them. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “You two are making doll clothes for Grian’s cousin? Why not just buy them some?”

 “My cousin is…very particular about it?” Grian chimed in, going along with what Joel had said. Though, once again, his sentence came out more as a question.

 Cleo continued to look at the two of them, not seemingly convinced. Thankfully though, she changed the subject, walking along the table to its side and picking up one of the fabric pieces. “Well, this is definitely not where you should be starting if you’re just now trying to learn how to sew.”

 Joel sighed, once again putting his head in his hands. “Yeah, we’ve kind of figured that out already.”

 Cleo hummed, brushing her thumb against the fabric. “Do the two of you care if you're actually the ones to make them or were you just trying to do it yourselves because of your cousin’s ‘particular’ taste?” Cleo asked.

 Grian blinked, a bit surprised by the question. “Uh, well, I guess the second? We would have bought them if anyone made them.”

 Cleo nodded and put the piece of fabric down, moving her hands to rest on her hips. “Well, then the two of you are in luck. I happen to have an opening and I’m sure I can squeeze in making a few clothes for your cousin’s dolls.”

 Grian and Joel’s eyes widened and they both stood up in surprise. “Wait, seriously?” Grian asked.

 “Of course.” Cleo said with a smile. “Just leave it to me.”

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   It was only a day later that Grian and Joel heard a knock at their door. Jimmy ducked behind the lamp on Joel’s nightstand as Grian stood up to answer the door. When he saw that it was Cleo, Joel joined him and they stepped outside for a moment. Cleo gave them a slightly confused look at not being invited in but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, presenting them with a neat handful of folded up outfits.

 “It was a bit tricky but I managed.” Cleo said as Grian took the clothes from her hands. There were three in total. Grian’s thumb brushed over the tiny jeans, in awe at how real they felt. Joel leaned in to try and get a good look himself.

 “Cleo, these are amazing.” Joel said, grabbing one of the shirts and studying it more closely. “It’s like you took regular clothes and shrunk them down.”

 Cleo chuckled. “Well, that is basically what you asked for.”

 Grian looked up and away from the tiny outfits in order to look at Cleo. “How much do we owe you?”

 “Aww, you two don’t owe me anything. Consider it a friend discount.” Cleo said. As Grian and Joel started to argue against not paying her, she held her hands up, stopping them. “I’m the one who offered, so I don’t want to be paid. This time. Now in the future if you happen to need any more outfits, then we’ll talk.” She said with a chuckle.

 Grian nodded. “Absolutely. We’ll definitely be coming back to you for some more.”

 Joel grinned. “Yeah, Jimmy is going to love these.”

 Cleo tilted her head, a smile still present. “Jimmy?”

 Both Grian and Joel froze and looked at each other. Joel looked a lot more panicked though and so Grian was the one who spoke. “My cousin! Jimmy, he’s my cousin.”

 “Hmm, right.” Cleo said, arms crossed with her smile never leaving. For some reason, she still didn’t seem fully convinced. But she moved along, which Grian and Joel sighed in relief at. “Well, I really do hope he likes them. Feel free to come to me if I need to make any adjustments.”

 “Thank you Cleo, really. You’re amazing.” Joel said, after having calmed down from his slip-up.

 “I know.” Cleo said and then turned and left, waving goodbye as she did so. Grian and Joel nodded at each other, grinning.

 “Ready to show Jimmy?” Grian asked.

 “Let’s do it.” Joel said as he handed the shirt he had picked up back to Grian. Grian put his hands together, covering the small outfits as they headed back inside.

 As they closed the door behind them, Jimmy popped his head around the lamp, only fully coming out once he realized it was just Grian and Joel coming back into the room. “Who was that?” Jimmy asked, looking behind them at the door.

 “Just our friend Cleo.” Grian answered. “She stopped by to drop something off.”

 Jimmy blinked in confusion, only because it didn’t appear as though either of them were holding anything. “What did she drop off?”

 Grian and Joel glanced at each other with a grin before Grian knelt down and moved his cupped hands in front of Jimmy. “We’ve got a surprise for you.” And that was all the warning Jimmy got before Grian opened his hand.

 Jimmy came closer and looked to see what Grian was holding, only for his eyes to widen in shock. Jimmy could barely believe it. He slowly reached down and grabbed a shirt, looking and rubbing at the texture. If possible, his eyes widened even more, realizing that not only were these tiny clothes the perfect size for him but they felt exactly like Grian and Joel’s clothes. Soft and comfortable and warm.

 “We tried making them ourselves at first.” Joel’s voice cut through and Jimmy looked up. “But learning to sew is harder than it looks. So then Cleo offered to make them.”

 “But don’t worry.” Grian chimed in before Jimmy could overthink anything. “She just thinks she was making custom doll clothes for my cousin.”

 Jimmy laughed at the same time he could feel some tears start to gather in his eyes. “Do you even have a cousin?” He asked as he wiped away the tears.

 Grian smiled softly. “No, but Cleo doesn’t know that.”

 Jimmy held the shirt close to him. This was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. “Thank you. This is…this is amazing.”

 Joel’s smile was also soft as he reached down and gently brushed his fingertips over Jimmy’s back, cupping his hand around him but not grabbing him. Just offering comfort. “Of course. We wanted to do this for you. You deserve to have more than two pairs of clothes.”

 “Yeah. And we’re glad you like them.” Grian said.

 “I love them.” Jimmy corrected and then started looking at the other articles of clothing, feeling them and holding them up to himself. Grian and Joel just watched, happy their surprise had been a big hit.

[bilehwit]

Just read your Bilehwit Au on Ao3 and was greetes by the amazing ref for the lamb here on tumblr!

And yes i absolutely love it when people explain clothing choices in character design especially since you wrote Lamb culture is based on the Old English pls do ramble 🙏

Well hello!! This my first ask from someone I've never met before, so I'll ask you to please be patient with my wild trails of thought.

This will be a long one, but I'll focus on two main outfits - the daily wear and the ritual outfit, as they have the most symbolism.

The easiest one is obviously the leaf outfit - cute, I love it so much!

The leaf was chosen for its symbolism in English mythology. The tree itself is well beloved as a symbol of strength and a symbol of fertility - acorns are often depicted as lucky, and an oak full of acorns is a good sign of fertility!

I also chose oak because I think they're very beautiful trees - they can live for up to 1,000 years, and they can grow to 30 meters wide in their leaves. That's amazing to me. They also smell nice, and I remember climbing them when I was little, so it's nice to share the oak with my lambsona.

Next, let's talk about the sacrifice outfit - it's oddly bridal, no?

Well it's intended to be!

The use of white/silver to denote Purity is an old concept, but white wedding dresses in England were only truly popularised after Queen Victoria wore the colour to her wedding - previously a mourning shade.

I chose silver satin as the fabric, and a simple design, as I wanted a bridal look but also something that felt sleek and pure. Bilehwit is a virgin (virgin sacrifice in all ways) and it's a cruel trick to play.

Also, Shamura in my fic struggles to see/differentiate between objects, so having an all white lamb made it easier for them to stay focused.

So while this outfit feels bridal to us, the symbolism in fic is more that it was easier than dying fabric, just raw spider thread spun into a dress.

Shamura did make the veil themself, though, for reasons you will see later ;3

Now, we get to the heavy hitters! First up, the daily outfit.

Now, Anglo-Saxons were all about those layers! So this outfit actually has more layers than you'd even think.

Under the base dress is a thin cotton chemise, or under dress, made to soak up the oils of the skin and sweat, changed most often. Bilehwit would use these as pyjamas in the summer months, too, to keep cool while covered and decent.

The next layer is the linen, with the thin dark band. This would be a slightly tighter layer to the body, and would be long sleeved to offer protection from the sun and the cold. Linen would be the lighter colours, as they'd be protected more, and linen was used as a middling layer to hold heat in winter. Air would be trapped between layers and keep people warm, and also it protected them from any scratchy wool. The woven ribbon at the bottom is decorative.

The next layer is my favourite. This is the red layer, the thicker dress, made often from wool or from linen again. This is made from wool, using a technique called naalbinding, which is what the Anglo-Saxons would have used, as they didn't knit like is common today.

Anglo-Saxon embroidery and weaving was actually really well known in Europe for its fine work and was gifted to Emissaries and Kings. The weaving and sewing business in England went hard as hell, and it's where most people would be employed for personal use or as gifts.

The embroidery of flowers on the cuffs of the red dress, as well as the colar, are those of Achillea millefolium, or 'Red Velvet', flowers. These tiny buds are native to Europe, western Asia and North America, and are small blooms that self seed and explode into colour. I chose them after seeing the flowers on a sketch, and decided that I had to include them.

Red in flower language is always to do with romance and passion. I wanted Bilehwit to show that desire, as they are a hopeless romantic at heart, and they also just feel a deep-seated loneliness that they want filled. The red flowers are the only flowers they've ever been given, and they've spent hours tracing the embroidery threads and staring silently at the sky.

The final apron layer is just that - an apron. It's a thin, boxy piece of fabric that is played on top to ensure the front of the dress stays somewhat clean, and there is a secret pocket behind it that they store honey-sweets in for children (and themself). Just a length of plain cut cloth!

Tied together with a woven belt, this outfit is my second favourite - I love every detail, and when I can talk in fic about it, I will spend thousands of words trying to detail what it means to me, and probably failing.

The final outfit now, one that definitely won't be seen in fic for a good long while - the Fancy/Ritual set.

Look at ittttt ahahahahagahqabqgagagquipqguqugjv

Okay, keysmash over, serious time!

Now, this outfit is interesting, because not only does it have embroidery and styles of old English culture, it also has mixes of Indian influence too!

"Well, that's random to add," I hear you murmur, and you're right. Why would I add that?

Well, because originally I was going to make Narinder have a more Egyptian vibe! I thought; ah, perfect, he'd do great as a Sphynx cat, the Egyptians loved those cats.

See, as it turns out, Narinder is actually a Sanskrit/Hindu name. It's a form of the name Narendra, a masculine name that means "Lord of Men". It's a very formal name, and one I immediately knew I had to switch things around for.

Following this, I was also able to determine the domains and cultures of each other Bishop, by tracing back names and meanings! That's a whole other post I fear.

Back to the dress!

The outline is far more recent than Old English, medieval style dresses, and that's because, uh... I wanted it. (This one is not very historically accurate. Forgive me.)

I wanted a mix of English style embroidery and Indian embroidery styles. Will come back and edit in which style I went with specifically, but I wanted the ritual set to be a touch more dedicated to Narinder, with darker colours, and more Indian fusion embroidery.

The black is velvet, the red is silk, and the white is linen - why? Again, it looks cool.

I can't lie, I have very little explanation for this besides the fact it looks bangin'.

But yes!! That's all my explanations at this current point in time for outfits! However, if you have any further questions, please ask away, and I will happily detail everything and anything about my AU and fic! Thank you for joining me on my rambling!

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

It's time for the fiend! Spoilers of course

For one, Syo here actually breaks the formula I have with these designs, Syo not really working or going out most of the time unless she's heavily disguised. However, I tried my best to ensure she was given some love! So, for her "casual" attire, it's rather simple looking. It's got some LORE though with Syo trying to reform from her murdering days and Komaru helping out in making this outfit! Most of the materials are just thrifted such as the boots with the rest being slightly modified. It holds up rather poorly and has it's flaws. However, Syo seems to like it. Toko, not so much. Toko finds it ugly, no matter how much Komaru tries to give her the puppy eyes, asking for Toko to give it a chance. I also want to take note the bracelet she has on as well as the hat. I thought it would also be cute if Komaru made her a little friendship bracelet. Toko also has one but she finds it childish to just be wearing it out an about (she's not really into much jewelry anyway). Thus, Toko just keeps it on her nightstand. Syo, however, fears nothing and has no shame. Speaking of which, the hat. I was a little lazy with the details but it is indeed one of those "Woman love me, Fish fear me" hats. Syo did the embroidery on it (Syo being oddly good with crochet and sewing) and Toko despises. And, the worst part is that Syo did an amazing job on it which makes Toko hate it even more whenever she ends up in it after Syo finishes fronting. Toko's at least a bit grateful though that Syo doesn't go out that much. Toko is already mortified waking up in the outfit. It'd be way worse to be waking up in one of the ugliest garments present in the apartment while in public. As for Syo's "work" attire, it's just Toko's attire for work with slight Syoifications (Jackifications?) made with the zipper being undone revealing a little pouch she has on, and sleaves rolled up. She even has Toko's purse worn slightly different as well! Thought it would be cute to do! Also, for the pouch, Her iconic scissors are absent, being held deep in a vault somewhere with Byakuya as a safety precaution. Syo doesn't mind too much though. For one, she knows they're safe even though she likes to joke that Byakuya's doing unspeakable things with them which he just sighs at. Additionally she's not planning on murdering anyone anymore as I feel she holds pride in her killing SPECIFICALLY with those scissors. So, she wouldn't be using any random pair. But also, her being reformed and all. Besides, the scissors being held in the care of Byakuya it's not because of the potential of Syo starting all over again with the murders anyway. It's more about the potential of the whole "Toko is Genocider Syo and is a serial killer" thing coming out and as a way of showing that Byakuya does care for Toko, aloofness or not. I like to headcanon that, though footage of the Killing game were indeed broadcasted, for one, the Future Foundation were the main people to see it. Additionally, the average civilian would probably not a bit too busy trying to save their own lives than to be keeping up with the news regarding the Ultimate's in Hopes Peak. Not saying that some of that info wouldn't be able to get out. Some of it certainly could have and added to the despair and all. As to regards on where the footage is held, it's with Future Foundation in partner with Byakuya. Perhaps a bit of Kyoko their too and a bit of Makoto as well though I feel all the survivors pitched in on having the say on what to do with it. After all, it IS the recording of all their Hopes Peak trauma, though I don't think they'd want to destroy it oddly enough. This concept of course has room to change but these are the main thoughts Plus, it's fun to think about as, with Syo in the picture in this AU, the concept of whether the people know or don't know about the whole "notorious serial killer Genocider Syo is sorta just an alter of Toko Fukawa" is something that has to be addressed to SOME extent .

For her physical build, it's just Toko's. What really changes is the undergarments anyway. Though they are not colored her, they are very much bright red, very garish. All of her undergarments are which contrasts with Toko's more frilly and pretty undergarments. One other bit to mention is Syo's hair! It's nothing too crazy, just Toko's hair out of the pony tail and ruffled to high hell! Syo makes it work though.

That's Syo done! Hope I did her justice! Tried my best ;-; (1) | (6)

[revelations-persona]

fucked up my hand in the middle of sewing so i won't be able to make progress in a while :') but while i'm here i might as well show what i got done so far. made everything but the tie :3

long ramblings about the process so far below

started working on all this for a bit over month. been alternating between maya and jun's outfits but ultimately switched focus to maya because her stuff was more complex.

this post is mostly about maya but here's the only interesting part of jun's stuff rn

i don't like the stitching on the roman numeral either but who will look. my eyes are Up Here. might paint over the thread so it doesn't stick out as much but who knows. also kind of off topic, it threw me off so bad that jun is a third year but in official art he's always shown with the two on his collar?? had to do some digging to make sure i wasn't crazy for thinking he was a senior.

the rest of his jacket is currently like a very basic looking cardigan with raw edges everywhere, nothing worth showing off rn. i think i'll continue working on it now that i can only work one-handed for the time being since the machine does most of the heavy lifting. as for the pants, i thrifted a pair several months ago. it's actually the reason i wanted to cosplay him lol, the pants were just the perfect color.

side note, my machine is Mischievous and simply refuses to sew down several layers at a time, or even just my beige fabric for some reason. so everything beige is sewn entirely by hand. maybe that's why i got carpal tunnel lol

here's what the sleeves look like on both sides and also on the inside

tbh i never realized it until i looked at her design more closely but she has like these little squares on half of her sleeves, so i tried to recreate that. it's basically just two rectangles sewn together but one of the rectangles is made up of other, smaller rectangles. nothing crazy. however, sewing the trim and elastic to it suckedddd. generally to sew elastic or stretchy fabric, you have to use a zigzag stitch (which looks exactly as you'd imagine). the easiest way to do that is by machine, except i couldn't because of the problems i just described and also the opening is too small for me to properly put it under the machine anyway. i never want to do a zigzag stitch by hand ever again. especially not with having to push through like six layers of fabric like no ty </3

now the corset

side by side of how a half of it looks on the outside vs the inside. both cups on the inside are labeled left and right respectively, in case i forget which boob goes where. currently the trim is just pinned on until i recover and can properly sew it down. i'll also have to figure out how to get the two zippers and the little rectangle that goes at the bottom on it too. the zippers for sure i'll have to cut down bc they're too long (they were the smallest ones the store had :/)

i found a pattern for it and it was easy enough to follow, just took longer than i wanted it to because i had to do it by hand. i also modified the pattern a bit to have it zip up at the front bc by default it closes at the back. had to adjust it twice so it would stop slipping off from being loose (size chart was weird). that little triangle was the result of me trying to ease the transition from the cups to the back of the corset after making the adjustments. it's not very noticeable when i have it on bc that's where my arms rest lol.

you might also be looking at the weird looking foam like why's it look like that. and you're right!

this is leftover from when foam was installed in the ceiling by the landlord to reduce noise from upstairs neighbors! like ten years ago! and she just left it here!! there's a lot more of it not pictured, that's just the amount i used. so kind. had to cut the triangles off and trim some of the thickness off, but thanks to her, i'm gonna have the quietest boobs at the con :)

and the hearts

they're right here :3 i still haven't attached them yet.

the trim is just black fabric cut into 5cm by 1.5m strips attached to other strips to make a super long strip i fold into 2cm pleats and cut as i go to fit the things i need to put it on. the stitching looks messy bc i have to in several times on the machine and only sometimes does my machine want to sew down more than two layers. i bought a yard of the black but i might unfortunately need more? i will cross that bridge when i get there.

the brown zip up undershirt thing i just modified an existing pattern i found online so that the sleeves were longer, it zips instead of buttoning up, and making it cropped. the collar is just that comically large so i suggest adjusting that if you also plan on using this pattern and don't like the collar size.

the skirt is a simple a-line skirt made a few inches wider so after sewing it and it's properly shaped like a skirt, i can go over and fold two sides together for that pleat in the middle of the skirt. i went in by hand to sew the inside of the folds to the fabric behind them so that the pleat stays in place. then i cut a strip of elastic to a few inches less than my waist measurement, sewed the ends down to form a circle, folded the top of the skirt over it twice, and then sewed it down and boom waistband. looks kinda weird all bunched up when it's not being worn, but i didn't really care about making it too pretty. you only really see the bottom part of it lol

i also made legwarmers to wear with the outfit because i refuse to spend money on shoes i will never wear outside of cosplay. they're literally just tubes made of a singular rectangle each with elastic on one of the ends, easiest thing ever. i think those boots fit well enough with the overall vibe so i'll wear them with the outfit.

the beige skirt thing she has i cut out already but really didn't do anything with yet so i have nothing to show for it rn lol

oh also. the brown, black, pink, and teal fabrics are broadcloth, the beige is peachskin, and the white fabric and little things on the front of jun's collar are gabardine (leftover from lisa and elly's uniforms).

if anyone has any questions i'd be down to answer them :3

[triscribe]

The Magic Trousers

(So I'm trying to come up with something to submit for a magazine's flash fiction competition, and while I don't think this is going to be it, I don't want to just lose it in my folders either. Hope you guys enjoy)

The third time her little brother turned up with blood on his face, Alene decided she needed to do something about it.

Not that Elber ever came out and said, but she knew good and well who bloodied his nose, who split his lip. Less than twenty kids lived in their village, but even out of a hundred, two hundred, a thousand, she’d have no trouble knowing who did it.

“I'm fine,” Elber tried to protest, when she sat him down and cleaned him up. “You don’t have to-”

“I do have to,” huffed Alene. “Just you and me now, and old Nana, but she’s too blind to do this anyhow. So hush up and sit still.”

She tended to her brother, warm water and a soft cloth and a dab of salve to speed along his healing. Then Alene sat him down next to her, and made the boy hold a ball of rough yarn as she pulled from it. Back and forth, across their mother’s old loom. Back and forth, click-clack, back and forth.

And she told Elber, “You know there used to be witches in our family?” Her brother’s eyes went wide. “Good witches, who cast their spells on tyrants and bullies, taught them harsh lessons so they’d leave the smallfolk who lived under them alone. Once, there was a witch who went to a king’s castle, pulling an empty cart like it was full and heavy. And she told everyone along the way, whether they asked or not, that she’d brought a gift: magic cloth made on a magic loom, enchanted so only wise and worldly people could see it.”

“...what’s ‘worldly’ mean?”

“Means you know what’s what,” Alene explained. “And nobody she told wanted to admit they didn’t, so instead they all went ‘oh, of course, what lovely cloth’. All the way through the castle, and to the king, who didn’t want anyone thinking he was stupid either, so he agreed to pay the witch to turn the magic cloth into robes for him to wear.”

Elber’s eyes got even wider. “But- there wasn’t any cloth?”

“Not a single thread. Speaking of, I’m almost done with this, go get me Momma’s old sewing kit.”

She finished telling her brother the story while putting her lengths of fabric together, skipping more stitches than not. About how the witch put on a great show, going through the motions and chanting in a strange tongue, until she announced the robes were ready, lighter than air and softer than a cloud. The king immediately put on his new outfit to show off, going up and down his whole castle, then out of it entirely to parade through the nearest village. But only the castle folk knew what the witch said about her magic cloth - the villagers didn’t. They saw the king prancing about in his small clothes, and one by one everybody started laughing, more and more until you could hear sound for miles around. The king tried to wave it off, tried to insist not a one of them was wise enough to see his wonderful magic robes.

But he still went back to his castle awfully embarrassed.

By the end of her story, Alene held up a pair of simple, homespun trousers, nothing odd to be seen. That night, after the whole village went to sleep, she stole out of her family’s home and over to another house, switching the trousers with another pair, not a soul aware of what she’d done.

Well. None besides Elber. And the next morning, when the blacksmith’s son promised to punch him in the face again, Alene’s little brother did exactly as she’d told him: he pointed at the bigger boy and yelled that the Old Magic punished bullies for their crimes, along with a few made-up words for good measure.

All the other kids jeered. And the blacksmith’s son did what he always did: he picked up one foot to brace against the nearest wall, posing like a hero out of a storybook.

And his trousers promptly came apart at the seams.

Alene, walking by with her market basket as laughter erupted, hid a smirk all the way home.

[welldonebeca]

It's a Bad Idea, right? (19)

WC: 2k words Warnings: Tension. Fluff. Proposals.

"Stop moving," Betty grumbled, her fingers deftly working to place the pin in the perfect spot.

Wanda wanted to wear a new skirt and it was gorgeous, shiny, sexy… and a little bit too big.

Vision – yes, that was his nickname and it was weird - had texted her after Steffan said goodnight and left to go home, when Wanda was in the shower.

Betty already knew this wasn’t a common double-date, but his text was what set it in stone for her. He was going to propose. Which was why Betty was trying to be the best best friend she could be tonight.

She took Wanda to get her nails done, helped her pick out her outfit and pretended to be excited about it being the first time they were having a double date since becoming friends.

That was how little Betty dated, yes.

“Maybe I should wear something else,” Wanda pondered.

Vision had given her that skirt. It was poetic that she wore it.

“Bullshit,” she finished pining it. “I can fix this in five minutes.”

Betty unzipped her skirt and pulled it down carefully, moving to her sewing machine.

"Go do your makeup," she shooed Wanda away. "I'll be done by the time you're back."

Wanda walked off and Betty was quick to get to the sewing. She’d finished a full dress in two hours once, this wasn’t hard.

She really missed working with sewing, waiting tables wasn’t her dream.

When Wanda returned, the altered skirt looked fantastic on her.

"I'm almost ready," Betty told her. "I just need to find my shoes and check on Steffan. Are you sure it's fine if I ride with you and Vision?"

Steffan was still on his way from Manhattan and wouldn’t be able to drive her to the restaurant, so he wouldn’t be able to pick her up and take her to the restaurant together.

“It’s fine,” she assured her. “We are going to the same place.”

Betty put on her dress quickly, zipping it up and adjusting her hair quickly, fishing for her phone as she tried to find her shoes.

Where the hell were her heels?

Her fingers moved quickly over the screen after Steffan’s photo of traffic, though not quite looking at it at the point she had to type Vision’s name. The dude had a really weird name.

‘Hey, when you arrive, tell the hostess you’re joining the table with Vesper Stark’.

She saw the status changing to read before locking the phone again and moving to get her shoes from under the bed.

When she got her phone back, Steffan still hadn’t answered her text, which was a little bit weird but not that much. He was driving, after all.

Vision knocked on their door just as Betty finished dressing and she walked to the living room to see Wanda coming in with a bouquet of red dahlias, her favourite.

"Betty," he greeted. "Good evening."

“Evening,” she responded with a warm smile.

Vision was rich – more than rich, he was a billionaire nepo baby.

His father, Tony Stark, was a billionaire, philanthropist and reality star. He really liked the internet and people’s attention.

Vision was the stark – no pun intended – difference of him, discreet and quiet, never flaunting his money and status. He even worked in a real job – probably because his mother was never married to his father and had way less money and advantages in life. Doctor Banner was a really lovely woman, very smart and accomplished as a scientist, and Wanda really liked her.

Oh, he looked so nervous and antsy, Betty really hoped he would not let the secret out before the right time.

Wanda placed her flowers in a vase and turned to them, collecting her purse.

"Let’s go," she said. "We don’t want to be late."

Betty was a bit unease when she got to the car at the lack of an answer, but tried to hide it as she thanked Vision when he opened the door for her to get into the car before doing the same to Wanda.

Maybe she should call Steffan?

No, he had texted her just 15 minutes ago with the traffic. New York wasn’t too friendly to drive in a car these days, there were too many people trying to get around and thinking they were the only ones who had a place to be.

“What’s wrong?” Wanda buckled her seatbelt.

Betty forced herself to not look as worried as she was.

“Nothing,” she buckled her belt. “Just trying to check on Steffan, that’s all.”

An uneasy knot tightened in her stomach as she picked at the hem of her dress, her concern growing with each passing moment, but she tried to keep a light face and herself from worrying too much, checking her texts for Steffan, but there was nothing new to check on.

Texting more wouldn’t make a difference. If he had seen her text then he knew she had texted him!

But when by the second curve of the car, her stomach was in a twist.

Steffan never saw a text without answering it, even if with a little heart!

So she gave in, and called him. And she waited for him to pick up.

Was he alright? Had anything happened?

Maybe it was an emergency.

Did paramedics pick up calls during emergencies?

But no one picked up the call.

"He's probably caught up in traffic," Wanda spoke from her seat. "Don't worry too much. He'll join us soon."

Betty picked up at her nail, but stopped.

Stupid nail polish.

Vision parked, at last, and Wanda seemed confused.

“Veronika? I thought we were going to Bamonte’s,” she looked at him and then at Betty through the rear-view mirror. “Vision, Betty!”

Well, Veronika wasn’t exactly in her usually price range.

“It’s fine,” Betty assured her quickly. “I got some extra tips these last days. Don’t worry about me.”

Vision stopped the car, and a valet came to take it while Wanda was still looking at him like he was mad. It was adorable. Betty would have giggled if she wasn’t so worried.

The hostess took them to a table, and just as they sat down, her phone rang.

Steffan!

Betty picked it up without a second to spare or caring about her flaky phone cover in the most upscale restaurant she had even been to in her life.

“Hello?”

“Liebchen,” he exhaled, sounding relieved. “I’m so sorry.”

Her heart tightened in her chest.

Oh no.

Something had happened.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

But he didn’t let her worry fester.

“My car broke down,” Steffan told her quickly. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

She exhaled, feeling her body relaxed.

Oh, God. It was just his car!

“Oh, thank goodness,” she put a hand over her heart.

Wanda and Vision looked right at her, and her friend leaned a little closer to listen in.

“I’m so sorry for not answering sooner, I was trying to fix it,” Steffan explained. “I just called insurance, they said they’ll take 30 to 40 minutes to get here. I won’t make it to the restaurant, I’m sorry.”

Betty's tension eased. Okay, alright.

That was alright. As long as he was safe.

“Of course!” she confirmed. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Steffan hummed on the other end, his uncertainty palpable.

“I’m really sorry. I’ll make up for it as soon as I can.”

Betty smiled, relieved.

“I know,” she assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“I’ll let you know when I’m home,” he told her. “I’ll leave you to enjoy the night.”

She nodded.

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

She hung up and put her phone back and met Wanda’s eyes as her friend just stared expectantly at her.

“His car broke down,” Betty explained. “He didn’t answer my call because he was trying to fix it. He won’t make it tonight.”

Wanda deflated, smiling sadly.

“I’m so sorry, Betty.”

“It’s alright,” she assured her. “I can just...”

Betty crossed gazes with Vision, and he looked a bit lost.

“No,” he shook his head. “We can still enjoy dinner, don’t worry. My treat.”

Well, she knew that already, but Wanda didn’t.

“It’s fine,” she tried to argue back.

“I insist,” Vision interrupted her. “I invited you two here, after all.”

“Betty, please,” Wanda reached across the table for her hand, squeezing it. “Come on. Let’s enjoy it. It’s not always that we come to Veronika. Let’s just enjoy it.”

Betty exhaled, relaxing.

“Of course,” she agreed, at last. “Fine. Alright. I’m so sorry you’re third-wheeling for us, Vision.”

He laughed at her tease.

“You were here before me,” Vision assured her. “The least I can do is respect your position.”

She giggled, and Wanda leaned in his direction, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek and saying something in Sokovian, making him blush.

They got the ‘Salt Crusted Porterhouse’ for four, which was a delightful choice, accompanied by sides of mushrooms and broccolini. Betty allowed herself to savour a winter Syrah, and the conversation flowed lightly, considering the events preceding their dinner and what lay ahead.

When they finished eating and the waiter cleared their plates, Betty wasn’t surprised when the hostess approached instead of the waiter bearing the bill and the too-go bag.

“Excuse me, there’s been a problem,” she spoke, her gaze shifting among the three of them. “Can you follow me, please.”

Wanda’s face went pale, and she looked at Betty with big eyes, and turned to Vision, who looked positively spooked.

They followed her up the stairs and into a private room, and it was absolutely beautiful. The room had candles and fairy lights all around, and both Pietro and Doctor Banner were waiting inside, with a discreet pair of photographer by the side of a waiter with champagne.

Betty sneaked away from the couple and to Pietro’s side when Wanda was still looking around, shocked.

The intro to ‘Lover’ started playing, and Betty could just see her eyes tearing up as she realised what was going on, and the photographers were quick to capture it.

It was truly beautiful, honestly.

Vision knelt slowly, his eyes shining already with tears, and Wanda clasped her hands over her mouth.

"Wanda, I will never forget the first time I heard your beautiful voice and saw you. From the moment you entered my life, I knew I would never be able to live without you," he spoke, gently taking her hand. "These two years we've been together have only solidified that. You are the brightest, most beautiful, kind, and determined woman I've ever met. Everything you do is infused with passion. You are the most loyal of friends, the most resilient in the face of adversity, and possess the best sense of humour I've ever encountered."

Wanda sniffed and Betty blinked away her tears as she watched them. Oh, that was so beautiful.

"And I..." Vision continued, pausing to clear his throat, visibly moved himself. "I want to devote my life to giving you every reason to keep being yourself, to bloom and flourish. I want to grow old and wrinkly by your side and have the privilege of building a family with you. Wanda, I love you."

He put his hand in his pocket and finally pulled the little box from inside, opening it.

“Will you-”

"Yes," Wanda interrupted, her response swift and resolute. "A thousand times, yes."

He slipped the ring into her finger, and Wanda knelt right away to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, holding in the tightest hugs.

Now, Betty knew very little Sokovian, but there was a phrase she knew the exact meaning.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Wanda was repeating as she held him.

Everyone else in the room clapped, and Betty winked at her friend when she turned to look at her, surprised and sniffing and crying softly.

“You knew it!” she accused her.

“Of course I knew it!” Betty walked to her. “You’d think I wouldn’t help plan your engagement?!”

Wanda wrapped her arms around her holding her tightly.

“Thank you,” she sniffed.

“Oh, shush,” Betty kissed her cheek. “I loved every second of it.”

Pietro put his hand on Betty back, and Wanda let her go, taking her brother in a big hug too.

“Let’s celebrate!” he announced aloud.

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Bad Idea: @peaceloveancolor

[ac3-76]

Lloyd Garmadon Headcannons

warnings: none😋

General

He's been doing graffiti since he was 9

he started when he saw a guy doing it while Darklys was on a field trip in Ninjago City

he thought it was really cool and left the group to talk to the guy

His Tag is either Neon Dragon or Neon Echo

He decided it had to have Neon in it because he uses neon in all of his works

People speculate that he's Neon Dragon/Echo but it's not confirmed, not even the other ninja know

He has a graffiti account on Instagram that has 37.8 million followers and is verified

He also really good at painting and sketching

He's just good at art in general

He watches personal attention ASMR to fall asleep

He's good at sewing

He pretty much never posts on his socials, but when he does they get more likes and views than the other ninjas posts

he's the quote "short guys have the prettiest faces and the sassiest attitudes"

he's so sassy

when the Ninjas do interviews people always talk about his sass attacks

there are compilations of him being sassy on tiktok, Instagram reels, and YouTube

Kai's the fan favorite for his looks and how often he posts, but lloyd is the fan favorite for personality and level of cuntiness

Literally everyone in Ninjago loves Lloyd(except the badguys but yk)

Out of all the ninjas he has the 2nd biggest arms(Cole has the biggest)

Girls go crazy for his arms

He's so respectful towards women

He can start a conversation with anyone about anything

He is SO SO SO good with kids

A mom of 2 will be taking the bus home from somewhere, her youngest kid is a couple months old and her oldest is 4 years old

The older ones throwing a tantrum and the youngest is crying and the moms stressed and embarrassed bc this is happening in public and she can't get her kids to calm down

Enter Lloyd "do you want some help?" Garmadon to offer his services

the mom gives him her oldest and in a matter of seconds the kid is happy and smiling

he's not even sure what he did to get the kid so happy

THEN, bc one is never enough🙄, "I can help calm that you down too if you want"

So the mom gives him the newborn and again in a couple seconds the newborn isn't crying

kids just love him🤷‍♀️

He has really unique insults

"your personality is like a wet napkin at a party"

"your fashion sense if like a blindfolded toddler picking out clothes"

"Your ideas are so dull, they make beige look vibrant"

"Your sense of humor is drier than a desert in a drought"

"You're as useful as a screen door in a submarine"

and you best bet they all make it into the Lloyd Garmadon sassy compilations

He has FAST comebacks, he never misses a beat with an insult

Dating

He does a HARD launch

people will be chilling thinking he's single and then one day BAM

he posts something on Instagram announcing he's in a relationship

its 10 pictures of you, him giving you flowers, you guys kissing, you guys cuddling

it's like if you searched relationship goals on Pinterest

and the caption is something like "Happy 1 year babe🫶🫶 I can't imagine my life without you"

everyone in the comments is shocked that he kept your relationship secret for a year

Except the ninjas

who are commenting things about being happy he's finally announced it

I know for a fact Kai would commet "I'm glad you finally announced this, I have hundreds of pictures of you two I've been needing to post🙄"

You're his muse

He does graffiti pieces inspired by you

He also tells you he's Neon Dragon/Echo

He tries to teach you how to do graffiti

He's the type to read and annotate books you like

Collarbone kisser

Helps you figure out fits

MATCHING OUTFITS.

He would embroider a little heart in your favorite color, or your favorite flower into the cuffs of all his hoodies

He doesn't care if you're taller or shorter than him, just don't be the same height as him and ur good

After what happend with Harumi he would struggle to believe you actually like him for a while

Even after you prove you really do like him, he still struggles to express how he feels about you and be completely honest with you

Secret or forbidden relationship trope

he fell first and harder

also soulmate trope

he pays attention to everything you do and knows ur needs, wants, and actions before you do

(yk when Elenor anticipated Chidis sneeze in The Good Place, yea he's Elenor, you're Chidi)

"No I have a partner" instead of "Sorry, I have a partner"

he has awful abandonment issues so he's either really clingy or he pushes you away and doesn't talk to you

He doesn't do sass attacks or insult you(to often)

Kai will be recording a vlog to post to YouTube and you'll say something stupid, Lloyd will look at you like he wants to insult you but be doesn't

The fans see that clip and go crazy

"Lloyd holding back his insult is how you know he's in love"

The ship edits go HARD

[gaianyx]

Scrabble Night 

by Jane F. Nyx

Pairing: Eddie Munson x FemReader

Summary: Eddie's grandma (his Nannie) is always trying to find him a girlfriend. So one day Nannie takes Eddie to Scrabble night with her 'girls' so that she and her best friend could get two metal lovers together.

W/C: 3.2k

A/N: Reposting this Oneshot, because I don’t think it received the love it deserved.

Proof read! Feedbacks and tips will be wel recieved :)) 

Happy reading everyone!!

Eddie loved to visit his grandma Elisabeth. 

She was his uncle’s and mom’s mother, which meant that she was Eddie’s Nannie.

He hadn't seen her in a while, but when he did he knew he would come back a few pounds bigger. Nannie was the type of grandma that wouldn't stop asking his grandson if he was hungry, claiming he was too thin. 

And today was going to be one of those days, or at least he thought so…

Eddie and his uncle Wayne arrived at her house around 2 p.m. 

They could smell the famous homemade cookies from outside the house. 

She lived in a small trailer much like theirs, where Wayne and his sister Lucy (Eddie’s mom) had grown up.

Shortly after Wayne had knocked at the door a small woman with thick and curly hair much like Eddie’s appeared at the door, the only difference being that hers were now grey. She was wearing a dress and an apron covered in flour. 

She couldn’t stop her excitement when she saw the two “My sweet boys,” she exclaimed, rushing them to get inside. 

She first hugged and kissed Wayne on the cheek, saying things like "My handsome boy," and "I missed you so much,".

They had planned their visit for a while, Wayne was always busy with work and Eddie with school and everything that happened in the Upside Down the past year. Only now were they able to visit her, on the summer vacation when Wayne didn't work in the afternoons and Eddie didn't have class.

After Nannie greeted Wayne she stopped right in front of Eddie, looked him up and down and said "Look at you," Nannie had a proud look on her face. 

Eddie wasn't wearing the best outfit, but he did try to impress his grandmother. He wore ripped black jeans and a grey Metallica t-shirt. 

"You have grown so much, my sweetheart," she said, trying to take in how much her boy had grown in a not-so-long period of time. 

 *****

Their afternoon together was more than great, they had spent the time eating the delicious cookies Nannie had made, catching up with everything that happened the last year (living behind some parts, we don't want to give Nannie a heart attack), telling stories about Wayne's childhood and how he an Eddie looked alike, asking if Eddie wanted to have his jeans sewed up by her, then asking again (she thought he was ashamed). 

And asking about his passions, if he still wanted to be a rockstar like he used to say he would.

"One day I'll be a rockstar like Elvis Nannie," little Eddie would say "You will be even better than him sweety," she would reply.

When the day was almost over Wayne declared they needed to go back, he still had the night shift. 

Nannie insisted that Eddie should stay over the weekend, they could do a lot together and it would be nice to have some help. He had just graduated after all. 

"Let the boy here," she said while Eddie gave him puppy eyes, he was transported to when he was 9 years old and would beg his uncle to let him stay over the weekend.

Wayne claimed that Eddie didn't have enough clothes to stay over, "I came prepared," Eddie said when he pulled some clothes from the backpack to show his uncle. Wayne gave up again, knowing it wouldn’t help to debate with the two. Wayne then gathered his things and went home.

Shortly after Wayne left, the party began.

"So, finally," Nannie clapped her hands together and was now walking in the direction of the cabinet, she opened it up and got a long tin bottle of liquor, along with two small glasses. "Now that that boring man is gone…" Nannie purred the red liquid into the glasses and handed one to Eddie, who gladly accepted some alcohol.

Nannie told Eddie about this Scrabble Night thing, where she and her 'girls' went every Saturday to drink and play a bit, it would start at 6 p.m and she wanted Eddie to go with her, "Common, don't you want to make your old grandma some company?"

-"Nannie, you don't have to ask, of course I will go," he wanted to spend more time with her and forget about everything from last year "Who else is going to drive you back?" he smiled at her and she grinned in response.

*****

Elizabeth had been planning this encounter since the day she heard that Eddie was going to come over for the weekend, she knew her grandson very well and by that, she also knew his taste. She had made some attempts before to get the metalhead a girlfriend but she didn’t have any luck. 

But on one Scrabble Night like many others, Nannie and her best friend were talking about their grandchildren and on that night they found out that the two had a lot in common, both were in a band, wore ripped dark clothes and listened to ‘screaming music’. That was when their plan started, they were getting the two together. 

Eddie’s and Nannie’s day was spent mostly chit-chatting about their lives, Eddie helping her in the garden, mowing the lawn, or watering the plants, her insisting on sewing his clothes, again.

“Nannie, it’s a style,” and “No, I am not ashamed to ask you to sew them,” he said.

“Are you sure sweety?” she insisted. 

When it was almost time to go Eddie went to take a shower while Elizabeth was getting ready. Shortly after she changed into better-looking clothes the phone rang.

“Hello?” Elizabeth answered the phone

-“Hello hun, it’s Mary!” the voice on the other side of the line responded, Mary was Elizabeth’s best friend from the Scrabble Nights. 

“I am just calling to confirm everything,” Mary said “Is he going?” 

-“Yes, he is,” she was grinning at the phone “How about y/n? Is she going as well?”

-“Definitely, she is just getting changed and we are on our way,” Mary gave a small laugh “It’s going to be fun hahaha,” the two grandmas, the biggest wingmen to ever exist.

After the call ended they said their goodbyes and were waiting for their grandchildren so they could leave.

“Nannie, I’m ready,” Eddie walked out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, he wore the same ripped jeans from when he got there and a white faded Iron Maiden t-shirt. Nannie got the keys from her old pick-up truck and handed them to Eddie “Drive slowly please,”

“Don’t you trust me, Nannie?” Eddie picked up the keys and a smile was spread all over his face “Let’s go,” he said.

*****

After their not-so-long trip they arrived at, what Eddie supposed was a middle school gymnasium. There were a few other cars parked in the parking lot, voices could be heard from inside the place, lots of laughter and that familiar smell of old people. If you know what I mean.

Eddie helped his grandma get inside, “What a gentleman,” his grandma pinched his cheeks. The place was very bright and warm, there were six tables aligned in the center of the area, making a long line, chairs on each side and both ends, and probably more than five sets of Scrabble. The big question now was, “How the fuck are they going to play this?” he thought.

But before his thoughts could be answered Nannie’s eyes had caught someone and she was now waving at the woman entering the room from the door on the other side, Eddie followed her gaze and saw a small old woman with grey hair much like his grandma’s with quite a familiar smile, but she wasn’t alone, a girl followed her, you followed her.

“Is she wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt or have I just gone blind?” Eddie thought, he was staring at you with an amused but confused look on his face. 

The two women were walking their way to them, and as their images were drowned closer he concluded that it definitely was a Black Sabbath t-shirt, the little devils and the purple title spelling ‘Black Sabbath’ made it quite obvious. 

The old lady, that Eddie assumed was your grandma, was a little further ahead and greeted Elizabeth with open arms, “Beth, it’s so good to see you,” the small woman said, she was now turning her head towards Eddie, “And you,” she looked him up and down, “You must be Eddie,” she also hugged him.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am?!”  Eddie didn’t know what to do, so he kind of retributed to the hug.

“Where are my manners,” she took a few steps back “My name is Mary, I’m an old friend of your grandma’s,” she now looked towards the girl standing behind her “And this is my granddaughter y/n,” 

Not knowing what to do you send him an awkward laugh and wave at Eddie, which he contributed with a wave and an unspoken ‘Hi’ towards you. You were now scanning him trying to figure out if you would spend your time talking to him or not even bother doing so. 

With ripped black jeans, an Iron Maiden shirt and long hair, he was a solid maybe/we can give it a try.

The two grandmas got a quick catch-up, switched knowing glances, and went to find seats, with you both following a little behind.

“So… Black Sabbath, huh?” Eddie tried to break the painful silence. “Does she even like the band or did she get this shirt second-hand?!” he thought.

-“If you are going to ask if I can name three songs the answer is yes, but I’m not giving you that satisfaction,” you respond a little drier than you intended.

-“I wasn’t going to,” he was now a little embarrassed, he messed up, “Was it that obvious?”. 

-“If you say so…” you looked at him not believing him. Maybe he was going to ask you but decided not to.

-“I have never seen that shirt before, where did you get it from?” Eddie asked curiously, wanting to change the subject a little and know more about the amazing shirt and the beautiful girl wearing them.

-“It’s from their tour from last year,” you said sounding less annoyed by his questions, thankfully.

-“You are telling me you saw Black Sabbath live?” he was in shock, he was next to someone who breathed the same air as one of his favourite bands of all time. It was Eddie’s dream to see them playing live and knowing someone who actually did made him feel so jealous. 

He was one person away from Black Sabbath.

“Yeah, I did, I saved every cent I could get to go and see them,” and you were proud of it, you could see the jealous look on his face, which made you giggle a little. “They were amazing, worth every cent!”

“Yep, I am definitely jealous,” Eddie confessed taking a seat next to his grandma. The two elderly ladies gave each other glances now and then. Again. 

Mary quickly took a seat before you did, giving you no chance but to seat next to Eddie, you looked around to make sure, but all the other seats were taken. You looked at your grandma looking for any sort of response to the way she was acting right now, she smiled at you and quickly looked at Mrs. Elizabeth hoping you wouldn’t notice it, but you did. 

You quickly put two pieces together, they were trying to get the two of you together.

You sat down next to Eddie and decided to give in, he was trying to start a normal conversation, maybe you should try and do the same thing. “Your shirt is pretty cool too,” you said.

“What this old thing?” he pointed at his shirt, it was in fact pretty old, he was surprised it still would feat him and that he could see the graphic. “It is one of my first ones, but thanks,”

You were about to say something but you were cut off by one of the players saying the game was going to start in 5 minutes. You looked at Eddie and he looked at you, both of you didn’t know how to play. 

“Do you know how to play?” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the players.

“I have no fucking clue,” he laughed a little too loud resulting in a few Shh’s towards you two.

Which resulted in more laughter from your side, hands flying to your mouths.

“Want to wait outside until their game is over?” he whispered to you.

“That’s a good idea,” you responded, “Grandma, I’m going to wait outside with Eddie. Have fun” you kissed her on her forehead and got up.

“I am outside Nannie, make some grandmas cry for me,” Eddie also got up.

After the two metalheads left the gymnasium Mary whispered to Elizabeth, “Our plan is starting to work,”.

***** 

“You call your grandma Nannie?” you asked him when outside, the night breeze catching your cheeks and turning them slightly pink.

-“What about it?” Eddie looked you in the eyes.

-“Nothing, it’s just that you look all tough and everything but you call your grandma something so sweet like Nannie,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

-“Are you judging me now, Mrs. Know-it-all?” he grinned at your comment, you just met each other and you were already making remarks, he liked it.

-“Just an observation,” you crossed your arms because of the cold and looked him up and down.

You guys walked to his grandma's truck, he lowered the door of the trunk so that he could seat.

When he sat down he pointed at the free space next to him, suggesting for you to take the seat, which you did.

Shortly after you saw he was looking for something in the pockets of his leather jacket, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He took one out, positioned it between his teeth, lighted it up and took a long drag. He leaned his head back and blew the smoke out of his lungs through his mouth and nose.

You could see a fraction of what you assumed was a tattoo, he looked hot. You thought, staring a little. Maybe too long.

“Take a picture,” yep, he definitely saw you staring “It lasts longer you know,” he looked you in the eyes and brought the hand holding de cigarette closer to you. He gestured to the cig laying between his ringed fingers with his chin. 

“I don’t smoke, thanks,” you simply reply, pushing his hands lightly.

“Sure,” Eddie took another drag of his cigarette, shorter this time.

“And what does the pretty girl like to do around here?” he didn’t know what to ask or how he could compliment her in a way.

“Well, the petty girl just graduated, so she doesn’t have much to do apart from work, study and play a bit of music,” you liked the compliment, he was very good looking too. So… Maybe this could get somewhere.

“Ooh, really?” he kind of guessed you would say something like that, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up “And what do you play?”.

“I play the drums in this ‘band’ me and my friends formed, but they don’t have much time now for practice,” he looked interested so you continued “So now I just play along with some music, my parents are not the biggest fans of it,” you laughed at the last part.

“How about you?” you tried to match his energy “What does the pretty boy like to do around here?”

“Here not much, I am from Hawkins, I’m just visiting my grandma,” Eddie was happy to know you guys had a few more things in common, maybe even more than he thought.

“I’m also in a band, I play the guitar and I sing. We used to play at this old bar in town, sometimes we had public, a few drunks and my uncle when he didn't have to work. But now our drummer went to college. Maybe you could come over someday and we could jam a bit if you really are that good…” he was a bit hopeful, but he wouldn’t let that show.

“The best in town!” you said proudly “Your dreams might come true Mr, I’m going to spend two weeks with my younger cousin who happens to live in Hawkins as well,” a small smile appeared on your face.

Eddie thought you looked so pretty, the moonlight reflecting on you, the breeze making your hair dance a little, that amazing shirt you were wearing, you played an instrument and matched his energy, he must be dreaming.

“I guess it’s my lucky day,” he said, more to himself than to you.

Time passed and you found out you had A LOT in common, more than you guys had imagined. You had started a little game of this or that to know more about each other.

“Okay, now the important one: Dio or Ozzy?” Eddie asked, he himself didn’t know what his answer would be, but he was curious how you would react.

“I think—” you started to answer, but to his disappointment your grandmas showed up. You were saved by the bell…

“Hallo sweeties! Did you guys have fun?” Mary asked, curious about the outcome of her and Elizabeth's plan.

“Yes, Eddie made a good company,” you said eyeing him, he made a dramatic offended face and turned to talk to his own grandma. 

“Granny,” you said in almost a whisper so that only she could hear it “ Do you have pen and paper so I can give Eddie my number?” you had never seen your grandma be so quick in her entire life, in a millisecond the woman had a pen and a post it on her hand. You laughed, but quickly wrote down your phone number, the address you were staying in Hawkins and your cousin's phone number.

You and your grandma said your goodbyes, you made sure to greet Eddie last. You extend your hand for him to shake, the post-it folded and on your extended hand, he shook your hand and smiled when he felt the post-it. “It was nice to meet you,” he said “It was to meet you too,” you said. You turned around and left, hoping he might call you.

As soon as Eddie got to his grandma’s house he opened the small piece of paper, you had clearly written from who the two numbers were and left below you signed “-The best drummer in town.”.

And on that same night, he called you!!

*****

Hawkins, two weeks after.

You and Eddie had planned a ‘date’, he would pick you up from your cousin’s house, you guys would go to the music store, buy some tees, patches maybe some vinyls. He was excited to see you again, he made sure to look decent. He had woken up early to wash his hair, he even used some good products for his wild hair. You guys had been talking a lot since that Scrabble Night, late-night telephones had become a routine these past two weeks

But as soon as he set foot out of the car he felt nothing but nervous. He walked to the door, triple-checked if it was the right house, this house seemed so familiar, but why?

Eddie decided to knock anyways, footsteps were heard and a muffled “Just a minute,” Eddie straightened himself and that’s when the door sprung open “Hi—” he was in shock.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” Dustin asked after answering the door. 

Requests: Open

A/N: Thank you very much for reading this post, it means a lot!

If you enjoyed this post pls don’t forget to like and reblog <3333

See you on the next post,

xoxo Jane

[collectorcookie]

I AM HOME AGAIN. Ok so part two of trickstar dynamics: anzu edition. I already kinda made one but it was more about anzu's past sooo it doesn't count.

Anzu and subaru: THE BESTIEEESSS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE SO CUTE. When trickstar was still a very new unit subaru was like "man i wish we had our own uniforms. Wouldn't that be cool" (because at yumenosaki academy having your own uniforms instead of the standard ones provided by the academy meant that 1. you're hot shit aka important and popular enough to have a specific image and 2. you're hot shit enough aka rich enough to be able to afford your own costume). And then anzu is just like "My boy? Wants something?? My bestie? Wishes for uniforms??" And then she SINGLEHANDEDLY learns sewing from kuro in like a week and makes the trickstar uniforms. And subaru could cry from joy.

And much later subaru got some job where he has to wear a suit but he's never worn suits so he asks super model sena for help, and sena is like "well what kind of suit do you wanna wear" and after a long time of thinking, the only thing he came up with was a suit made specifically by anzu for him. That's all he wanted agshetekwhdghr. But anzu was pretty busy so he settled for a suit that was approved by her.

And when they ended up in the industry anzu made him the super sparkly outfit and i KNOW everyone hates that card because of the missions BUT that card has a special place in my heart because even after their early high school days, even after subaru won the ss and trickstar became super popular and anzu became a very important producer in ES (going as far as being a part of P. Association), subaru still adores and appreciates outfits made by her specifically asdffkslagdkfjw.

Also Pretty sure that anzu was one of the few characters where subaru dropped his happy-ultra-cheerful persona to open up to her, being all like "You know anzu, sometimes i feel like half of my emotions are straight up missing". Ouch. He doesn't do that often! If at all!! He trusts her enough to do that!!!!

There's more to say but there's already another post that goes into more details about this (i will reblog it after this but how on earth can you link someone else's post on here)

Anzu and mao: you may have seen or noticed how mao is always like "omg no don't touch anzu that's sexual harrassment" to completely normal affection between friends and thought to yourself "The hell is wrong with this dude". And like, i can only speculate why he's like this but it's probably due to anzu's first experiences at yumenosaki. Poor girl got transferred into a school of boys committing crimes against each other, got kicked in the face (with koga's full body weight), fainted, got a concussion, went to the infirmary, got sexually harrassed by one of the teachers (seriuosly what the hell jin), then got followed around and pressured by a playboy (past kaoru was uhhh...something). Rei ended up finding her and just...hiding her in a cupboard. And later on rei finds mao and is like "hey you. I hid your girl in the cupboards" and mao's bewildered at this statement. And rei continues with "yeah you should probs go pick her up or something". Mao then goes and to his surprise, he actually finds her in the cupboards, terrified and exhausted.This is the context to this very lovely mao illustration:

(Mao's first 5* is literally "let's take ibuprofen together, producer" heeelllpp)

Mao ends up always walking her home after this by the way, to the point where he sometimes eats lunch with her family. (Sometimes the other trickstar memebrs walk her too but most often it's Mao) So yeah, that could be the reason why he's so sensitive anytime someone gets close to anzu. He's just really overprotective of her.

(I will entirely ignore all the more fanservicey stuff that occasionally happens between anzu and mao in the early stories because...it just...feels so ooc for mao. And completely unnecessary in general) however anzu is also very fond of mao, as we see in !-era ss, where anzu notices that mao is beating himself up for not being enough for trickstar and so she goes to his room to specifically cheer him up and reassure him when he wakes up

Anzu and hokuto: ooohhh my gooood, the scene where he goes to visit anzu in the infirmary after she got hurt and fainted and he. He just. He just feels so bad for her getting hurt and then starts this whole ass monologue about why he dragged her into this. This huge monologue where he just lets out all his anger at yumenosaki's state and hopes and dreams for the future and how she gave him hope but he burdened and expected too much of her right at the beginning. AND SHE WAS AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME WITHOUT HIM KNOWING. And his speech just motivates her to actually ally herself with trickstar because she wants things to change for the better too.

And then waaay later she faints again from exhausting herself too much and hokuto notices how much she has been doing, not just for trickstar but as a producer in general. And so to lighten her burdens and to prove to her that they have grown as a unit and do not need to rely on her the whole time, he revokes his rights to participate in the SS. Listen to me. I want you to understand that as a unit, trickstar established itself to prove that change is possible. The entire main storyline in ! is about them beating eichi's ass in DDD. And DDD is such a huge deal because it determines which unit is allowed to participate in SS as a representative. And SS is a huuuuge national tournament for idols sorta thing. So when hokuto goes to eichi being all like "hey mr. president, i revoke my rights to participate in the SS", eichi (who has been supporting trickstar ever since they beat him in DDD because SS is far more important than DDD) straight up grabs hokuto and screams at him something along the lines of "HOKUTO ARE YOU /SRS OR /J???? YOUR GIRL FAINTS ONCE AND THIS IS HOW YOU BEHAVE???!!! SHE'S NOT WITH YOU FOR ONE TIME AND YOU STEP DOWN, YOU FREAKING COWARD?? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IMPORTANT OF AN EVENT SS IS". And hokuto, still very straight faced and expressionless, simply states "oh i'm not stepping down. I want trickstar to fight more live battles to rewin our rights to represent yumenosaki in SS. Both to prove to everyone that trickstar really is suited for this, and to prove for anzu that she doesn't need to always worry about us anymore." Do you have any idea how much i wanted to howl at the moon after reading that.

By the way this is also the context for this one wataru illustration who was also in the council room at the time:

(When you watch your boyfriend grab your bestie by the neck and your bestie says the most jawdropping shit you've ever heard)

Anzu and Makoto: this is actually a lot more of a relaxed and chill dynamic than i expected. Most of their early interactions are just makoto being "oh my god i'm so afraid of girls i have never talked to a girl in my entire life what even are girls" and then anzu would be like "but i am one?" and makoto's just "HOLY SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT". Anyways after makoto builds a little self esteem it looks like him and anzu just start sharing a braincell sometimes. Like that one moment in finder girl event story where mao is super worried that no one will help him, and the makoto anzu duo don't even talk to each other, they just exchange looks and think to themselves "this guy has no idea that everyone in yumenosaki would help him huh". Fun times.

[thevalleyisjolly]

Some Eärendil and Elwing headcanons because I love them:

It took a long time for Eärendil to start singing again after Gondolin, and it was mostly sea shanties and Mortal tunes.  Only in private and only with Elwing (and later, his sons) would he sing in Quenya the songs of his childhood in Gondolin.

When Elwing was 12, she decided that she wanted to be a great seafaring explorer and sail all the way around Middle-earth.  Her hopes were rather harshly dashed when she stepped foot on a ship to pay Círdan a short visit on Balar and discovered that she suffered from terrible motion sickness.  Eärendil gallantly vowed to go on the adventures instead and come back to tell her all about them.

Elwing is just a little bit taller than Eärendil.  He quite likes it, even though it’s not a very great difference.

Eärendil is fantastic at sewing, and has a good eye for embroidery as well.  When he has downtime on Vingilot, he creates beautiful patterns and designs on tunics, handkerchiefs, shawls.  The crew of Vingilot was the most well-outfitted crew to ever sail the Sundering Seas, and he’d always make sure to bring back little embroidered patches with scenes from his voyages, which first Elwing and then the twins would add onto an ever-growing quilt.

Elwing learned how to make lembas from Idril, but for Eärendil’s journeys, she bakes him hardtack in the Mortal fashion.  He likes to make “pudding” out of it with sugar and water.

Elwing loves math, and is very good at it.  By the time she was ten, she could do complex calculations in her head in a matter of seconds that Elven scholars thousands of years her senior would need several minutes and a writing surface to do.  She didn’t have the time or resources to seriously study it while she was in Middle-earth, but in Aman, she does a correspondence course with one of the universities in Alqualondë and promptly has to deal with a whole hoard of mathematicians coming from all over the Blessed Realm to her tower wanting to learn from her.

In their own home, they speak a mixture of Quenya, Sindarin, and Taliska with each other.  They also have a secret written code that they came up with as children, which they leave little love notes for each other in.

Neither of them have ever learned to ride a horse.  Eärendil has fuzzy memories of being put on his grandfather’s saddle for a gentle trot when he was young and the Gondolindrim assure him that he once briefly had a pony, but there were very few steads or mounts at Sirion. Frankly, both of them find horses a little bewildering.

The twins were a surprise because they’d been aiming for triplets.  Mostly just to see if that was even possible, and also because neither of them had ever been pregnant before and didn’t truly understand what it would be like to carry and birth triplets.

Despite the harps of gold they brought to him, Eärendil does not actually play the harp very well.  He’s not fond of wearing white either because he thinks it’s too hard to keep clean.  Elwing looks very good in white, but it’s a mourning colour and she generally prefers warmer yellows and oranges.

Eärendil’s favourite colour is the soft silver of Elwing’s hair, and Elwing’s favourite colour is the warm gold of Eärendil’s hair.  Their favourite wedding present was a tapestry woven by some of Idril’s ladies depicting the intermingled light of Telperion and Laurelin in those exact shades.

Elwing is a vegetarian.  Eärendil isn’t, mostly for practical reasons onboard a ship with limited supplies, but is happy to eat vegetarian when he’s at home.  The real challenge at mealtimes came from Elros being a picky eater and Elrond having a seafood allergy.

There is an outdoor bathhouse at Elwing’s tower because Silmaril glitter is absolutely impossible to get rid of once it’s in the house.  The grout in the tiling there has become permanently shiny, despite their combined best efforts at scrubbing.

[a-roses-wondrous-rain]

I Became A Butterfly.

TW - hurt no comfort, unreciprocated feelings.

Extra notes ~ 6.3k characters. A bit canon divergent. Y’know that one part of Mene’s dream where she watched Miya dance with another? This is my original thoughts on it before realizing that it was just her dream. It cuts off at the mirror scene and merges back with canon again.

The sewing machine whirred. Tomorrow is prom, and Mene was crunching on the dress. Tame Mene, the nobody with bad grades, trying to ask Miya Nanamiya, the popular girl who had everyone swooning, to prom on the day of, assuming no one asked her yet. The black lace blended into the silky material as she kept her foot down on the pressure foot, the needle in the machine bobbing up and down as it glided through the fabric with ease. It would be a gorgeous dress, hopefully pretty enough to win Miya’s heart. It started as wanting to be like her, to falling for her, to now working up the courage to ask her out.

Mene was pretty sure she liked girls, right? All she could do was hope it would work out. If it doesn’t, then at least she tried. Mene cut the thread and held up the dress, marveling at her own work. She was never confident in what she did, but this felt good. It felt perfect. Mene put it on the mannequin and grabbed the stretchy black fabric to make gloves. Maybe she could make them elbow length.

She almost overslept her alarm. Thankfully, that three hours of sleep was just enough to get her out of bed and operating for the day. Saturday, seven am was the time. Mene had arranged to meet with Miya, but hadn’t gotten any confirmation over it. No text, no call, no nothing. Mene got dressed in her casual outfit, a deep purple long sleeve shirt and black leggings, and a pair of black shoes with lavender laces. She headed outside, raining again. Mene started walking down the street, her hands over her head to try and prevent the rain from ruining the styling she attempted doing. She wanted this to be special, after all. Walking… walking… walking… finally, Mene reached their spot. She asked Miya to meet her at a nearby park, but she wasn’t there. Five more minutes morphed into ten, and that turned to thirty. Two hours later, Mene finally accepted she wouldn’t show up.

On her way home in the pouring rain, Mene got a notification from Miya. ‘Hey, hanging out with someone to make sure our outfits are ready, sorry :/‘ ah… Mene put her phone back in her pockets, willing the tears to not spill over. Miya, the girl she had finally worked up the courage to ask to prom, already had a date. Why did she even bother. It’s not like someone as pretty and popular as Miya would go with someone as quiet and average as Mene to something like prom. The walk back was quiet, nearly… serene, in a way. Her clothes were soaked, her hair ruined and the little bit of makeup she bothered putting on running down her face, but it was calm. Almost able to let her forget how she had just been stood up like that.

Mene got home and shut the door, heading to her room and locking it. The first thing she saw was the scissors and the very very dark purple gloves she made. It’s not like Miya would’ve like them, she was much more pastel than that. She would’ve hated it. She would’ve hated it. That’s all Mene could think as she disfigured the gloves she worked so hard on. After about ten seconds of cutting up the gloves, Mene finally came to her senses and dropped the gloves. She didn’t know what to feel. Should she cry? Should she feel angry? Should she be indifferent to this all? Should she have known she wasn’t good enough to go to prom? It all felt like too much.

It took some convincing from her parents, but Mene started putting on the dress hours later to go to prom. She was told it’d be a waste of time and money if she didn’t go. So there the purple haired girl was, sliding on the gloves that now only came down to the middle of her forearms with cuts on the sides. It took a lot to not cry at seeing all this hard work that would go unappreciated. Her parents assured her she looked lovely as she headed out of the door, a matching black umbrella to go with her dress. She walked down the street, head hung low like a puppy that just got hit. Finally, she reached the place. Mene’s head was flooded by too much as she walked into the building where it was being held; “What if I see Miya?” “What if she hates my guts?” “What am I even doing here” “Should I just leave?” “There are too many people” “Everyone’s in lighter colors, do I look stupid in this dress?” “I think I’m the only one here without a date…”It all came to a stop when her feet carried her through the crowded event, right to Miya. Mene stared and marveled at her beauty as she watched the blonde dance…

…with someone else. Miya looked like a gorgeous doll as she moved and danced, just so perfect. Too perfect for someone like Mene. As much as she longed and wished, Mene would never be as good as Miya, or as popular, or as pretty, or as perfect, or as straight-A’d, or as hard working, or as lovely, or as playful, or funny, or beautiful, or lovable, or perfect, or-

Mene headed towards the door, biting her cheek to prevent the tears from making themselves known. “I am not good enough,” is what repeated through her head as she walked outside. As soon as Mene was away from the masses, she started running. Running. Running. Running. Running. The rain started even harder, and Mene didn’t have the energy to put up her umbrella. She simply ran through the rain, not caring how ruined her dress was, or how swampy her flats were, or how soaked her hair got. The rain hid the effects of the tears, save for the puffy red eyes and quiet sobs. Running. Running. Running. Running.

She slammed her door shut once she got inside, ignoring her parents asks as to how she got to this state or why she was home so early. She immediately got into her duller clothes and started modifying the dress. If it was too pathetic of a dress for Miya, she could at least make it pretty. She sewed until past midnight. Mene made the dress much more butterfly like and set it down on her bed. Now, she should start cleaning. Especially her bed, and that mirror she could never get the smudges off of.

In a dark room, by myself, before the mirror at one in the morning. “Hey, who could you be?” “Hey, who could I be?” I asked but still received no reply.

[this-ag-doll-is-a-butch]

Clara Montoya: Autistic???

I've been getting back into AG for almost a year now. Josefina has always, always been my fave, since we were both nine years old.

I've been thinking about how I want her to have a counterpart in her time and location to actually interact with in period-appropriate ways. She never received a Best Friend doll, though :(

But really, her whole story is centered around her family anyway, and I've seen people talk about how 2005 GOTY Marisol Luna has been used to create Clara dolls. And yep, the resemblance is real.

So I have plans to get a Marisol and make her Clara. Although they may take a some months to come to fruition, considering all my other doll and fandom and plushie collection goals and IRL expenses 😔

But it's free to think about Clara's character and plan for what I want her collection to encompas.

The thing that strikes me most, looking at her now with the adult knowledge of being autistic myself- she REALLY seems like a character that one can headcanon as autistic with ease.

She's logical and practical and literal to a fault. She hates change and getting dirty and wants to keep everything organized. Sewing and embroidery are her special interests! She bonds with Tía Dolores through those interests! She clashes hard with Francisca, who just does not want to make the effort to understand her.

She has strong attachment to objects, to the extent that it becomes a huge part of the plot in "Josefina's Surprise." (The altar cloth, Niña.)

Niña is her comfort object, for fuck's sake!!!!! She manages to relinquish primary custody of Niña to Josefina, but ONLY after Tía Dolores managed to give her a new comfort object (Mamá's silver thimble.)

I mean, I think I need to closely reread all Josefina's series and acquire all short stories and the mysteries. What else is going on with dear Clara and her autism? Does she have sensory issues???

It goes without saying that Clara was never deliberately written as autistic, and of course in 1824 New Mexico, a word didn't exist for autism. But we autistics have always existed.

In terms of a potential collection- obviously Josefina's nightgown straight-up seems to be Clara's camisa and IDK how to feel about that. How can Josefina not have her nightgown??? 😭

One potential solution I've been thinking about is a similar nightgown for her but with a different neck ribbon. I can't sew, but it seems Etsy seller Magnoliawillows makes a similar nightgown with a blue ribbon which could be Josefina's new nightgown.

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1325115163/josefina-montoya-style-night-shift

Also, I know her BeForever nightgown exists too. But I'm not as emotionally bonded to it, since it came after "my time" lmao. Maybe it would be nice if Clara and Josefina had summer and winter nightgowns 🤔

And I could get Josefina's BeForever bed for Clara! That's another reason why I want a Clara- to have a way to use more of Josefina's collection as I acquire it, especially the BeForever items.

And if AG could just get off their asses and GIVE JOSEFINA LITERALLY ANY COLLECTION AT ALL AGAIN, it would be great to buy whatever is (re-)released new and use it mostly for Clara, because that way I could have the beloved Pleasant Company versions of my memory yet also support Josefina's collection today.

Meet Accessories/Outfit ideas- Josefina's PC red-ribbon nightgown as camisa, different rebozo, moccasins, extra pair of Josefina bloomers, indigo skirt (although it would be interesting to try and see if someone sells/would make a skirt closer to book illustrations... however, 1820s New Mexican sisters, even in a well-to-do family like Josefina's, definitely shared clothes. So it would make sense from that perspective).

She'd need a doll-size pair of scissors, which Tía Dolores gave her, of course. And I'd want her to have some kind of necklace, because all AG historicals did/do. I'd need to know more about necklaces from then, though... perhaps some kind of mílagro, or Saint Clara symbol/medal? I'd want her to have a little sewing & embroidery kit to hang on her belt, too.

One thing that would take a lot more work, yet would make an amazing story, would be to somehow find another little doll's-doll like Niña. I have a whole story idea where some kind of secret room somehow gets found (maybe at Abuelito and Abuelita's house in Santa Fe) and a long-forgotten doll from Mamá and Tía Dolores' childhood gets given to Clara 🥺

Another idea would be to assemble stuff to create a little shrine for Clara and Josefina to pray at (yes I got the idea from the Mini World image). Especially because it would have Mamá's colcha-embroidered altar cloth! And just in general, part of why I connected with Josefina so much growing up was that her family is Catholic, just like mine.

These days, obviously, I'm a grown up monbinary gay ex-TradCath (similar to ExVangelical) with religious trauma, but maybe making a doll Catholic shrine would be a way to deal with that in a more healthy manner...

Anyway I would love to talk about Clara and Josefina!!!! Josefina-lovers please interact!!!!