#big hot glue enjoyer

[autumnalmess]

Part 2 of Café Musain booknook!!

I decorated the inside with bottles I made from hot glue and painted (the thin one in the middle of the trio I actually just found somewhere). I added a picture of floreal because the patrons definitely just thought she was hot and put it up (classic. I would too) and then I added a wee menu and a table I made out of lollipop sticks and stained with watercolours

Then I started work on some bits of the surrounding street before I add the front face of the Musain and the sign. So I cheated and used some printed bricks this time but then I used a little sponge to dirtify it as well as the ground below

Next up I painted a wall and made it gross looking to go above the brick part. Then I made shutters out of lollipop sticks and painted them. I thought it was quite cute to paint the inside black and leave them a bit open. And then I made a flag out of scraps of fabric and hot glued it to the wall

Then I made another cute window and painted the wall behind it black to fill the space. I was gonna do another door but I realised it would be too big.

I found these cute wheels out of an old Lego set and painted them to go on the ground under the window

I'm currently making the exterior of the Musain so I'll keep you updated!

[mamieishere]

Trapped?

MDNI

disclaimer : unprotected sex, spoiled cockwarning, CNC, cockwarning, romantic?, creampie, missionnary, breeding, female reader, very short dabble jk it's always too long haha, no name mentioned

You loved winter! snow, low temperatures, fire in the fireplace, hot chocolate and one thing over all : every tiny thing is the best excuse to glue your boyfriend. Clingy? No, not really but a cuddle bear and tonight was no exception.

- "Baby?... Yaaaaa my loooooove", you singsong. He looked at you, tired from work but amused by your childish winter behavior. "It's so cold. Look! There's snow outside!", you pointed at the window. He didn't say a world and opened his arms, welcoming you close to his warmth. You crawled onto the big couch, sneaking under the plaid. You faintly fell asleep, your head on his torso.

An hour became two and he started to feel it. His crotch grew in his pants and you were half layed on him.

- "My sweet cuddly girl", he whispered, "I love you so much...". He moved your sleeping state from his lap and layed you on the sofa's meridian part.

The both of you had given consent to each other to use the other while sleeping. It wasn't the first time this happened, but this was different. You stopped taking the pill a few weeks ago and your body tried to get back to normal by itself, with the result of you being more needy. He carefully stripped your pyjama, spread your legs and slided in.

- "I'm so sorry angel, I just need your wet walls around me.", he blowed gently in your ears and you moaned. "God, you are hot". What's supposed to be a simple cockwarming nap turned into vanilla sex. "Shit babe, Y/N, you're so pretty, so warm, so kind, so.... mine", he cooed.

Full, hot and needy. Here you were when you woke up to your our mouth unable to contain the moans falling from it.

- "Huh?... Bab-aw, baby, what ar-?", you tried to speak. He immediately kissed you, engulfing your words and silent blows.

- "Ssssh... Enjoy me darling, feel it. Feel the way I'm moving in you. I'll make a mother of you. You are already the love of my life, let me make the mother of my children. Take it baby, please...", his mouth was running of a marathon.

You nodded, you wanted it too. You wanted to give him the babiest child of the world. Your walls clenched around his cock. He felt you on the edge to cum. He slipped a finger to your clit, drawing lazy circles. You cum, yes. No cry, no scream, no tears, no shaking. It was a different kind of enjoyment, the biggest heat wave you've ever had. Your all body was an incandescent flame, so that the fire seemed very pale.

Then, he painted your walls white in longs, angry sprayed of sperm. He kept pushing. It was supposed to stick, it will do. To fullyfile the chances he stayed bottomed out.

- "I love Y/N. I love you so fucking much. I love you, I love you..."

[nukacourier]

share any modern au arcade hcs u have pls

Yes

- has gone to medical school and has a doctorate but still only works as a nurse because having the responsibilities of a full doctor is/was too stressful for him

- as said in another post he's probably both a smoker and a soda drinker so you are likely to encounter him at a gas station getting his Malboro Reds and a big gulp

- if you acknowledge his cigs and soda pop he will get embarrassed. He won't say anything about it though. But he is definitely embarrassed someone acknowledged his unhealthy habits

- probably one of those people who get to work early only to sit in his car for like an hour doing nothing but listening to his 10 year old cd of pirated music while staring off into the distance looking half dead

- lives in a shitty apartment. It is probably in a constant state of clutter

- big slip on shoes enjoyer. Crocs, flip flops, sandals, water shoes

- knows how to cook, but never does. Usually just orders takeout

- his car is a shitty rental and both he and the rental company forgot it is

- never uses profile pictures on social media and keeps the default ones except for dating profiles. His pictures in those are probably look like how your ID photos look

- polo shirt and khaki combo is every day babyyyy (except in winter. Then it's long khakis and sweaters)

- chronic energy drink haver (he usually drinks redbull)

- tends to buy cheap no matter what he gets

- most of his body sprays are definitely along the lines of "something that smells like an old man would wear"

- has a laptop he uses that's older than the current generation of children that is held together with tape, hot glue, and a dream

That's all for now. As you can tell I'm a big fan of acknowledging that he's kind of a loser. It makes him endearing👍

[doki-doki-imagines]

tw: smut, afab reader

author note: first post for gbf and it's smut, I'm sorry LOL. It's been a while since I last wrote something putting my mind on it so I hope you'll like it!

Siegfried had the intention to charm you the second he put his foot into the warm sand, you are sure of it.

You know your boyfriend doesn't like to expose himself, and you learnt to appreciate it, your little gem that you only can appreciate, hidden from most eyes.

So, you were flabbergasted to see Siegfried so at ease with such skimpy pants, adherent like glue on his skin and torso completely exposed for everyone to look at, because let's admit it, everyone couldn't be indifferent to such a sight.

You are sitting near the shore far away from all the crew, the wave crushing the only sound between you two.

"You look handsome today." Your voice deeper than usual while you look straight into his honey eyes, your hands grip the sand under you.

"Thanks, it's exactly what I wanted." A soft giggle escapes Siegfried's mouth, strands of hair escape his soft ponytail, and the breeze make them fly in the air.

He looks ethereal, sitting there, head tilted back, throat exposed while some droplet of sea water run down his body.

It doesn't take that much convincing to find yourself on your knees, Siegfried belts and pants barely lowered to suck him off like your life depends on it.

And it's not like Siegfried complained.

"S-slow down." He half-moans, golden eyes squinting. His big hand grabs the back of your head, but don't push you forward; as always, he has the perfect control of his body even in problematic situations.

Anyway you don't listen to him, trying to take as much as possible of his throbbing cock, sucking and laving your tongue at the sides where veins are visible. Saliva drips down your mouth, some drop fall on his balls exactly where your fingers are massaging, making the stimulation more intense.

You look at him, beautiful, wonderful, chiseled abs twitching, nipples hards begging to be touched.

Then you get pulled off, a pop can be heard together with Siegfried heavy breaths, his dick, still throbbing hit his navel, tip red a globe of cum running down his lenght.

"C'mere"

You don't have to move much, your boyfriend doing all the work, pulling your lips towards his ones, in a messy dance of tongues and spit, your hands find his shoulders, something stable to grip on while sitting on his lap, while his gloved hand go downwards, fingers playing with the hem of your bikini bottom and then delving deeper into your hot core.

A moan escapes your mouth, doesn't mean Siegfried break the kiss, if anything his tongue explores deeper your mouth, a passionate dance he doesn't want to interrupt. With the free hand he pushes your lower back towards his body, so your tummy can grind on his erection.

Meanwhile his thick fingers keep stimulating you, the material of the glove a new sensation, different from his warmth, but not less enjoyable, your essence drips down his wrist, his rhythm doesn't budge, pistoning into you, your lips parting to moan his name make even more blood run south, his boner unbearable at this point.

A particular curl of two of his fingers makes your toe curl, the moan dulled from Siegfried's mouth and the world around you waver, and not for the overwhelming pleasure, but for your boyfriend pulling you under his body.

"N-No Sieg, I wanna be on top." You says, voice frail, hands pushing on his shoulders trying to flip him over.

"Are you sure you'd be able to take it?" He talks big for someone that look as affected as you from the situation.

"Flip over, I'm gonna show you how good I can take it."

A small chuckle escapes Siegfried's mouth, but decide to listen to you, flipping you over together with him.

Ah he looks majestic under you, his hair now free, soft ribbon lost somewhere during the previous activities, one of his hands grips tightly your hips while his gloved hands...

He's licking it, still stained by your essence, his warm tongue run from his wrist to his middle finger and when it reaches the top, he suck it off, his mouth eveloping it, savouring it. While he looks at you "Always delicious" a smirk grace his face, knowing well the effect he has on you.

A smirk that soon disappear when you line up and go down on him, your hole stretching to accomodate his girth, a breathless moan leaving both your mouths. You bounce on his lenght, hands finding support on his sweaty chest while both of his hands are now placed on your hip, one slightly lower towards your butt.

"Bunny go faster, let me see how much you want it." Penetrating honey eyes look at you, it's an order, but you aren't sure you'll be able to make it.

But it's not a problem that last for much, not when Siegfried decides to take the rein and bounce you on his cock, at his rhythm.

"For someone that wanted to top me so much-" His tips hit a spot that make you both roll your eyes, mind fogging under the intense pleasure "-your willpower lasted really little." His finger grips to tight that you're sure bruises will form soon, his shaft twitching inside you and getting...bigger?

You look better at his face, eyes closed, hair getting reddish and his canines getting more pointed each second that go by. A shiver runs down your spine, not a pleasure one, the kind you feel when battling some Primals.

His cock is getting impossibly big, literally.

"Sieg-look at me please" You lean down, your chests in touch, not a lick of air could go throught your bodies, your hands cupping his sweaty face "Stay calm Sieg, I love you-" A particular harsh thrust make your lips touch, not that you minded, both your hips busy in an animalistic rhythm that the both of you can't control.

An harsh slap on your butt make you squeak, breaking the kiss "Love you too" Your Siegfried is back, blown pupils so deep but so full of love you feel your heartbeat going into a frenzy, and from there it doesn't take much more to reach your apex, Siegfried fucking you through your orgasm before cumming too, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, head falling back, sand now everywhere in his brown locks.

You lay on his body, still trying to recover your breath from the intense love-making "Are you fine?" you ask, voice still feeble.

Siegfried's lips twitch into a small smile "I should be the one asking you that." His hands massage your thighs as he gives you a kiss on top of your head.

"What happened this time? The dragon blood never took over before."

"I-" Siegfried breath heavily, chest rising up and down under you "I prefer not to tell you."

You hum, maybe it will be something to talk about another day.

A few minutes go by, both enjoying the chilly breeze of the beach and the sound of the waves.

"So now I can say that I can take your dragon form?" A small laughter escapes your throat while Siegfried huffs out, the hand massaging you now playful slap your ass.

"I guess so."

This time, you can't contain your boisterous laughter, and Siegfried smiles, eye closing, cherishing your time together

[hermit-ratings]

If the rulers in empires smp were soup who would be the best soup?

EMPIRE SMP RULERS AS SOUP:

A/N: I love everything about this ask, I love absolutely every image that came to mind when I read this, listening to mama Mia for the 5th hour straight did not help me. You've given me too much creative freedom, anon. Scott Smajor if you see this.......no you don't ❤️ and yes I took this so seriously..I'm invested in this fake review.

Scott:

9/10, this man as a soup would either taste like the most divine and exotic ice cold soup from the Gods above, laced with Ichor and the purest Gold, or like a 5 year old dumped glitter glue in a bowl and added five entire packs of sprinkles and topped it off with a single blueberry on top.

Would I eat it? Yes to both. Edibility of soup does not scare me.

+9 points for creativity and color

-1 point for the glitter glue drying...hard soup is not good soup

Jimmy:

2/10, he wouldn't even be soup.. it'd just be green homemade slime in a bowl with some raw fish in the middle.....it's not soup, it's also not actually food, apart from the raw fish.

would I eat this? Yes! if only for the nice experience...or trauma! we're gonna find out! I'll keep you guys updated.

+2 points because I DO like slime....and it's green :]

-8 because it's not in fact soup, it's slime..then again I don't think any of these people are soup matieral.

Gem:

8/10, Gem would be good soup! has berries and some distantly exotic meat from unknown origins, then sprinkle some herbs and shiny rocks and you've got yourself the entirety of the cottagecore aesthetic in a bowl! Sparkly? yes! worth the digestion problems? probably!

would I eat this? Yes, if only because it would probably bump up my net worth with all those crystals.

+8 points for the aesthetic and the fact it'd probably look like the presttiest soup ever.

-2 for the fact it has fruit in there...warm fruit? awful!

Joey:

5/10, I don't know this dude very well aside from funny empires compilations...he's definitely got relationship issues with that demon dude. Him as soup? a mess! both sweet and salty, maybe some weird void black specks in there...what are they? hell if I know!

Would I eat this soup? Maybe...if Joey's willing to pay for my hospital visit afterward and a possible exorcism.

+5 points for risk of possibly making a contract with a handsome demon, can't blame Joey for being down bad.

-5 points for the therapy needed.

Katherine:

7/10, I know 0 about this girl but I love women so I'm baised and going off the ✨vibes✨.

Mushrooms and probably moss...yanno not the worst combo out there, probably in a wooden bowl and Wooden spoon. Average and plain, neutral if you will!

wood I eat it? Yes! but absolutely not with a wooden spoon, it makes my skin crawl at the thought of wooden utensils in my mouth. Moss? also sounds tasty.

+7 points for being eco friendly!

-3 points for the absolute pain that's a wooden spoon in the mouth, I can write an essay about how that texture makes me cry tears of anguish and fear, even the thought alone makes me weep in pain and wither like a worm in the harsh hot pavement of summer of '95.

Lizzie:

9/10, seafood soup sounds delicious! however I don't think seashells are supposed to be there...or coral..or glitter. I can also see Lizzie just being flat our a fish on a plate, obviously the superior soup...fish.

Would I eat it? yes to both! I've got teeth, I can handle some crunching.

+9 points for my basis for my neverending love of seafood

-1 point for the seashells, not an enjoyable trip to the breakroom.

MythicalSausage:

10/10, here he is! finally some good soup! normal soup! soup that you can possibly ask to be made in a restaurant without being filed for some crime against the cooking gods. Very meaty.. obviously. Thick soup with big chunks of sausage....also from unknown origins, maybe some mushrooms and a sprinkle of veggie..

Would I eat it? absolutely! though maybe slowly, id rather not choke on any meat......I should have worded that better...will I? nope! I will die upon the grave I, myself, dug.

+9 for normal soup. life is good, all is well.

-1 for the sausage is very much in the soup, however it is not Mythical, false advertising.

Pearl:

7/10, I feel pearl Would be something that resembles those shiny bathbombs. they look edible. very shiny and smooth soup, kinda like when there's an oil spill in a puddle or something, and the water gets all colorful and reflective. that's soup! sprinkle in some flowers and weird magical berries and you have Pearl as soup!

would I eat this? yes!!! it sounds like a potion, looks like a potion, and it will probably give me permanent weakness to every body part forever!

+7 points for effective potion making and making me feel like I'm Hogwarts about to accidentally create a major plot point.

-3 for the fact I can no longer feel my bones.

Pixlriff:

8/10, copper dad....melted copper, and some veggies in there. overall it sounds nice, copper coins are funky tasting, this is probably no different (I don't condone coin eating. I know being a vending machine sounds cool, but it's not worth it...)

would I eat it? yes! copper shiny, me like shiny, shiny thing in my MOUTH right this instant.

+8 for appealing to my primal instincts to shove any shiny thing down my throat like that one Penguin of Madagascar clip. yanno the one.

-2 for the choking hazard and the fact the copper will eventually turn greeny-blue and that's not a vibe.

Shubble:

3/10, she would be those red and white mushroom soup and those are big bads to eat plus some weird gnome things..rocks and..uh, I don't know anything about gnomes.

would I eat this? yes!!! though Miss.Shubble better pay for my funeral, I'm not eating that soup for nothing, you're all invited for FREE :] !

+3 because I like mushrooms and also the banger rave party after I'd eat this.

-10, I spent half an hour trying to read her empires Wiki page and I was wondering why it was so hard until I realised i forgot to wear our glasses.

Joel:

4/10, I feel Joel as soup Would be the definition of MALICIOUS COMPLIANCE. it's soup but also somewhat also not exactly soup, but still under the soup guidelines.....Soup made with water, sticks, entire raw pototoes, salt and clay. TECHNICALLY soup ingredients, but also its horrible enough in taste that you're not sure if it is soup or should even count as food.

would I eat this? Yes, with great hesitation....but I will. God has failed to nerf me yet.

+4 points for soup ingredients and Malicious compliance

-6 for being on thin ice with what it means to be Soup.

Fwhip:

6/10, Dr.Doomf vibes from his wiki...evil? evil shop? evil soup. Made of evil things like...Evil bacon and very evil tiny carrots and evil potatoes....

would I eat this? Yes...in my evil house on my evil chair with an evil spoon.

+6 points for the vibes and because it would taste like (evil) soup and I like me some free villain arc juice.

-4...evil soup is suspicious. why is it evil? what does it do? Scientists hate him.

Xornoth:

1/10, I feel like it would just be solid sentient tarr In a bowl. Awful! not edible, put him in a jar and shake him like a maraca for his crimes. Time out for naughty demons.

would I eat this? if he tested my paitent, I would not hesitate to eat this slime demon like I'm a hungry street urchin.

+1 point for reminding me of Venom somehow.

-9 for literally everything else. Not soup, not even a friend, but a fiend and Thot enemy of the state.

[glitternightingale]

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

Taken from this list

As I said, this is just me comprising the asks so that I remember which ones I've already answered!

Now, onto the mess that is my writing routine:

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

My writing ritual is to obsess over an idea for weeks, thinking I haven't thought it out well enough, and when I do want to write the fic/next chapter I avoid it for the majority of the day. It gets late and I get tired but feel like I haven't been productive. That's when the first word garble appears!

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

"Apprehensive"

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Hmm, my superstition is (not only when it comes to writing but just about anything I create) that when I'm proud of something I've made it's probably mediocre for everyone else. Surprisingly, my "best" is usually my "Meh...", so I try to avoid feeling overly confident! (But it also helps to sketch everyone's favorite prophet before I start a new project--)

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I would choose to write a story without dialogue. Because, and here it becomes sneaky, I could say just as much through interior monologue or describing the characters' facial expressions and body language. (Or even write 10k of exposition)

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

No, I do not. My opinion changes, however, when it gets dark and something's lurking behind the door, ready to fry me with lasers.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

WIPs haunt me. They're like incomplete circles and I can't start something new without them being finished. (That's why I don't like writing multi-chapter fics. The needed commitment is just super big.)

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Wish 1: AO3 doesn't destroy my format when I import text from Google Docs.

Wish 2: Writing comments on other people's works comes more easily to me.

Wish 3: Just... everything I write is enjoyable(?)

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you to write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

*cringes at the thought* Nope, I like my books clean and basically unused (so that I can make some profit if I decide to sell them later). It's a different topic if the text is digital, though. The pens that come with most tablets hafta be used!

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

I've made this Harry Potter wand out of wood, hot glue, and sparkly stones once. It served its purpose to weigh down the book pages but then it slid off and broke. Oh, well.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

"Ah-ha! Here it is!" he exclaimed, holding the mysterious object aloft between his bony fingers. 

The young girl squinted at the colorfully-striped cone, only realizing it was a party hat when Tío Bruno managed to attach it to the donkey's forehead. 

She squealed in amazement as she saw the picture-perfect mythical animal blinking at her in all its radiant glory. However, this did not erase all the dreadful thoughts she had."

Right, so, I do watch Encanto quite often and there are always new things to discover. Then, while I was standing in front of the mirror, trying to make my eyebrows look symmetrical, I connected the party hats Osvaldo gave to Mirabel (in the "Not-Special Special" Basket) with the scene where Luisa's jumping over pink clouds with her unicorn donkeys. Party hats look like cones and cones look like unicorn horns-- Dumb, I know. But know who else would have these dumb ideas? Bruno.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Aside from the fact that writing anyone ever is pretty stressful, I'd say it's Félix (Encanto). I couldn't pin down his personality at first without it seeming ooc and picturing his role in the Madrigals' dynamics.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

(Don't judge me for this one lmao.)

The glass is dark, your reflection green

What do you feel when you fall on your spleen?

Is it pain? Is it greed?

Or are you-- freed?

[sanders-sides-fic]

A hole of your shape in my heart

So��� My brain went to war with me today. So I wrote some Anxceit-centred angst to cope. Consider yourself warned, this will hurt. I do hope you'll enjoy it regardless, though.

Trigger warnings: implied depression, mentions of panic attacks, self harm, fainting, memory loss

If I forgot a trigger or there is something you would like to be added to that list, please go ahead and tell me. You can do so anonymously as well.

It wasn't that bad at the beginning. A bit of a cold shiver, running down his spine. Ice that seemed to settle in his lounges. A dull ache. Nothing serious, really. He knew that it wasn't good to ignore it, he knew that from the start. And yet he couldn't help it.

They were happy. That was all that mattered to him then. Remus and Janus were happy. That was more important than a bit uncomfortableness. He was used to having panic attacks, mental breakdowns and the sudden urge to cry anyways. This didn't make such a big difference.

Except that it did.

You see, Remus was born without a soulmate. He just didn't have one. Janus, on the other hand, had an accident when he was younger. There was a nasty scar on the left side of his face, which he had covered up with a tattoo of a snake later. Ever since that accident, he'd been soul-blind. Colourblind for soulmates. He did have a soulmate, he just couldn't feel the bond anymore. Oh, it was still there, alright. He could feel that much. But he just couldn't tell anything beyond that. So he'd given up on finding that soulmate.

That's how Remus and Janus had gotten together in the first place. And that was wonderful. It was great. They made such a nice pair. They were happy and in love and sweet and… And it had come as a blow to the face to Virgil.

The three of them had been friends for years. When they'd become teens, Virgil had finally realised what the bond had been telling him all the time. The pretty sparkles around Janus, the glitter in the air that portrayed his emotion in colours, the warmth around his heart that reminded him of Janus. Janus could only feel that warmth. He wondered what it felt like to him. What he felt like to him. Because Janus was Virgil's soulmate.

Virgil had been a bit happy and a bit sad about that. Happy because he liked Janus and he knew him and that was fine. Sad because Janus couldn't tell that they were soulmates.

And that was why he kept telling himself that he'd tell Janus. For sure. But somehow he always ducked out the last moment. Something always happened. Just little things, but things that were bad enough to make him retreat into his shell.

He should have known. When Janus said he would give up on searching for a soulmate he couldn't even tell apart from the rest of the world, he should have known. And yet he hadn't expected Janus to start dating people. Janus was his soulmate, his. He didn't even consider the possibility that he might see other people. How very stupid of him.

He had almost told Janus that day. They were eighteen then, and he had bought a yellow nasturtium, Janus's favorite flower. It was inside a black pot that he'd made himself. He'd always liked to do pottery, it calmed him down. This was the best one he made so far, he thought.

He also wrote down what he wanted to say. How much Janus meant to him, how badly he wanted to be with him, that they were soulmates, that he didn't even mind that Janus couldn't tell and that he was sorry he hadn't said anything before. That it was okay if Janus needed time because this was so sudden, but that he hoped he'd give Virgil a chance anyways. Virgil had used his favorite paper. It was a bit fancy, but not over the top. And it smelled like Lavender, which always calmed him down. He'd wasted quite a bit of this paper because he kept starting over, but that was worth it. Janus was worth it.

But Janus had already told him that he wasn't waiting for his soulmate anymore. And when Janus arrived at his apartment that day, it was with his hand in Remus's.

"He asked me out earlier. I can't believe I said yes, the way he did it was terrible, really." But Janus had smiled, and Remus had laughed, and Virgil had been late.

He knew Remus wasn't to blame, and neither was Janus. They were happy right now. Remus hadn't been happy or confident when it came to the topic of love in forever. Janus had suffered because he'd always been so, so scared of his soulmate rejecting him for not being able to tell. And now they were happy and it was without him.

It hurt. A lot. But he didn't want to ruin their happiness. It was only his fault. He was to blame, for hesitating. For not wanting to ruin their friendship. For being selfish.

So he secretly took the letter and hid it in the bottom of his desk drawer. And he wished them the best.

After that, they started to drift away. Remus and Janus had a lot of date nights. And Virgil drifted away from them because he couldn't stand seeing them. It hurt too much, was all. Whenever Janus would smile at him, whenever Janus laughed, whenever Remus sighed and told him about a cute thing Janus had done, whenever they shared a milkshake, whenever they were so there, so with each other.

Whenever Janus insisted Virgil come as well, saying he missed him. Because Virgil knew, he knew that was because Janus could still feel the soulmate bond. But Janus didn't know, and Janus didn't see him that way, and that was just cruel. Why did fate do this to him? Why did it hate him so much?

After a while, when Virgil couldn't take it anymore, he begun to initiate fights. Janus was too much of a liar, he was too anxious to trust him. Remus was creepy and gross, he couldn't understand why he would say something like that. In the end, he became more and more of an asshole to the two of them. Their days were either spent apart or fighting, and Virgil would cry himself to sleep, pain and cold emptiness gnawing away at his soul.

After a while, he had pushed them so far away that he barely saw them at all anymore. And by then he was so used to it that he could just pretend everything was fine during the day. Sure, he couldn't bare to take off his hoody even in scalding hot summer. Sure, his panic attacks got worse and more frequent. Sure, he had started to wear black eyeshadow purely to hide the bags under his eyes. Sure, he woke up to dried tears on his face every single day. But it was fine. He was fine. He could take this, if it meant that the two most important people in his life were happy.

Patton, the soulmate of Remus's brother, had somehow ended up noticing how he was alone all the time now. And he'd adopted him into their friend group.

Roman and Remus were on bad terms with each other, so he barely knew them. It was kind of a fresh start, even if it was a rocky one. Remy and Roman were the least accepting of him. Roman because "A, he is the type of person Remus would hang out with. And, B, he hurt Remus with his sudden bullshit. Believe me, if you knew the things I learned through my brother…" and Remy just because he didn't want to breath the same air as him. Apparently.

Remy didn't hang out with the group if Virgil was with them. They meet up without him, which was a solution everyone was fine with. Besides, Remy had always liked to suddenly disappear and appear according to his mood. At least that was what his soulmate, Logan, said.

Roman, on the other hand, couldn't stay away that much. After all it was Patton who stuck to Virgil like friendly glue made out of puns, and Patton was Roman's soulmate. Both of them were extremely clingy too, apparently. So the two of them exchanged sarcastic comments and rude nicknames, but they didn't outright hate each other. At least Virgil didn't hate Roman.

Logan was nice to talk to. Almost as good at debates as Janus. They didn't have debates about philosophy, though. Those were reserved for Janus, and it felt like betraying him to have such a debate with someone else. They soon got to a point where hanging out was almost enjoyable, where they kind of liked each other.

And then, suddenly, it got a lot worse. A lot worse. So bad, Virgil couldn't get up in the morning. He couldn't eat anything, couldn't stop crying, could barely breath. About four panic attacks and one night of terrible, terrible loneliness later, Roman, Logan and Patton showed up at his door.

He couldn't help himself. He was so lonely, and he felt so worthless, and Patton was the only one who really wanted him around anyways. So he shrugged their concerns off, taking a sip from his hot coffee - the only acceptable hot beverage in August - and saying: "Well, I just… assumed you didn't want me around. I mean, you don't like me much anyways, so."

Patton had gasped in offence and horror, and Virgil couldn't help but smile at that, though the hole in his chest was still too much to bare and he couldn't look at them. "Yeah, yeah. Except you, Pat."

He'd been wrong. Logan drew up an entire chart to prove how much he contributed to their friend group and how much he provided. Even Roman told him that he was wanted, needed even. It was nice and wholesome, and to his surprise, it made him feel so much better. For just a moment, the hole inside his chest wasn't as icy and cold.

They ended up watching Disney that evening, with a bowl of popcorn and too much comments to actually concentrate on the movie. Later at night, Virgil even confessed that he knew his soulmate. A sore subject he didn't want to touch normally. They asked him why he was single, of course, whether it didn't work out between the two of them, whether that was even possible. And Virgil had shrugged. "I wouldn't know. We never tried, he already has someone." Then he'd chuckled. "I guess that was why I was such an asshole to Re and Jan when they got together, too. Kinda made me feel jealous and… lonely. Don't tell them, though. They don't even know that I already met my soulmate."

Janus would have been proud of him, for how well he had managed to lie to his new friends. Well, not lie directly. But a lie of omission, right?

There were many days like this after that. Days where everything got too much. His new friends understood that he sometimes had bad days. Patton would sent him videos of cute dogs and cats when he let them know he was out of order for that day. Roman would send him memes and Logan would tell him fun facts. It was precious of them, and it made Virgil feel a lot less lonely. The cold was still there, layered around the soulmate bond, the hole was just as gaping as always, but he didn't feel as lonely. And that was good enough.

Other days he could almost pretend that things were fine. He would be around his new friends for as long as his little, introverted heart allowed him. Then he'd listen to music, get stuff done, worry about dead lines and the world instead of Remus, or Janus and his absence in Virgil's life. Sometimes he would read, too. Or do pottery. He didn't do pots anymore though. Or flowers. Just art or tableware.

He didn't even mean to do it the first time. Really, it was an accident. He was just tired, and he did the dishes and then he accidentally cut himself with a knife. But as the blood trickled down his finger, the pain outside kind of overwhelmed the pain inside. So he sat down and watched his finger bleed. Because his hand was wet, it looked like more blood than it actually was.

He thought about that moment often after that, whenever the pain got too much to bare and he could barely hang on. And he did try to fight it, really, he did. But in the end, it was too tempting. Just a few cuts at a time, at first. Somewhere where no one would notice. With the hoody, that wasn't even that hard, actually. He always put on gauze, too, to make sure it didn't get infected.

It got a bit more when he heard from Roman that Janus and Remus had broken up. Apparently Janus felt weird dating Remus. They suspected that it was because Remus wasn't his soulmate - because Janus was Virgil's, his, he was supposed to date him and he wanted to yell it at Janus already, telling him the truth, finally holding him and kissing him and filling this Janus's formed hole in his heart - and Remus fully understood it. Things were a bit awkward between the two of them, but they would keep being friends.

And it got even more worse when Patton was Patton and decided to use this opportunity to get Virgil to make up with the two of them. It was nice of him, but the thing was that Janus was still Virgil's soulmate and didn't know about it.

He and Janus didn't get along too well. He made up with Remus way faster. And Roman didn't like Janus too much either, but once again Patton insisted on adopting the man into their friend group and Roman was too clingy to avoid him. But Janus made it, in the end. Of course Janus made it. He was dazzling and charismatic like that.

Only Virgil couldn't help keeping his defences up. If he let them down, he would tell him the truth. And he couldn't do that, not now, not until he made everything okay again. But he couldn't do that, not without letting his defences down and that just killed him on the inside.

And then he had a bad day. But he wanted to see Janus, so he got up and met up with the others. It helped. Seeing Janus there helped. Hearing him and Patton talking about Kant, watching him smile at Logan and joke around with both Remus and Roman… It helped. And yet it made him so much more aware of what he was missing.

Remus and Roman drove home together. Logan was supposed to meet Remy, so he had excused himself earlier. Patton worked in the café they'd been in, and his shift started after their meeting. So that left Virgil and Janus to walk out together.

Janus smelled like coconut, and his lips were a little chapped. Early winter, he always got chapped lips this time of year. The light made his skin glow, and from this angle with the way the light hit them his left eye looked a lot more golden than brown, unlike the right one.

It hurt. He wanted to grab Janus's hand, he wanted to kiss those lips, he wanted to hug him and never let him go, he wanted to grab him and hold him close until the smell of coconut would transfer to himself as well. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted so bad.

But how was he supposed to do any of it? How was he supposed to tell him?

In the end, he decided to just get it over with. Like a bandaid, just ripping it off. Straight out with it. But just when he was about to, had already taken a breath and opened his mouth…

"I missed you." Janus's melodic voice sounded way too sad. Virgil didn't like it. "Why did you just leave us behind, Virge? I missed you, but… You were acting so strange. You still are. Are you mad because I never texted you?"

He didn't say anything. Couldn't, even though he wanted to.

"If that's it, then I'm sorry. But, Virge, I… I did miss you. And you acting so cold to me really sucks. You're getting along fine with Remus now, so why not me?" He stopped and looked Virgil in the eyes, looking like he was searching for something. What, Virgil didn't know. But he didn't find it, judging by the way he averted his eyes. And that hurt, too. Everything hurt. He just wanted to go now. "I thought we were friends."

"No. I don't think we ever were supposed to be friends." Virgil took a deep breath. Now. He had to tell him now. Bandaid, remember? Just tell him. Virgil opened his mouth, looking at Janus.

Right. Just out with it. "The truth is we're soulmates. I'm sorry I never told you, I was scared. But I love you, Janus." Right. That was all he had to say. Just three sentences. Go on, do it. Please, just get them out already. It's been years now. You've known since you were sixteen, you've known for four years now. He deserves to know, too.

In the end, he shook his head. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I…" couldn't say it again. He ignored the tears gathering in his eyes as he turned away from Janus's hurt look. "I'm not feeling that good."

And he ran. He ran away, like he always did. God, he was such a coward. And for what?

At home, he pulled out the letter from last year. Then, he screamed. He couldn't take it anymore, he just screamed and sobbed. And he knew that it wasn't fair, that he'd done this to himself, but he was in so much pain. He just couldn't take it.

But he'd done this to himself. By hesitating, by not giving the letter, by ruining what little relationship he had with his soulmate, by pushing him away, by lying, by not saying what he wanted to. And what for? A fleeting happiness, a failed relationship, a churning ball of fear in his stomach?

Virgil didn't mean for it to get that bad. He meant to stop earlier. He didn't mean for the wounds to be that deep either. But they did, and he didn't, and he only really realised when he got dizzy at standing up. Oh. Oh, that was a lot of blood. And he was still bleeding. Damnit, he needed help. But who would…? Who could…

He grabbed his phone and called the first number in his contacts. It was Remus's voice that picked up after the second ring. "Hey, Rem. It's me." He winced at how weak his voice sounded. "I, uh… I did something stupid. And I know I've been an asshole, but I really, really need your help."

"Janus said you didn't feel so good." Remus sounded genuinely worried. And was that Janus's voice in the background? It was, wasn't it? Tears sprung to his eyes again.

"Yeah. Hey, tell him I'm sorry for me? I wanted to say something, but I didn't again, and… yeah." He couldn't understand the response he got. Blinking, he tried to stay awake. Falling asleep was bad, right? Oh, right. Remus. "Listen, Remus, I… Did something stupid. There's a lot of blood. I think I need to go to the hospital."

"Blood? The hospital? Virgil what did you do?!"

He flinched at the panicked voice. That didn't suit Remus at all. Wait, wasn't that Janus? Had Remus put him on speaker? Well, it didn't matter, really. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He said instead. And then: "I'm scared."

"Okay. Okay, shit. We're almost there. It's alright, we're almost- Take a left, Re, that's faster. We're almost there, okay Virge?"

"Okay." He hesitated, lump in his throat. He thought he could feel tears running down his face, but he was a bit too out of it to be sure. "Thank you."

They kept their word. He could hear Janus's shocked cry and Remus's cussing before the darkness took over.

❖

When he woke up, he was in a white room. Around him, he could see a bunch of people. One with dirty blonde hair and freckles, holding hands with a brunette with glasses. Next to them sat a man with similar glasses and black hair. On the other side was a man much like the first, but with one strand dyed silver and the rest chestnut brown. And another man, who stole the breath right out of his lunges.

Long, golden hair, tied up to a bun, pale skin, warm eyes somewhere between gold and brown, and a snake tattoo on his left cheek. He wore black, with yellow and gold accessories, and he was absolutely stunning. Around him there were weird fireworks, almost like glitter. Did the others see that, too? It was blue, and something inside him told him that that was worry. The same part clenched around his heart, demanding to make the worry go away.

But… "Who are you?"

They all gasped, looking at him. "Virgil?! Oh my god, you're awake." That was the voice of the man with the dyed hair. What was his name? He couldn't quite remember.

"I don't… Who are you? Where am I? Do I know you? I think I know you, but…" He trailed off, regretting having said anything when hurt crossed the stunning man's face. "Sorry."

"Oh, no, you don't… I'm sorry. I should've noticed you were hurting." He sighed, putting on an obviously fake smile as he grabbed his - Virgil's? His name was Virgil, had the man said, right? - hand. "We are your friends, Virgil. That's Logan, Patton, Roman, and Remus. And I am Janus." Janus. Yeah, Virgil though, that fit him. But somehow, Janus looked like he was steeling himself for something. He took a deep breath, smiling more, tears in those wonderful eyes. "I'm you soulmate."

"My soulmate?"

Janus nodded, clutching a purple piece of paper in his hand. "Yes. It's a bit complicated, but, I am. We're soulmates."

Virgil nodded, looking around. There were a lot of people around him. And they all looked so happy to see him awake. His friends and his soulmate, huh? Virgil looked back to Janus. "There's a lot of people here."

"Do you want us to go, kiddo?" That was Patton who'd said that, right? He sounded sad at the idea, and Virgil didn't like it much either. So he shook his head.

"No. I was just thinking, there's a lot of people caring about me."

He got a few sad smiles in return. "Of course, Virge. We all love you very much. And don't you dare to forget that again, you hear?" Janus clenched Virgil's hand in his and put it to his forehead, almost desperately. "Don't you ever dare forget that I love you. You idiot."

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[itsalwaysme-1]

Luisa is a big teddy bear

Luisa x (female) reader

Warnings: abuse, fluff

          It was always hard for me growing up and having a family that doesn't really pay attention to you was really lonely. I had just turned 19 last week and didn't really celebrate it, but the only person that actually cared was my best friend Luisa. We have known each other for a while now and my parents don't even know I talk to her."Y/N! Hey down here and make yourself useful!" Your mother snarled.

            You slowly breathe in and out, preparing yourself to avoid her incoming words. You walked downstairs to see your mother in the kitchen smoking and your father drinking beer in the living room. "What did you need, mother?" You looked at her with a depressed look. "Go out and get some food for tonight and you better not get anything crappy cuz you're fixing dinner tonight, so you better be fast." You didn't reply or anything, you just followed what you were told.   

            You hurried to slip on some shoes and left the house without a sound. You walked down the village to the market. You peacefully go about your day humming a sweet toon that Luisa always hummed while she worked. "Hey I recognize that hum from anywhere." You turned around to see who was talking behind you.

     You were relieved to see Luisa there cuz no one else knew that hum except you and her."Luisa, you started me, how have you been?" You said with a smile. It was like everyone of your problems drifted away."Ha ha, well so far my days have been alright but it's even better now that you're here!" 

   Luisa screamed with excitement "woah someone's in a good mood." You both walked together and headed to wherever you were going. " Yeah I don't know, ever since we rebuilt castita, my life changed somehow and I like it!" You liked seeing her so happy, seeing her beautiful smile and laugh was enjoyable to watch. You couldn't help but feel a strong emotion in your face.

     "So what are you up to?" Luisa curiously asked. You finally snapped out of your train of thought. "Oh my parents want me to pick up some things from the market." You replied.

   "Oh fun, do you mind if I join you? No, not at all." Luisa asking and answering her own question. You couldn't help but laugh at her cute remark. You both walk to the market while talking and laughing with each other. 

   You finally made it to the market, had your basket in your hand ready to get some things. Luisa saw you grabbing the ingredients for pasta. "Hmmm, what are you making tonight?" Luisa said while leaning over your shoulder. "Oh I'm making something for my family, It's family night,every Wensdays."

    You lied straight through your teeth, you knew what was going to happen when you got home anyway. You paid for the things and while Luisa was at it she decided to buy herself a freshly grown papaya for a snack while walking with you. You both left the market and realized that you had some time left, so u took that advantage to spend some alone time with Luisa. "Hey Luisa, do you want to go to the lake before you do your chores?" You nervously said.

  "Of course, I have some time that I can squeeze in." Luisa replied. You and her walk together to the lake where the two mountains had split. "Well here we are." Luisa said as she was walking towards the lake. You sat your basket of food down while watching to see what Luisa was going to do.

     The next thing you know she started to undress from her outer clothes to wear all you saw was her bra and underwear. I tryed not to glue my eyes on her body and thought of how perfect it was." Y/n what's taking you so long! Come in, it's too hot for you to stay in the heat." Luisa had a shoulder in excitement at me begging me to come in. "No I can't, my parents would kill me, but I can rest my feet in if that makes you feel better." 

   Luisa just eye rolled you with a smirk written across her face. You walked over to the river, sat down on the bright green grass and just watched Luisa have fun. You enjoyed watching her splash in the water like a little kid and making up bad jokes that you laughed at. You trunes your head for a quick second to look in your basket to see if you forgot anything and turned back to Luisa. You did not see her, you eye balled everyonch of the lake while still sitting down to see if you could spot her. 

   Worry started to fill your eyes. As you were about to get up, Luisa jumped up from under the surface of the water only inches from you. "Did I scare you?" Luisa said with a chuckle. She crossed her arms and rested them on your lap. Luisa was ready to tell you that she liked you but at the same time she was nervous, she didn't wanna ruin your friendship. 

    She was going to have to tell you anyway because it was taking a big toll on her. She slowly uncrossed her hands and rested the palm of her hands on your thighs. A deep blush crossed your face. "Y/n, I have been meaning to tell you something for a while now. And I know that we have been friends for a while and we'll I-" Luisa was cut off by you.        

"ILOVEYOULUISAANDIKNOWTHISMAYSEEMALITTLEWEIRDCUZWEVEBEENFRIENDSFORYEARSANDWASWONDERINGIFYOIWOULDLIKETOBEMYGIRLFRIEND?" You spitted out so quickly hoping that Luisa hurd it so you didn't have to repeat yourself again. "I'M SORRY!" You said, about to run away and cry but you felt Luisa grab your hand and pull you into the water with her. "Why are you sorry?" Before you got to say anything, Luisa lifted your chin up to her face and placed a nice but long gentle kiss on your lips. 

    You were shocked at first but then went along with it. Her lips were so soft and sweet, her kiss had the sweet taste of papaya. You both start to turn your head continuously enjoying this never lasting kiss. You both pulled away and took a quick breath and you cuped Luisa's face into another kiss. You felt her strong hands grab you and hold you in front of her. 

   You had your legs locked around her weist pleasing each other with more kisses, but little did they know that they were being watched. The person that was watching you was someone that your parents knew. That person took a few photos of you and Luisa making out and they knew exactly who they were going to show it to. You both pulled away from each other's glossy lips, taking sharp breaths." I didn't know you were a good kisser y/n.

   " Luisa teased. You couldn't help but blush at her remark. You had finally snapped out of it and quickly turned to Luisa. " WHAT TIME IS !?" You shouted. You had completely lost track on time."5:30, why?" Oh nonononono, I should have been back at the house hours ago. 

   You rushed yourself out of the lake along with Luisa doing the same. Lusia just threw her clothes on, not caring about how it looked on her. You started to sprint leaving Luisa behind but it didn't take long for Luisa to catch up to you. " Y/N, * huffing puffing* What's wrong." Luisa panting and worried about why you ran away.

   " I was supposed to be home hours ago and know they're going to kill me." A tear started to fall down your cheek. It was heartbreaking for Luisa to see you crying like that. You both finally made it to the village. You both stop for a quick second to catch your breath.

    You were just a few feet away from your home. You wiped the tears away from your face, turned to Luisa with a scared look on her. You turned your head towards Luisa with a sad smile. "I love you." She said before walking through the door.  

    Luisa did not go anywhere; she was pretending to do some chores around your house to see if she would hear anything bad happen even though she didn't have Dolores' gift. As soon as you walked in the house you felt an extremely hard smack across your face. " WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, AND WHERE'S THE FOOD AT!" Your father shouted while holding a belt in his hand ready to hit you once a word came out. Damn it I forgot the basket at the lake, you thought to yourself.

     "Oh and do you want to explain this!" Your mother walked into the room with photos in her hand of you and Luisa making out. I was confused. I didn't know what to say

    . I was too scared to say anything. You were attempting to get your words out, when you felt a bottle hit your head, there was blood everywhere and you tumbled onto the floor crying, your mother was the one who threw it "I WILL NOT HAVE A GAY FAGOT DAUGHTER WHEN LIVING UNDER THSI ROOF!" Your mother shouted. On top of that your father punched you, beat you with a belt and burned you with a lighter on your shoulder. "I told you this kind of stuff wouldn't happen if you would have just listened." 

    That's when you let out a loud yelp to wear Luisa was able to hear it. She knew you were in trouble so she hurried to your house and barged in there. You couldn't see anything at the time but you saw a figure of a big woman enter. Then everything went black. Luisa burst into tears when she saw you on the floor beaten into a bloody pulp.

    She threw your parents across the room to get them off of you. They eventually backed off so she was able to take you to her mom. She charged towards Casita letting her tears take over her faith. Luisa finally made it to the entrance of the door."Casita opens the door!"

     Casita opened it's doors allowing Luisa to enter. "MAMI I NEED YOUR HELP!!" Luisa cried out. "I'm coming baby!" Juila replied, as she walked into the kitchen, but when she saw you badly hurt she rushed towards the fridge to get any leftovers and give it to you.

     Luisa sat in a chair with you still in her arms praying to God that you were still able to eat. Juila got some bread out of the fridge and rushed to give it to you. You woke up a little trying to gain the strength to eat. You manage to eat 1 bite and start to feel the pain go away. You fully woke up to find yourself in Luisa's arms and seeing her cry tears of joy.

    You wrapped your arms tightly around Luisa's neck crying and she immediately hugged you back. You both cried in each other's arms. "Thank you for saving me!" You whined. "Anything for you.

     " Luisa replied, hugging you tighter but not too tight to where she's crushing you. You looked her dead in the eyes, got closer to her lips, cuped her face and kissed her with passion. "I hope you were going to tell me about this, so you're more than friends now?" Juila teased. Sorry Mami, I was going to tell you, but other things came up. 

    "It's ok mi vida, I'm just glad you told me and I support you every step of the way." She said proudly. Now that you were feeling better, Julia looked at you and questioned, "what happened anyway?" You looked at her trying not to cry again, "my parents."

     You sat there in silence. Waiting to see what she was going to say."aw mi vida, no matter what you say you're staying here with us and I will treat you like my own. Don't worry about your parents, we are taking care of them." Juila replied. Then you and Luisa shared another kiss.

I hope you enjoy this ☺️☺️

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello there! I was wondering if you could do a Taka x reader where it’s based on the song Helpless from the musical Hamilton, if you haven’t heard of the song I suggest listening to it’s such a wholesome song and thought if fit, of course I’m not forcing ya if you don’t want to do this, but if you do thank you and have a wonderful day/night.

You had me at “Hamilton”. And d u d e you just took me back to my Deviantart days where I’d write songfics all the time!

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Boy, you got me helpless! Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm Helpless! Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em

It was prom night at Hope’s Peak Academy--the first of its kind, in fact, and the staff aimed to make it an annual event.

What better way to celebrate Class 78′s accomplishments this year than to host a fun event full of dancing, food, and music?

The night had just begun, and everyone was already having a good time. They dressed formally and talked among themselves, ate some of the food at the tables, or danced with each other.

You, on the other hand, just sat at one of the tables alone, sipping your drink as you observed everything that was going on:

Leon was dressed in a white tux, looking like a helpless romantic as he tried getting one of the girls to dance with him--only to pout and shuffle away at their rejections.

Toko was following Byakuya around, as usual. She shot you a dirty look when you were staring, so you smiled and politely waved to her, turning your attention to the food table..

Where Aoi was hogging all the sweets while Sakura, who wore a cute dress, smiled and shook her head as she helped herself to some snacks, too.

Even now, it still fascinated you that...all these people came from different backgrounds, with different talents and ambitions.

And yet, this prom made you all feel less like Ultimates and more like normal highschoolers who loved to party.

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room Then you walked in and my heart went "Boom!"

“Oh! [Y/n]! There you are! How are you?”

Glancing over, you noticed Sayaka rush over to you, taking the seat next to you. She had this nervous, intense look as she leaned closer to you. Her eyes went to Leon, who was now sulking at the bleachers.

“I guess he’s been on your tail all night?” You chuckled. 

“Y-Yeah..” She sat upright, now calm as she smiled. “I feel bad for rejecting him but...singing’s more my strong suit, y’know?”

The pop idol became like a sister to you--you two stuck together like glue, always looking out for each other and being the “optimists” of the class.

You blinked as you saw the gym doors being thrown open, before seeing two of your classmates rush in: Taka, who looked pale and sweaty, and Mondo, who was just grinning as he patted the prefect’s back.

‘Guess they showed up here together.’ You thought, but when Taka’s eyes went to meet yours from across the gym, you quickly looked away, flustered...for some reason.

What’s gotten into you? 

Your heart was already skipping beats just from looking at him.

Of course..it didn’t help you had a slight crush on the handsome black-haired male.

Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine Grab my sister, and whisper "Yo, this one's mine." (Oooh) 

“Oooooh, I see someone has a crush~!”

“Wha..” You stared back at Sayaka, jaw dropping. “H-How did you come to that conclusion?!”

“Oh, it’s just my intuition.” She smiled innocently. “But actually..it’s been painfully obvious to everyone here.”

“E-Everyone?!”

“Well, except for him, of course. Though now that he’s here...this is your chance!”

“Chance to...?”“

“Ask him to dance with you, silly!” Sayaka huffed as she gestured to the colorful dance floor. “What do you have to lose?”

“My dignity...” You mumbled, shaking your head. “There’s no way I could ever do that. He’s probably only here to enforce the rules..”

“Hm, I guess I can always ask him for you!”

“Wait hold on-”

But it was too late, as the pop idol jumped out of her seat and quickly rushed to the other side of the gym despite your protests. Though she waited until the two late comers were alone to talk to the Ultimate Moral Compass.

My sister made her way across the room to you (Oooh) And I got nervous, thinking "What's she gonna do?" (Oooh) She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin' "I'm through" (Oooh) Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm-  

You just sat there awkwardly, feeling nervous and embarrassed. ‘C’mon..why couldn’t I have just talked to him? Maybe he’ll say no..’

Even though part of you didn’t want that, you just sighed and decided to distract yourself by getting another drink. Though as you did, your eyes glanced back to Sayaka, who was holding Taka’s arm as he leaned down to hear what she was whispering.

All while she gestured to you.

‘Welp, I’m through..this is where I die..’

As your face heated up, you looked elsewhere--noticing Junko and Mukuro in the corner. They were chatting with each other, but they were apparently having a sparring match, too, that resulted in their dresses being torn up.

You’d rather deal with them than the potential humiliation of-

“Oh! [Y/n]! I heard you were in need of a dance partner?”

Taka’s booming voice startled you a bit, being loud and clear over the music, and you turned around to see him standing in front of you with a bright smile. He had his usual white trousers and black boots, though he wore a white suit with a simple red bowtie that matched his stunning eyes well-

Wait..did your brain really call them “stunning”??

Welp, they certainly captivated you.

"U-Uh..yeah!” You managed to squeak out.

Helpless! Look into your eyes (Oh, look at those eyes) And the sky's the limit (Oh!) I'm helpless (I know) Down for the count And I'm drownin' in 'em

With a laugh he took your hand, bringing you towards the still-vacant dance floor. “I see this as an excellent learning opportunity! Considering I’ve never really..learned how to dance myself,” he admitted, cheeks growing flushed. “B-But I know you’d be great! So teach me all that you know!”

You were equally as flustered. “There’s no way to explain how to dance. Just...follow my footsteps and the music, and..that’s all there is to it.”

“Huh..it’s that simple? Well, I shall give it my all!” He proudly declared.

Your smile only grew. Taka’s enthusiasm was so contagious, despite his usual strictness during normal school hours. 

But you could see he was trying to loosen up and have a bit of fun.

So you were more than happy to show him how to dance--as it allowed you to get lost in his eyes for as long as the songs played.

Of course, you did stumble a bit..and so did he, which made you both embarrassed. 

Though it was still an enjoyable moment you’d never forget.

‘I definitely owe Sayaka big time.’

I'm helpless! (I'm so into you) Look into your eyes (I am so) And the sky's the limit (into you) I'm helpless! (I know) I'm down for the count And I'm drownin' in 'em

[justformyheroacademia]

Tamaki In The Bathroom

I swear I tried to write some fluff, but my brain is v tired made it angsty, sorry.

Contains description of a panic attack and social anxiety

Tamaki x F!Reader, Angst

He didn’t want to go to this party. People from every high school would fill the house to the brim. Tamaki remembered how his stomach dropped as Mirio went into significant detail about the party. While Tamaki would rather stay at the dorm with his three friends, you were over the moon about it. You asked endless questions—who was going to be there, where it was being held, when did it start and end—with sparkling eyes and an enormous grin.

Obviously you wanted to go. Free drinks, an endless supply of fun, people—who would want to miss it? For you, a social butterfly and a popular extrovert at UA, it was a dream come true! Tamaki, with his permanent bedhead, always wanted to relax at home with his close/only friends.

“I don’t know, Y/N…” He muttered to his friends as they walked from class to the dorms. “C’mon, Tama, it could be a lot of fun!” You began your default argument, which never worked on the introvert. Tamaki absentmindedly nodded along, making you think he was taking in and considering your words. This was a common occurrence between you two; Tamaki would be unsure, you would go on your spiel about how socialising is good, then he would make up an excuse not to go. It happened every time without fail.

Leaves of varying shades of red, orange, and yellow drifted through the perfect autumn breeze—not too warm, not too cold. Your voice was the only thing filling the silence. He wasn’t listening to your words. All he heard was your voice being carried by emotion. Every subtle shift in your tone when you thought you made an interesting point.

Before long, the both of you arrived at the dorm. You followed close behind, still monologuing, as the taller boy made his way inside. Nejire shouted a greeting to you from the kitchen as you both sat on the couch.

The blue-haired girl emerged from the kitchen holding a plate covered in fruit and holding a bottle of water. She sat on the chair to your right. “You say something about a party, Y/N?” She picked a perfectly sliced piece of watermelon and ate it. You nodded and recited Mirio’s words from your last class. Once she finished chewing, she responded, “Oh, cool. Is it okay if I invite some of Class 1-A?” You nodded again.

The hours dragged on. Now all the Big Three were home and—much to Tamaki’s demise—three-fourths of the house agreed on attending the friend-of-a-friend’s party.

He brutely rubbed his temples with the heels of his hands. Why did he have to have such extroverted friends? He swore as he paced around the compact dorm room. Back and forth. Approach his tidy study desk, turn, pace, almost run into his closet door, turn, pace, repeat. The mind-numbing process helped him mull over his options.

Option one; say he needs to study. No, he shakes his head out of frustration. They would immediately suspect he’s lying and force him out.

Option two; lie about helping a friend with schoolwork. A little easier than the former. But, unlike the first, he was unsure how much his friends knew. He couldn’t find someone at the last second to help him lie. Then there was another flaw—if he just named someone at random and they discovered the same person at the party. Tamaki threw his hands up to his face and groaned in frustration. Why couldn’t he be a normal person who could talk to people?

He threw himself onto his bed, hands now down at his sides. Maybe there was a third option.

Option three; go to the party. Your words seeped into his mind. Maybe it could be fun. Meet new people, experience a traditional high school party that he’s heard so much about. If he was there with people he knew, there was a possibility it could be enjoyable. Tamaki stared up at the bland white ceiling, contemplating his thoughts. Who knows, maybe he’d get some alcohol in his system and be able to muster up the courage to make his move on you, something his anxiety wouldn’t allow him to do in a million years soberly. Scenarios played in his mind of you and him, finally together after years of pinning after you.

Before he could go to far into fantasy, rapid knocking on the dorr broke him out of his head. Mirio, in usual fashion, waltzed into his room. The more confident of the two and, in Tamaki’s mind, more useful and powerful hero, began the usual talk about convincing him to come with the group out somewhere. In a moment of rare confidence, mid-lecture, Tamaki stood up. “No need, I wanna go.”

Mirio interchanged between sentences of praise for Tamaki’s willingness to attend a social event and of comfort if he gets overwhelmed by anything there on the way to the party. While on the walk, he learned that you and Nejire went along to the party and that the two boys would meet you both there. Butterflies were going rampant in his stomach and his legs felt as stable as Jello. The burst of confidence was rapidly draining out of his body. He just wanted to meet up with you again and maybe he would feel a little better.

The two entered the house, and it resembled some of Tamaki’s worst nightmares. Alcohol spilt onto the floor, attempting to glue his shoes to the disgusting floor permanently. Screaming of pop lyrics filled the air as the owners of the voices bumped into him, some spilling their drinks on his casual clothes. A fairly visible cloud of smoke stung his eyes and burnt his nose with its foul odor. He sputtered, not given a second to adjust to the unfamiliar environment as Mirio dragged him by his sleeve towards the backyard.

Outside of the house was a much more serene scene. Many were sitting on the patio in a variety of chairs, casually chatting and laughing. By an out-of-commission hot tub near the back of the yard was Nejire, talking with a small group of people he recognized from his classes. She excused herself from the group and greeted the two as they approached. Tamaki looked around, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Oh, she grabbed some drinks for when you guys got here. She should be in the kitchen somewhere, if you wanna drag her back out here,” she said as she pointed towards the visible kitchen. Tamaki nodded and, swallowing his emerging anxiety, made his way back into the war zone to find you.

The entire house had an open layout. The living room, now temporarily a mosh pit, connected to the kitchen where the party host included every form of food and liquid you could dream of. He glanced over every party guest’s head and didn’t spot you anywhere. Worry bubbled its way up his throat as he continued his search.

Living room, kitchen, hallway, upstairs—you were gone. Simple worry soon turned into ferocious panic. His heart quickened the pace as his vision tunneled. His legs became wobbler with each step. Sweat dripped down his forehead and soaked into his shirt collar. He knew what was happening. He was having a panic attack. Fuck. He knew he shouldn’t have come. If he didn’t, he would be fine. He’d be sitting in his room reading and not on the verge of a panic attack in a house full of people. Breaths turned into pants as he stumbled through the upstairs hallway, searching for a secluded place for him to relax.

Thankfully, luck was on his side that night. He twisted a doorknob leading to a bedroom. When he realised no one was using the room, he all but dove inside. He slid onto the carpeted floor, comfortingly hugging his knees tightly to his chest like a child would. God, he hated when he got like this. He felt so weak, so powerless. So useless. Tamaki shoved his face into his knees, ignoring the slight pain he would later regret.

What felt like barely a minute to Tamaki was in actuality an hour in the actual world. He muttered affirmations to himself, something he learned from you. When he finally felt ready and calm, the raven-haired boy rose to his shaky feet. He controlled his breathing and rubbed dried tears off of his face as he walked towards the attached bathroom.

Instinctively shutting the door behind him, the boy filled with anxiety studied himself in the mirror. Usually messy hair, now somehow more of a mess than ever. Black eyes swollen and red from how aggressively he rubbed them. He sighed as he turned on the faucet to wash his face.

Before he could leave the bathroom, Tamaki heard the door to the bedroom open and close. Mentally, he groaned at this, not wanting to deal with any more people. Socially drained from barely five minutes of this dumb party, he just wanted to go home. But, he was emotionally drained to where he didn’t care that he would disrupt this person from their activities. Or persons, as he could tell by the quiet giggling of a man and a woman. Whatever, he silently murmured. He’d just walk out of the bathroom, apologize to the couple, and leave to find his friends. So simple, right? Wrong.

Thinking no further, Tamaki walked out of the bathroom. He opened his mouth to apologize to the couple trying to enjoy themselves before he felt his throat close up. There you were, pinned on a random strangers bed, groping and kissing, laughing and enjoying yourself with someone who wasn’t him.

He stood outside of the bathroom door, while he had you in his arms. Your lips were attached to his, not Tamaki’s. Your hands weren’t tangled in his black hair, but Shinsou’s purple locks. The sight of it broke him. Both you and Shinsou stared at him in shock. Tamaki weakly stuttered, “Sorry,” before bolting out of the room. He heard your protests, you asking him to wait up so you could explain what just happened, but he couldn’t deal with it.

Tamaki sprinted down the stairs and out the front door, more tears gathering in his eyes. No matter how much he tried to stop thinking, his mind forced the image of you underneath Shinsou to the front of his mind. He heard Nejire and Mirio call his name; he heard your voice among them, but he ignored it all. He wanted to be home.

[iswateredibletho]

How would the tf2 mercs wrap gifts?

To anyone who still has trouble getting into the holiday spirit or calming down from the stress around holidays (like me), I present:

the mercenaries gift wrapping headcanons!

Scout

He's bad at wrapping, he gets his fingers tangled in tape, paper is crumpled in multiple places. It's done, it's finally done. Realizes that he left the price tag on. Tears away the paper again, removes the tag, slaps a bow on it. Throws it in a gift bag and calls it a day.

He's got a regular paper gift bag, he didn't have anything particular in mind when he went to pick it, but he found something that he personally liked and thought was nice to look at, one day will just buy a plain paper bag and decorate it himself.

Uses no ribbon.

Gift is accompanied by a really neat completely hand drawn card that he spent hours making and got everyone on the team to sign.

Soldier

Uses too much tape, somehow manages to wrap it. He often uses not enough paper which results in a bald spot where the paper is missing. He repairs it but the pattern is mismatched. There's so much tape wrapped around it that it'll be impossible to open for anyone. He's proud.

Steals borrows wrapping paper from Engie and Pyro, regular plastic duck tape, sometimes uses silver tape when he runs out.

Probably no ribbon. Slaps on one of those pre-made shiny bows if he's feeling fancy!

No name tags, just writes peoples names straight on the wrapping paper in his crooked handwriting. Slides little sweets and Christmas cookies along with gifts.

Sniper

He doesn't find particular enjoyment in the process, but he gets it done quickly and for the most part efficiently.

Uses brown Kraft paper. He likes things simple.

Uses no glue and ties natural twine 2 to 4 times around it to hold the paper in place, somehow it works out for him.

Sometimes he ties a little pine twig or other evergreen into the twine bow which adds a really homey touch to his gifts. Doesn't use name tags, he just hands the gift over to the person directly and watches them open it. Doesn't usually do cards but when he does it's always something wacky he found in a souvenir store while travelling and found it funny, so he had to get it and now you have to see it too.

Engineer

Has extremely precise measurement and folds. Never wastes wrapping paper. Never has a single crook or imperfection on the finished gift, looks like a machine did it. He sometimes plays around with elaborate ways to wrap gifts, like wrapping diagonally, combining multiple wrapping papers together etc. Always puts items in a box before wrapping them. Uses paper cutter, never scissors. This man is a gift wrapping god.

Classic wrapping paper with geometric and cheesy holiday patterns of no more than 3 colors. Either uses glue or some sort of advanced origami magic because his wrapping holds together perfectly, and there's never any tape.

Uses classic fabric ribbon to finish off everything. Plays around with the placement, tying it around the corners, diagonally, etc. Gets help with tying the bows from Demo.

Ponders adding name tags because he doesn't want to break the visual composition of his master work. Will hand you your gift with a mug of hot cocoa with cream and a big smile.

Demoman

Demo always wraps gifts straight on without any box, even if it's things like clothes or odd shaped items. He somehow manages to wrap them well on a first try!

Wrapping paper with pressed pattern texture, very pretty and fun to run your hands over. Nobody knows where he got it from, and he seems to have an unlimited supply of it. Uses washi tape and wraps it around the gift as a finishing touch instead of ribbon.

Rarely uses ribbon, but when he does, he hand-ties the pettiest bows.

Expect cutesy colorful name tags. If he gave you a Christmas sweater he's not going to leave you alone until you wear it. Will give long warm hugs that smell like Christmas spices and a hint of eggnog.

Medic

Puts item in a small box then puts that box inside a box then puts it all inside a bigger box, then wraps. Masterful folds and clean cut edges, similar to Engie. Doesn't go crazy inventive with the ways of wrapping, sticks to the simple folding patterns. Indulgent scissor glider.

His wrapping paper has simplistic geometric patterns of 2 colors. He uses that really nice matte scotch tape and places it tastefully without using too much of it

Uses excessive lengths of that shiny thin curly ribbon, plain name tags.

Don't mind the occasional little splatters of blood and bird feathers that might make their way onto the wrapped gifts, he really tries. Sings holiday carols loudly and encourages everyone to join.

Heavy

As of wrapping, he manages. I's not as neatly done as Engie or Medic, but he manages to make it look well-thought-out. Clean folds. Uses paper tape.

Uses dense tissue paper in earthy tones. Occasionally borrows wrapping paper from Medic.

No ribbon.

Gifts have little heartfelt written notes in them. Gifts smell nice, like old wood, herbal tea and beeswax. Heavy gives tasteful minimalist typography cards to everyone. Will talk about his favourite holiday themed literature & plays to whoever shows interest.

Pyro

Uses too much paper so theres a lot of wobbly folds around the wrapping. Wraps gifts boxless. Wraps multiple small gifts individually, they get scattered everywhere, decides to put them in a small bag and adds some colorful shredded filler to top it off. Loves scissor gliding but does it very clumsily.

Wrapping paper with crazy and cluttered patterns on it, with childish motives like cartoons and animals, colorful, will bring a smile to your face just by looking at it

Gets tangled in ribbon and usually decides not to add it. Decorates name tags with stickers!

Gifts are accompanied by small handmade candle holders (decorated with macaroni art, pompoms, glitter!). Gifts are confetti bombs and card may or may not be a glitter bomb, also hand drawn!!

Spy

It's not that he doesn't care, he's a perfectionist and wants things done right, handled by the right people. So he usually pays someone at the store to wrap his gifts for him. Will come to Engie for help if he's running out of time/options, but he'll bring his own paper, and he'll have annoying questions and prompts the entire time. He just wants it to be perfect he's stress on two legs ok.

Solid color wrapping paper that somehow feels expensive, really sturdy and nice to the touch, sometimes with minimal patterns like gold flakes.

Fancy singular ornament placed on top (think pre-tied fancy bow with excess stuff, like charms attached to it).

His gifts smell nice, like an expensive cologne and exotic spices. Doesn't give cards but accompanies his gifts with a very warm speech wishing you a happy holiday and shares long meaningful eye contact.

// I really wanted to request this prompt on a writing blog but I just couldn't decide which one, and I already had so many ideas so I just decided to write some myself. Feel free to add your own stuff/do your own takes on this, I would love to see them!

I wish you all wonderful holidays!

[aurorajay]

I love making costumes but I always feel bad about my skill level being far below everyone else’s. Even though I love making costumes they never look good quality. Any advice?

It's easier to answer specific questions about a project vs. a general "how to be good”, but I'm gonna give it my best shot.

First off, go easy on yourself, you're learning! I know I'm still learning. Hell, the seasoned pro of 3 decades is still learning! Every fuck up and mediocrity is a step of improvement. I won't tell you that practice makes perfect, because it doesn't. It will make you better, great even. But it won't make you perfect. No one ever achieves perfection. And that's okay! Literally every single piece I've ever made has multiples elements I would change if i could. Even the ones that look good, like the now-popular moth cape. I will do lots of things differently when i make my next one.

Also, I know from experience how hard it is to avoid comparing yourself to others, especially online. So when we (inevitably) do, I think it's important to remember that there can be a BIG difference between in person and photos. That cool looking cosplay armour? Upon closer inspection it might be held together by hot glue. That pretty formal gown? It might have a real shitty fraying seam down the back. All we see is a carefully curated version of reality.

It's hard offering practical tips without more info to go on, but hopefully some of this will help. I think what makes a good looking costume can be broken down into 4 basic elements, so here’s what I think are the most important things to consider

Design: This is the part that people seem to have the easiest time with, and I can help the least with. Coming up with the idea. And when you’re costuming just for the pure enjoyment of it, there are no bad ideas! Now everyone approaches this differently, whether it's sketches, moodboards, or diagrams. Unless someone else is executing the concept, it doesn't even need to look remotely good! As long as you understand what the design is supposed to be, it works.

I will say to design with practical considerations in mind though. Think about where, how, and why it will be worn. Plan for things like zippers and buttons to get in and out, the weather where it will be worn, how much movement will be required, etc. You don’t want to end up sweaty and stuck in a polyester bodysuit that can only be opened with the help of two assistants in say, an outdoor summer event in LA.

Materials: This can be tricky, because it’s dependant on your resources. Materials are expensive, and quality ones even more so. But researching options and picking the best fit for your project is important. Making a historical piece? Stick to natural fibers. Cosplaying a superhero? You're gonna need spandex.

If you're short on funds, going through second hand stores can be real handy. Bigger ones will sometimes have actual yardage, but you can find sheets, curtains, saris, and all sorts of things to take apart and use. Get familiar with the properties and names of different textiles. You'll eventually develop a skill for spotting the nice stuff.

More specialized tools/materials like say fosshape or sewing machine attachments are harder to stumble across, but there will be online sales. If i find something good for cheap I buy it and hang onto it for later projects. If possible, take advantage of sales and rare finds while you can. You're a dragon and materials are your hoard!

Construction: Obviously you want your costume to be well-made, but this means knowing and mastering different techniques. It's a slow process, but one everyone is capable of undetaking! Firstly, you need to familiarize yourself with technical terms to make finding the actual tutorials easier. One of my go-to resources for this is The Sewing Book, by Reader's Digest. (There’s also a newer version available, I’ll include it below). It covers a wide variety of techniques, materials, etc. and has fantastic diagrams. Can’t recommend it enough

Companies that sell specialized stuff like thermoplastics or casting resin often have tutorials on their websites which can be indispensable to learning to use them properly. As well as very important safety precautions. They will also sometimes list external how-to sources or sell instructional books.

Take a close look at clothes and costumes you own to understand how they are put together. Figure out what techniques are appropriate to use where. A flat fell seam is great for jeans and french seam is perfect for chiffon, but try the reverse and it will be a pain. Take pictures and make sketches of interesting details that catch your eye. You can come back to them for ideas later.

I try and incorporate at least 1 new technique into every project I make, that way I'm always learning. But don't jump straight to trying it out on the final piece! Always make a sample (or several) beforehand. And keep the samples for later reference! I'm trying to amass a big scrapbook-style binder of samples, which is sooo so handy to come back to when it's been a while since you've done something.

Fit: This is the final, and possibly most difficult element of costuming. No matter how cool the design, how fancy the materials, and how good the construction, if something doesn’t fit right it’s going to look and feel wrong. Most of us here are making costumes for ourselves, which means you're going to need help. Measuring and fitting clothes on yourself is a nightmare, so enlist a friend or family member to give you a hand.

The other thing you can do it is to get a dress form/mannequin. These are pricey, and will probably need to be customized with padding and such anyways, so I recommend you DIY it. Again, you will need a helper, because the easiest way to get a custom dress form it to just straight up duct tape yourself into a crappy old shirt, cut it off, then stuff it. There’s tons of tutorials online for this, it’s a tried and true cheap method.

I highly recommend learning some basic pattern drafting, and that’s honestly the hardest part. You can rely on store bought patterns, but they are extremely variable in quality, and unless you’re in the rare minority who are a sample size, it will need some altering to fit you right. They can be a good starting point, but ultimately I think pattern drafting from scratch is much faster and more adaptable, if you're able to learn it. This is where you will need some good books or video instructions. I don’t have one single resource to recommend for this, but I will list some books at the end. If you personally know ANYONE with this skill, try and get them to teach you everything they know, because they are worth their weight on gold.

It’s important to note that some pattern drafting is easier than others, Stretch fabrics are MUCH more forgiving in this area, and that’s how i got started. Because the fabric will accommodate your form, the pattern requires fewer parts and darts, and there’s more leeway for mistakes. The one downside is that stretches can be more difficult to sew. Personally, I feel like they more than make up for it by being simplicity of drafting. The resources I’ve linked are geared toward drafting for non-stretch, but if you’re not following a similar tutorial i recommend stretch.

One last thing in regards to fit. ALWAYS MAKE A MOCKUP. You can work out so many fit issues just by making your costume in crappy material first, taking note of the fit issues, and adjusting them with pins, marking them with a sharpie, etc. Then you can change your pattern accordingly. Whether it’s a breastplate made of cardstock or a dress done in old sheets, you should always make a mockup. Sometimes several! The material doesn’t matter as long as it behaves roughly like the good stuff you plan on using. Don’t use a heavy blanket for if your costume is going to be a gauzy nymph robe, for example. But it doesn’t have to look nice. It just has to be wearable.

Resources:

*These are mostly tailored towards women’s garments. A lot of the same principles apply, but making men’s costumes will have some separate considerations not covered here. Just something to keep in mind if you want to draft for guys. These are all just starting points anyhow. There’s tons more out there

https://www.amazon.ca/Sewing-Book-Alison-Smith-2014-02-03/dp/B01JXQQ9Y2

https://www.amazon.com/Complete-Guide-Sewing-Step-Step/dp/1606522086

https://www.handimania.com/diy/your-own-shape-sewing-mannequin.html

https://www.fearlessmakers.com/measurements-for-pattern-making/

https://opensourcestitches.wordpress.com/2010/07/14/pattern-drafting-101-drafting-the-basic-bodice-block/

https://opensourcestitches.wordpress.com/2011/02/17/pattern-drafting-101-the-mens-shirt-block/

http://isntthatsew.org/pattern-making-101/

https://sewing.wonderhowto.com/how-to/draft-basic-pant-pattern-0126850/

https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/063206501X/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_image_o00_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1

[nichester]

I’m watching band baaja baaraat rn here are my Thots™

I love the opening montage of them at college having fun with their friend groups, crossing paths but never meeting. It gives a charming sense of fate to the rest of the movie even if the movie isn’t about those sort of coincidences

even tho it’s been weeks since they met and she rejected him he was still kinda thinking about her so when his dad showed up she was right at the front of his mind?

I love that once he decides he wants to be her partner he is fully 100% ride or die on board with her? Like he could have had a job p easily at least twice in their disasterous week working for the other woman but he sticks to Shruti like glue. It says a lot about his character and we get to see him be something other than a funny aimless flirt

I am OBSESSED with how he’s always feeding her. More romances where the guy makes you chai all the time

I like that I don’t have to suffer through a period of professional failure? That they work hard and their business succeeds right off the bat? It’s a much more relaxing experience

She’s such a bulldozer and he’s such a people pleaser they’re really funny together but it’s a believable match... they have a convincing partnership and they’re so clearly best friends like... cannot believe they don’t know they’re in love... conclusion? Kids are dumb.

We love a staff afterparty

The get-together hookup is surprisingly hot like... did not expect it

HATE hatehate a tragic friend breakup after sleeping together... love that the part that freaks him out is her trying to make chai for him like a good girlfriend and of course she sucks at it bc he always makes it. It’s like, they shouldn’t get together yet because neither of them understand what that relationship would mean or should look like and her trying to make the chai is part of that confusion—she’s changing up their relationship to fit what she thinks boyfriend/girlfriend should look like and it doesn’t feel right. Also of course, food is love.

I like her family a lot

His big issue is that he takes her to be much wiser than she is (she’s just a kid too!) and so when she makes sweeping statements like “love and business can’t mix” he takes it as fucking gospel and never questions it ever. Which is endearing but also really dumb

Just like when she says she’s not interested! And he doesn’t pick up on how upset she is st all hes just like oh ok sure—She said she doesn’t want to date! I shouldn’t take that statement at anything other than face value!

Conclusion: kids are dumb

Them fighting over the business? I can’t watch I hate watching scenes like that (I’m such a coward over conflict in movies)

Love to see him making chai again... food is love...

He’s trying so hard he doesn’t know she’s engagggged!!!! Oh noooooooo

I gotta say I love a song and dance number and I love it more when all the outfits are from the 2000s and look nuts (is that a leather vest?). More American movies should give it a try

It matters to me that he’s verbally fighting for their partnership even if the penny hasn’t quite dropped for him that he’s in love with her

Omggggggod she dropped the engagement bomb! I love watching the hero struggle to connect the dots of why he’s so upset even as his heart is breaking it’s an iconic trope of the genre and it gets me every time

Ohh and now he’s gonna be like “don’t get married because what about your business and your passion?” But that’s not gonna work my friend!

Wow he’s such a dick in this scene but I can live with it because she really lets him have it. I always have an easier time forgiving the hero for acting like an ass when the heroine gets to Have Her Say.

And finallyyyyy he’s having his big realization and I’m gonna get my big damn romantic resolution and I love romcoms y’all!!

Not a huge fan of how he contacts the fiancé but like whatever his speech to Shruti is really swoony (like really swoony) and that’s what matters in the end

In conclusion: very enjoyable little romcom about 2 idiots who deserve to be very happy together. Would watch again

[yu5301813-blog]

Week 6 - Model making

(Yet to complete)

This week’s task asked us to done some simple paper and card model making. I found this task super interesting even i had a lot difficult to work with.

I made cubes with two different glues (PVA glue and hot glue). I found cutting 45 degree angles always a big problem during construction. As the following figure shows, you can see there are quite a lot l. It was really difficult to me to make it clean and correctly. After a few tries, i figured out a method. I measured out the length of the 45 degree angle, and then marked it on board. Finally obliquely traced and cut out the line (nose of the blade as the supporting point) to get a nice angled cut. The trick is practice more! You can see i did better after few failures. (To be honest, I’m very proud of myself. haha)

Adding tapes on the outside to stick two boards together. In the last step, peel off the tapes.

Model 1: Because of the internet problems, the Youtube video got stuck from quite long time. So i decided to start making the cube by using hot glue. The advantages of using hot glue is it could strongly hold the boards together and quickly dries in seconds. Due to the unfamiliar operation of using hot glue gun, the final model looks really unprofessional because of the visible gaps and lumps on the edges. Not happy with this model.

Model 2: After i watched video, i realized that i should use hot glue instead of PVA glue. As the presenter said, hot glue isn’t the right method for this type of model making. I kind agree with him because hot glue is quite hard to control, if you squeeze out too much glues, it could easily creases overflows and lumps from the gaps. So i made a new one with PVA glue this time. This time i used minimal amount of glues. The junction appeared smoothly. The only problem is that PVA glue took longer time to dry. (I guess i prefer hot glue.) So in my option, both methods are useable as long as you master the technique.

In conclusion, I quite happy about what i produced, even it’s not good enough.  My advice of two important points of model making: first one is using less glue to avoid the overflow from the gaps. Two, practice more on cutting angles. Try to make sure every cuts are even.

Working space setup: I prepared to set the working space on indoor balcony. Since the space wasn’t ready. And a lot equipments i purchased are on the way. I will be post my working space in a separate page in the following weeks.

Andrew Simpson video: Model making plays a vital role in the process of designing. Model making could visualize designer’s ideas before deciding on the final design. It also allows designer to test his solution quickly and cheaply. Lower fidelity prototype often used in earlier designing stage, such as paper model. But it always depends on the material choices in the future. In addition, making physical model as the checkpoint on each design stage therefore to make improvements. 

Overall, this week’s task is really enjoyable and happy to work with, it helped me to understand what i lacking. I must practice on model making to improve my skills. Looking forward for next week!

[wildlilaccdciris]

Thursday, November 21

This morning we experimented with paper mache. I explained that paper mache is a way to make a sculpture, like we make at the hot glue station, but this glue is different and it takes a few days to dry. We talked about what we could make and what the next steps would be after the sculptures dry; decorating with things like paint, glitter and gems. Once it was clear that we would have several steps before the sculptures could be brought home, we got started.

We sat at a table and shredded paper. This was a new task for some that turned out to be an enjoyable process. Once we had a big pile of “paper noodles,” we mixed some glue with water. Each child was given an egg carton to wrap.

I showed the group how to dip the paper into the glue and use their fingers like scissors to grip the paper, then slide them down the paper to take off the excess glue. This was fun for some and too messy for others. I reminded everyone that we could easily wash off the glue with water and soap, which eased some minds and opened up some curiosity.

I inquired, “What does it feel like?”

“Gooey”

“Gross!”

“Sticky”

“Cold”

“Slippery”

As we applied strips of soggy paper, a few children announced what they were making. Mummy, princess, and a treasure box were a few of the ideas.

A few older Irises finished before some younger Irises and offered to help the younger ones finish wrapping their projects. This was a welcome offer, which invited conversation of tips and ideas of what could be made.

This was a lovely experimental invitation that I hope to further develop as interest and curiosity continues.

Valarie

[synergycraft]

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