#borrowing clothes

[thearcanawriter]

Borrowing Clothes

(M6 X MC [romantic])

Asra: already borrows your clothes on a daily basis. So he let's you borrow his in return. Admires you in his clothes because to him it means you like being in his presence.

Nadia: only borrows your clothes when she's stressed (which is everytime at this rate). Your scent calms her down. Secretly enjoys it. Doesn't tell you she borrows your clothes but you figure out anyway because your clothes get displaced often.

Julian: if he is borrowing your clothes, he must be having a really really bad day or a terrifying day. He would be walking to you, either shaking or depressed, asking if he could wear you clothes. Once he does, his emotions calm down immediately and turns into a tired redhead on the couch.

Muriel: your clothes are way too small for him, so it's you borrowing his clothes instead. That cloak of his? That's a heat generator. On cold walks in the woods, he would bring you his cloak to keep warm. Goes -.- everytime you say thanks.

Portia: she likes your jackets and scarves. Probably won't give it back. Will sometimes have special days where you and her switch outfits for the day. This annoys Ilya, a lot. Especially if you two have similar hair.

Lucio: Has torn your clothing the first time because of that gauntlet of his. Now is very cautious every time he borrows your clothes. Most times when he does that, it's because the dogs are stressing him out. Wants you to go deal with the dogs while he lays in bed with your clothes on.

Hope y'all liked it! (Especially @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia tho cuz I really do hope I'm up to expectations-)

[paperstarwriters]

Billowing Fabrics

ouagh. I wouldn't typically post a fic like this lmao I feel like it's kinda underbaked so to say? but deadline is coming in and I don't have the leisure to leave the fic to just bake in my WIP file like I do with other fics 🥲 Not a bad thing neccicarily but if the fic isn't as perfectly polished that's why lol.

anyways,

Pairing: Muriel x reader (romantic)

Warnings: N/a

Summary: You've accidentally made one of your sweaters a little too big when you were trying to make it bigger and slouchier for yourself. Muriel finds your work and takes it upon himself to fix the worn down sweater. Not for any particular reason no, no... he just found a sweater that seemed to fit him....

Vesuvia Weekly Prompt | Masterlists | The Arcana Masterlist

Word count: 1,426

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The objective is a complicated one, but it was supposed to be simple with the aid of magic.

The spell is a simple one, but the objective you want to achieve has made it overly complicated.

You wanted a longer sweater for the upcoming months something long on the lower end with equally long sleeves to tuck your hands and legs into when it got particularly cold, turning yourself into a ball of soft fabrics—a sponge of soft fabrics when you inevitably leaned against Muriel.

There were a handful of well failed attempts that you've since set aside to mess around with later with the help of some borrowed yarn from Portia , or attempts that near destroyed the sweater you were working on. Thankfully the bunch you've targeted using, were either sweaters that have already been worn to bits and a handful of cheaply bought sweaters for more experimentation.  

From the various failed attempts you have one sweater that ended up with sleeves so long you could use it for a scarf. Another attempt stole fabric from the sleeves to lengthen the torso portion, and one of the attempts had simply made the woolen material far, far, far too thick to work with. Each were an interesting discovery in their own right of course, with the latter one in particular being added as a possible adjustment you would like to make to your end result. Not as thick as the material at hand of course, but something akin to that amount.

Beneath your fingers the well worn fabric of one of your more damaged sweaters stretches and expands. Fabric spills over your lap, as threads twist and turn growing thicker or longer depending on your desires, and as the light finally dims from it's passage through your fingertips and into the very fibers of the sweater you find yourself with a substantially larger and thicker sweater, fluffy and soft, though a little too big around the collar, and the sleeves seemed a pinch too loose. Practically perfect though! You promptly turn your attention to the target sweater you're intent on changing setting aside the successful practice to join the other attempts and work at slowly expanding the sweater. It doesn't take long before your sweater is now larger and comfier and fluffier around you, and very eagerly, you dash out of the hut intent on showing off your new creation.

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Muriel returns, to the pleasantly warm confines of the hut. You're still outside, having gone on a quick trip to the marketplace, to go grab some groceries intent on getting the most important goods before the worst of an upcoming snowstorm hit. Snow wasn't exactly common in Vesuvia but on the odd occasion a wash of cold weather sweeps through, sometimes bringing snow, sometimes only bringing ice. While Muriel felt far more comfortable than most in the cold chilly temperatures, he knew full well he wasn't exactly a good example of an average citizen and though he knew how to manage his way through frost and snow, getting extra groceries was always a good help.

Extra cuddly items like sweaters and blankets couldn't hurt either.

Noticing the pile of thick fabric materials Muriel pokes his way through your failed attempts. You very eagerly showed off your brand new sweater, or well, old-ish sweater with brand new measurements. Made to protect even better against the cold beneath a water and wind proof cape. While you had tried to explain your process to him, bouncing around with glee at your success, Muriel found it difficult to imagine how you had been able to change the fabric to somehow create more of itself.

His hands stop at the sight of one sweater, well worn, and almost tearing at the seams. There's a little hole around the chest, and the sleeves seem to be moth-bitten, and he wonders how long you've had this. It's a much bigger size, clearly a victim of your testing for your sweater, and as he holds it up into the air to inspect it more, he finds it to almost fit his own size.

Tugging the fabric over his head, Muriel is greeted by a wash of scent. You've worn this sweater a lot surely. Perhaps as casual wear at some point of time. He recalls dimly seeing you wear it around the hut on the odd occasion, and though he feels slightly bad, he takes a moment to appreciate the feeling of being wrapped in something that smells so strongly of you.

When he finally pulls the sweater down, he finds the fabric fits him like a glove. No slouchiness or poofiness that you seemed so fond of in your own sweater, but it fits him, and it fits him well, even if there are a few odd holes amidst the seams.

Muriel takes off the sweater, setting it aside atop of your shared bed before he goes digging in the shelves of your stuff. Portia had lent the both of you some yarn at some point, if he recalled, perhaps he could patch a hole in this.

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Muriel returns home a little later than you, and though you're curious to see what he's done while you were out helping Asra and hauling groceries, the question escapes you when you actually see him. Patched with little hearts Muriel wears your old and tattered sweater, the one you made a little too large for you, but perfectly fits him.

And when he walks in the door, he stops, stares, and drops the knitting tools he's likely borrowed from Portia.

And in typical fashion, his face grows pink

"Is that my...?" you barely finish your question before Muriel sputters his reply.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't.... There were a bunch of holes in it and...." Though you try to hide it, try to bite your lips and cover your mouth to hide your grin, there's no mistaking the delight and glee that fills your cheeks, as you grin. Just seeing it Muriel seems to grow worse, face growing redder and redder. "I... Uh.... I didn't ........... It was just there.........and I just thought..........."

You don't say anything, no longer finding any need to hide and instead unabashedly grinning from ear to ear, pleased as punch at the sight of Muriel wearing your clothes. It fits him so nicely, you're almost upset you hadn't thought of doing so yourself.

He goes quiet in reply, staring down at the floor as smoke seems to puff from his ears, while Inanna rolls her eyes behind him and starts headbutting him in through the door. He scrambles to pick up his things at the gesture closing the door and keeping the chill from filling your little home.

Still he tries not to look at you. And yet you can't help but poke and prod.

"Is it comfy?"

He almost jumps at the question. "I.... Yeah. It's really soft and....." His mouth snaps shut with a faint click of his teeth, as he returns to busying himself with putting away the tools Portia let him borrow.

It's just a few tools, in any other scenario, he'd just set them on the shelf and sort it out later, there was no need for him to hem or haw over any container to put them into.

He just doesn't want to look at you right now, doesn't want to see the grin you have at seeing him in your clothes or at what he almost—

"and what?"

He doesn't have to reply, but you both know he will anyways.

With a soft and tepid voice, Muriel turns to just glance at you from the corner of his eye. "It..... It smells nice."

He doesn't say "it smells like you," but you both know that's what he means, and though you can't quite manage a pout around your grin you still lift up the sleeves of your sweater, and open your arms up to him.

"Aww, could you help me make mine smell nice as well?"

And though red faced, and still blushing, Muriel finally turns to you with a smile. How could he not? The prospect of a hug far too enticing, though he still tries to look away to hide it.

Curling up into your arms as his own come up to wrap around you, the both of you find the overwhelming warmth... Pleasant.

Outside it's frigid, icy and cold.

Inside, it's toasty and warm beneath your blanket like sweaters, and the feeling of being totally engulfed the presence of each other.

[samtheplatypus]

I forgor

(look at poor Oliver flying)

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuvia Weekly: Fashion Intervention

~ here's another sketch of an afternoon with my fandom self-insert :P ~

1.8k words

One of the best parts about being the type of person to prefer sitting in corners is needing to worry less about my appearance.

One of the worst parts about being the type of person who doesn't worry much about appearance is having six friends who definitely do.

The part I don't understand is when my fashion sense got so horrifically bad that said six friends actually banded together to stage an intervention. In the marketplace. While I'm writing. With Selasi, that delightful baker, enabling them.

"Ah-ah-ah, don't try to resist! You're a fine young man, my friend, but we all have our weaknesses. Appearances are easy to fix!"

My neck is going to start hurting if I keep having to look up like this. Julian is gesturing enthusiastically, his coat billowing in the breeze as he gets caught up in his monologue on self-improvement. Do I point out the irony, or -

"He doesn't look that bad, he just needs some more ... smrthrgnh." The last word of Asra's sentence is muffled by a mouthful of bread. My bread. Why is he eating my snack?

"Why are your clothes so shapeless anyways? Show off a little something! You should do like I do and get everything tailored. Work that figure!" Lucio takes a few heeled steps and then spins, striking a pose to show off his suit. Muriel frowns.

"It's okay if you don't want to show off." Thank you. "But maybe you could ... pay attention to patterns." I take it back.

"Yeah, what's up the funky looking skeleton? There's no way the fabric it's painted on is going to last longer than a few washes."

"It's merch, Portia." She huffs at my defense and plops down across from me, brushing my parchment out of the way. "I like it because of the pattern, the quality is just ... unfortunate, sometimes."

"I believe we've made our intentions clear." Nadia sails into the discussion and gives me a no-nonsense look. "It would be remiss of us to allow our friend to sit in a public space with so little care for his appearance. Especially when he is one of Vesuvia's aspiring authors."

I try a pleading look, but the only person who starts to look remotely guilty is Julian. Portia's elbow to his ribs makes quick work of that.

"I have shi- I mean, I have stuff to write. And to get done. If you want to look through my wardrobe and help me put together outfits later, we can, but I don't want to leave my corner right now."

"I cannot say this response is unexpected," the Countess gives me a sly but friendly smile, "so I've prepared something for you in advance. When the time comes to return it to me, I expect you to do so with a cleared schedule and an open mind to fresh aesthetics." She holds out her hand, an intricate set of silver chains dripping from her fingers. "From my personal collection - I expect it will suit you nicely."

I sigh. The sooner I accept, the sooner I can go back to not being scrutinized by six pairs of frustratingly kind eyes. "Thank you. I'll take very good care of it."

Nadia moves the jewelry out of the way as I reach for it. "I desire something in exchange."

"What ... what something?"

"I'd like your sweater, please."

"My hoodie? But it's so comfy!"

Her eyelids droop in poorly concealed annoyance. "Your 'hoodie' is in a severe state of disrepair. I can see the threads poking out from the seams, young man, I don't care to see my prized jewelry hidden under such a tired item."

"... okay." I squirm out of my hoodie, handing over the pile of fabric in exchange for the chains. The short sleeves of my undershirt leave my arms exposed, something that I thought I did more often, except -

"You have tattoos?!" Portia's reaching across the table, snatching up my wrist to get a closer look at the slowly growing sleeve. "That's so cool! I've heard that they can really hurt."

"That's a familiar symbol," Asra eyes the lineart on my upper arm where its stretched across the table in front of them. "What do the other ones mean?"

"There's one on your neck, too!" Lucio sounds almost scandalized. "Let me see it!" Before I know it, my freshly exposed neck and arms are being closely examined while a few more sharp eyes focus in on the hints of ink peeking out on my shoulders and chest. This is why I wear hoodies.

Muriel's quick to notice my discomfort when the attention shifts to my neckline and bound chest. "My turn," he grumbles, dropping a navy blue scarf around my collar.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Now give me the second hoodie."

It's hard not to scowl, but I untie the backup hoodie's sleeves from my waist and hand it over. Dang it. "Here."

"You look chilly, my mentally decaying friend!" Good lord, when is Julian going to stop ribbing me over my pen name?

"It's brainrot." He doesn't falter.

"Allow me to rectify your situation! I guarantee you this trusty cloak will protect you from the fiercest of storms." He pulls the massive, dramatic coat from his shoulders in a rehearsed sweep and twirls it to fall behind me. He keeps the armholes open with an excited grin until I push my hands through them.

"This is ..."

"Warm? Comfortable? Touching?"

"Huge." I can barely hold back my laugh. "There's no way even your arms come out the other end of these sleeves! ... but thanks, I'm definitely not cold any more."

"I'll help you roll them up," Portia chirps. Her nimble fingers make quick work of the endless fabric, and I can see my ink stained hands again in no time. "Now give me your socks."

Oh no. My boots are sitting next to the pile of cushions, my socked feet tucked under me for maximum comfort. It's not the stink I'm worried about - for all my poor fashion sense, I never miss my daily shower, or laundry day - but to say that I walk gently would be a blatant lie. I briefly size up the determined look on her face before sighing and shucking them off under the table. "... remember, you asked for this."

Hey jaw drops. "Please tell me you have at least one pair of socks that don't have holes in them."

I shrug. "As long as I can still wear them ..."

"No!" She slams her hand on the table, rattling the now-empty bread bowl sitting in front of a shameless snack thief. "These aren't socks anymore, they're practically cobwebs! I'm knitting at least five more of these."

She shoves a pair of knit orange socks into my hands, lovingly covered with Pepi's cat hair and decorated with little blue bows. "Put these on, I'm burning the rags you gave me."

We both know my pout is just for show. It's not my usual style to wear anything that isn't black (or very, very dark grey), but the bright orange gift is supremely comfortable when I put it on.

"My turn," Asra begins with an innocent smile.

"Where's my bread?"

The dimples deepen. "Give me your head covering, and I'll tell you."

"My beanie?"

"Is that what it's called?" He holds out his hand, taking a closer look at the shabby knit fabric when I pass it to him. "I don't see why, there aren't any beanlike qualities about it. Ooh, unless they're invisible beans ..."

Nadia's sharp cough sets them back on track. "Wear this instead, until we can find a better replacement." Oh god, tell me it's not -

It is. It's his iconic wide brimmed hat, complete with the oversized neon rainbow feather nodding from the band. I don't have time to protest before they're plopping it onto my head and wobbling it into place with a laugh. "Now you're unnoticeable." I highly doubt that. "As to your bread, Selasi's been asked to bring you some of the next hot batch. Can you forgive me?"

Nothing about a smile as smug as his says "guilty", but to be fair, I was never upset. I nod. "So ... can I go back to writing now?"

"What about me?!" I glance from Lucio's outraged pout to the rest of the group. I'm fairly certain that, even if he was invited to the planning for this, he didn't follow through on deciding which offending article of clothing he wanted to replace. "You didn't tell me I had to bring something!"

Portia rolls her eyes. "Well maybe if you had listened when I was talking to you, then you would've known." I don't miss the quiet smile lurking in the corners of Muriel's face as Lucio turns bright red and sputters.

"Well joke's on you, 'cause I'm going to give him something anyways!" He starts taking a hasty inventory of his outfit. "Yeah, that's right! I'm gonna give him ... I'm gonna give himmmmm ... this!"

He unfastens his smallest medal and leans over the table, poking the pin of it through the thick leather of Julian's jacket, disregarding the whimper of protest from the doctor behind him. "It's supposed to be airtight, to keep out the bad humors ..."

"There!" The ex-count grins down at me proudly. "Now your outfit isn't boring. You can give that back to me when you have a better look."

"Thanks," I tell him, and I mean it after noticing the way he glances forlornly at the new empty spot on his sash. "I'll make sure it gets back to you."

"We should go now." Muriel's already half-turned away. "... I'm still not sure this worked."

Asra steps back to his friend, surveying my new look from a distance. "Maybe this will motivate him to let us fix his look sooner."

"It looks better with my medal on it," Lucio announces proudly. Portia lays a firm hand on his shoulder and starts heading away, dragging him with her.

"You'll look better once you make time for us, promise!"

"You should be somewhat protected from the elements, at least." Julian eyes his cuffed coat critically. "If you fasten it correctly, it's airtight, humors proof, water tight, blood proof, pus proof -"

"We'll leave you in peace." Nadia smiles again, amusement dancing in her eyes every time she looks at me. "I suggest you prioritize finishing this project soon."

The six disappear back into the crowd. I lean back against the stone wall behind me, Asra's hat knocking forward over my eyes and giving me a moment of peace. Sure, I may have looked shabby before in my all black-and-grey, well worn clothes, but now -

I'm startled out of my blissful shuteye by a surprised choke. Selasi's standing by my table, a fresh bowl of spiced rolls in one hand and the other clapped over his mouth. "Would you - would you like a mirror, my friend?"

I hold out my hand for the rolls, mentally taking it as a consolation prize for what I've just been lovingly wrangled into.

"Oh, don't think I'm not aware that you let this happen, Selasi."

[arcanarubinaito]

Borrowing Clothes

This is rough, unedited, and kinda rushed! I’ll probably edit it later because there’s a lot of missing content, but I wanted to get the rough parts in before the deadline XD

For this Vesuvia Weekly prompt, I thought I’d indulge in a bit of writing that isn’t necessarily canon to Muriel and Auric’s story, but sweet nevertheless.

This takes place in what I’d call the “Heart Hunters/Tales Universe”, where it’s clear the routes haven’t taken place but there’s still a relationship between any given LI and the MC. Great for writing character dynamics and interactions, in a sort of nebulous adjacent setting without a clear storyline.

Summary:

It’s a cold day, and Auric wants to spend it bundled up with his favorite person.

Tags:

SFW (<18), 1.2k Words, Vesuvia Weekly, Borrowing Clothes, Muriel, Muriel of the Kokhuri, Auric Alnazar, Auric the Apprentice, Apprentice OC, Original Character(s), Romantic Relationship(s), Muriel/Auric, Muriel/OC, Fluff

It was an unusually cold day. Auric shivered as he made his way down the trail, gripping his shawl around him for what little warmth it could offer him. A basket was slung over one arm with a loaf of Selasi’s pumpkin bread wrapped in cheesecloth, a small bottle of black mead, and some smoked eel parcled off to the side. It was a rare treat to visit Muriel’s hut these days, so he figured it called for something special. A little something in exchange for how often Muriel had to come into the city just so they could see each other.

The shop kept him busy, but with any luck Auric would be able to rent the space out to someone else soon. He just needed the chance to discuss it with Asra first.

A gust of wind buffeted against Auric’s side, carrying with it the salty sea air and a few leaves that found purchase in his hair. With a huff, he swatted at the stray vegetation and tried to clear it all away and make himself look at least a little more presentable.

The door opened before Auric had the chance to even knock, Muriel’s massive form lurking in the doorway. He was wearing his cloak, a sign that he had been about to leave. Surprise flitted over Muriel’s features as they stared at one another, before the larger man shuffled awkwardly to the side to let him in. “I didn’t think you were coming today.” Muriel murmured, watching Auric step inside. He glanced out at the overcast sky, and Auric understood what he meant.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Auric replied, bustling over to the table to set the basket down. Inanna was stretched out by the fire, lazily swishing her tail back and forth as she watched both of them. Their eyes met for a moment before Inanna huffed softly and turned to rest her head lazily over her paws, closing her eyes. The apprentice smiled faintly before turning his attention back to unpacking the basket.

“You did…” Muriel pulled his cloak off, hanging it back up on the wall. He made his way over to where Auric stood, hesitating for a brief moment before wrapping his arms around the smaller man from behind. As always, the hug was as loose as possible; and as always, Auric rested one hand over Muriel’s arm and leaned back against him, guiding his arms to hold him a little closer. “It’s also cold.” The hermit murmured against the top of Auric’s head. “You’re cold.” There’s a brief pause before one of Muriel’s hands lifted, picking a stray leaf out of the apprentice’s hair.

Auric’s mouth twitched. He could tell Muriel’s eyes were fixed solely on the food he’d brought, and Auric carefully unwrapped the small packages. The smell of spices and eel wafted through the air, a very odd combination but not entirely unpleasant. “Ah, but I’m warm now.” Auric took one of Muriel’s hands and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I’m already forgetting how chilly it is outside.” Muriel grumbled softly in response before he pulled away to fetch the two plates and cups he owned.

“... are you staying tonight?” Muriel asked quietly, setting the wooden dishes out carefully. Auric cut a couple slices off the loaf, serving it and the eel onto both plates while Muriel uncorked the bottle and poured a bit of mead in both cups. While the question was worded one way, it meant another thing entirely; ‘I don’t want you walking home tonight in this weather.’

“I’d like to.” Auric reached across the table after they both sat down, and Muriel took his hand. Three soft squeezes; I love you. Muriel gave four more in return; I love you too.

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They slept in. Or well, Muriel slept in. Auric could never sleep too long once the sun was up, but he was more than content to rest in Muriel’s arms until he woke. He gazed out the window, taking in the swirling patterns of frost and light amount of snow that had settled in the clearing just outside. He snuggled in closer to Muriel, pulling the furs a little further over them. The fire had died down during the night, making the morning a bit chilly against his bare skin.

Muriel stirred a little, pulling Auric a little closer with a soft grumble. He pressed his face into the pillow with his mouth resting against the back of the apprentice’s head and his warm breath blew through Auric’s hair in soft huffs. A few minutes more, and Muriel’s eyes finally fluttered open with reluctance.

“Morning.” Auric brushed a soft kiss against Muriel’s cheek, taking quiet delight in the way the hermit’s cheeks reddened. He crossed his arms over Muriel’s chest and rested his head over them, idly tracing a heart over where Muriel’s beat.

The larger of the two men blinked the sleep out of his eyes, not yet sitting up. His hand lifted to brush some of Auric’s hair out of his face, curling the multicolored strands around his fingers loosely in an idle gesture of affection. “Morning.” Muriel’s voice rumbled, deep and croaky with early morning drowsiness. Auric could see the other’s lips curve slightly, a warm and sleepy smile.

It took a while for them to get up and moving, but Auric wasn’t in a rush. The shop was closed today and he didn’t have any errands to run until later that afternoon. There were plenty of little sleepy kisses exchanged between them until finally Muriel was awake enough to get up. They both shivered a little in the chilly morning air, and Muriel was quick to tuck the furs back around Auric until he could get the fire started again.

Breakfast was leftover pumpkin bread warmed by the fire, filling the hut with the scent of warm spices mixed with myrrh. They ate on the floor near the fire this time, Muriel listening as Auric rambled about his dreams.

When it finally came time for Auric to leave, Muriel gently grabbed his arm to stop him before he reached the door. In his other hand, the hermit held the scarf Auric bought him months ago. “Wait,” He murmured, draping it over Auric’s shoulders and fussing with it for a moment. “It’s still cold out.”

Auric was frozen for several seconds before he reached up to take his hands, his eyes shining softly. “Thank you.” He said softly, stretching up as far as he could to brush a kiss against Muriel’s cheek. The man’s face was flushed, his eyes focused on everything else but him for a little bit before he finally dragged his gaze to meet Auric’s.

“Just… bring it back when you visit next time.” Muriel mumbled, dipping down to brush a very brief kiss against Auric’s cheek in return. His hand reached out to open the door, the other pulling out of Auric’s grasp to grab his own cloak. “I’ll um… walk you to the city.” He added quietly.

The apprentice smiled, taking Muriel’s hand. With his other, he gently grasped onto the scarf wound around his neck and pulled it up to partially cover his face against the cold as they set out together.

[hewwo-its-floof]

Wilmina and the Borrowed Clothing

A small blurb

Asra loves to travel. So does Wilmina. However, Wilmina struggles with anything longer than a weekend excursion.

So, when Asra has to go for weeks at a time, Wilmina has to stay home.

Neither of them like this, but they both do what they can to make this easier.

This includes meeting in dreams, water Skype, and...

Asra has many, many scarves and cloaks he's gathered.

During the few days leading up to his trips, he will pick out a cloak and a scarf for Wilmina.

He wears it around as normal in the shop, until it's time to leave.

Then Asra will give both to Wilmina.

In exchange, Wilmina has a shawl she will do the exact same with.

So that way, when Asra is gone, they both have something that smells like their partner.

[themushroomgoesyeet]

When Merf steals borrows clothes

Merf is definitely one of those girls who steals oversized clothes from her husband

It all started after Merf & Muriel officially moved in together

At that point in time, Muriel still didn't really have any clothes besides his masquerade outfit; there was only two spare pairs of trousers and that was it

As much as Merf adores Muriel without a shirt she knew he really also needed clothes and suggested a shopping trip

Muriel was very blushy at first, but eventually he began to give input on Merf's selections & even choose a couple things for himself

Once Muriel had a proper wardrobe, the theft began

One morning after taking care of the chores outside, Muriel came in to find Merf curled up by the fire, reading a book and snuggling into one of his shirts

Cue confused blushing

"..........Merf, why are you wearing my shirt?"

"Because it's cold and I didn't want to take the blanket off the bed."

"But you have a cloak."

Fell deadly silent, is what Merf did

Eventually Merf was able to explain that she was not in fact lying when she said she wanted Muriel to have nice clothes, and somehow Muriel ended up finding it all rather endearing

Every now and then Merf would walk into the room wearing one of his shirts, or even go to bed wearing one, making Muriel blush a little every time

The real problem came with a foreign vendor selling a strange new garment that looked like a soft, thickly woven shirt with a drawstring hood

To say that Merf immediately fell in love with these new "hoodies" would be an understatement

They're so soft! And warm! And Muriel. THEY HAVE POCKETS

Muriel really liked them too, so he and Merf both got one, and for a moment all was right with the world

And then they came home and Muriel never got to wear his hoodie again

Don't get Merf wrong, she likes her hoodie, it's just...... Muriel's is so much more comfortable

After a small argument over the hoodie, a decision was made to get Merf a new hoodie the same size as Muriel's

Man looked away for one second at the hoodie stall and turned around to see Merf run off with ten newly purchased hoodies

This man loves his wife very much, but if you thought he didn't give her a good scolding about her spending habits then you are mistaken

[vesuviaweekly]

Vesuvia Weekly: Prompt for Jan 24 - Feb 7

Reminder that this askbox is open for prompt suggestions!

Borrowing Clothes

The masterlist for this prompt will be under the poll for next week. Tags are the usual #vesuvia weekly, with #borrowing clothes for this specific prompt ^.^

With that, the "YourMC/Their LI's dynamic" prompt is officially closed! Your submissions were delightful, friends! :D

MASTERLIST

Wilmina and the Borrowed Clothing by @hewwo-its-floof

When Merf steals borrows clothes by @themushroomgoesyeet

Borrowing Clothes by @jacithenonbinary

Fashion Intervention by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia

I forgor by @samtheplatypus

Wardrobe Raids by @mermaidchan05

Sharing Clothes by @fox-daddy

Sharing Clothes (SLI) by @fox-daddy

Billowing Fabrics by @paperstarwriters

Borrowing Clothes by @arcanarubinaito

Xelucian Borrowing Clothes by @xen-blank

[fox-daddy]

Sharing clothes (MLI)

Kyle;

Asra;

Kyle is 4'4 shirts and pants probably won't fit on Asra who's 5'8. However, this doesn't stop Asra from borrowing scarfs, cloaks, necklaces, pretty much anything that doesn't require them to be similar in height. As long as it's not his dragon cape when he needs to use it he doesn't mind at all.

For angst, when Kyle was gone I imagine Asra would've probably sometimes cuddled with his dragon cape. Due to this cape being absolutely covered in Kyle's magic due to how he uses it to help use magic.

On the other side Kyle defiantly borrows Asra's clothes. Mainly stuff like their shirts as pajamas, or their hat because it's a bright day and why not? After making sure their not planning on using it. The hat is definitely the most common item he borrows. As for their shirt for sleep that's usually when Asra is on an adventure for whatever reason he couldn't join.

Nadia;

Once again height means even if she wanted to Nadia would not be able to borrow something like Kyle's shirt. This also once again means necklaces, capes and those sorts of things are still on the table. Even with this I imagine Nadia would probably only borrow something when missing him for one reason or another. Either it being Kyle going on a trip she's too busy to join or he's helping one of their friends with something and is spending the night at their place instead. These probably wouldn't be common occurrences.

Honestly Kyle borrowing Nadia's clothes is probably also just as uncommon as Nadia borrowing his. Not due to not enjoying it but because he doesn't really need to. Even when he was just a guest he was being given a bunch of different clothes. So the main reason would be if he was missing her he'd probably want to borrow a shirt or dress to wear and cuddle at night. Normally the same situations when Nadia would borrow some of his clothes.

Hunter;

Julian;

Surprisingly there are a few shirts that Julian can borrow from Hunter. This is because Hunter likes loose clothes especially when going to bed. Julian borrows those shirts quite often, usually when he knows he's going to have a long day or when Hunter has a long day. The other time is simply because he wants to, like when he's just not feeling too good. Sometimes all he wants is to curl up in a comforting shirt and that's fine, especially if the shirt's owner joins for some cuddles.

Hunter likes baggy clothes so in their mind Julian's shirts are theirs. Sometimes they'll borrow Julian's gloves since they know their days work is going to need gloves. Of course they'll wash them afterwards. Some nights they'll borrow Julian's cape as a blanket, although this is usually after a long night drinking. In which they don't want to try and make it up stairs and instead will sleep on the couch. Almost always with an equally drunk Julian who doesn't mind sharing his cape.

Muriel;

Once again size makes it impossible for them to borrow shirts. Then again if he needs comfort most of the time Hunter is able to be hugged directly no shirts needed. The only time Hunter would need to leave it would be to do shopping so Muriel would know they would be back soon.

For the most part Hunter also doesn't need to borrow clothes both being able to initiate hug from Muriel if they need the comfort. However, they are way more likely to still borrow clothes simply because Muriel's clothes are heavy and warm. The perfect combination for winter.

Portia;

Yeah, she doesn't need a reason to borrow clothes she has no hesitations' when it comes to borrowing Hunter's clothes. It's comforting and nice not to mention they aren't overly big on her since their only 0'3 inches smaller than Hunter. Their oversized shirts are designed to be comfortable and she isn't about to turn something comfortable down. Small playful bickers about who gets to wear what in the morning.

With Portia helping herself to their wardrobe they've grown to to the same. Sometimes they just want something orange and purple. Just changing you're normal color palette can be a nice change of pace. Although they make sure not to wear Portia's white shirt when they know their daily job is going to be more messy than normal. They only made that mistake once.

Bluebell;

Lucio;

While he does prefer his own clothes due to having his own fashion down to a T and blue isn't really his color he has no issue using it to sleep in. The blue color feels nicer and having baggy clothes feels a lot better for sleep than his properly fitting clothes. Although he had to learn how to make sure his arm doesn't rip it up.

Bluebell is too tall to wear Lucio's shirts however they do enjoy occasionally wearing some of his jewelry that he kept. Although Lucio has the condition he gets to do their makeup whenever they wear his jewelry. Which as much as Bluebell softly complains doesn't actually mind it that much and knows their sfot complaints will just be taken as playful complaints.

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: Wardrobe Raids

Just gonna put some little bullet-point drabbles here for the things that my MC's borrow from their LI's or vise-versa... intentionally or otherwise.

Julian and Damian: For the Love of Gloves

Damian is an alchemist. 

Julian is a doctor. 

Between them, they have a lot of gloves.

Particularly leather gloves.

Sometimes, when one is tired or distracted, they’ll grab the other’s gloves.

Despite the fact that most of Julian’s gloves are black and most of Damian’s gloves are brown. One would think they would figure that out, but no.  

Damian has lost count of the number of times he has warned Julian not to bring gloves that were used for handling highly caustic materials into the clinic. 

But he can’t really complain, since some sleepless nights have led to him wondering why “his” gloves got a little too big for him in the past few hours. 

Oswald and Malak spend far too much time each week bringing the gloves back to their proper owners. They practically have a dedicated glove-return business by now.

When it comes to actual, on-purpose clothing swaps, though, it tends to go one of two ways.

One, Damian wears practical clothes and has virtually no fashion sense, so Julian likes to get him some nice clothes every once in a while.

Two, Julian has completely forgotten something important (like a coat that’s actually functional) and Damian lends one of his own. They’re kind of similar sizes, so it usually works. Mostly.     

Asra and Meleia: Sharing is Caring

Meleia’s much more in the habit of finding Asra’s misplaced clothes for him or just making him new ones than borrowing his things. 

Asra playfully “borrows” Meleia’s clothes sometimes, much to her fond exasperation.  

“Really, Asra, if you want to wear a skirt, I can make you one that actually fits you...” “But yours are already so comfortable!” 

The two of them have rather distinct fashion styles, though, so borrowing things doesn’t happen too often.

Asra will always offer his coat if Meleia needs it, and Meleia has plenty of jewelry and other accessories she loves to share with Asra 

(Side note, in their canon, Meleia gave Asra the blue crystal pendant he always wears, as crystals are kind of a “thing” where Meleia was born) 

But that’s really the extent of it. 

The one thing that’s always fair game, though? Scarves.

They have more scarves than they can keep track of. And with the two of them, there are no “your scarves” or “my scarves.” Just “our scarves.”

Nadia, Chimalus, and Portia: Triple Trouble

Clothing and accessories are... interesting with these three. 

Nadia grew up as the youngest member of a royal family. 

She had everything provided for her, and all kinds of things made brand new for her... but she was the youngest, so her sisters had a tendency to gift her with their old clothes because it was cute and wholesome. 

Nadia found the whole thing demeaning. 

So she would never do the same thing to anyone else. Particularly not someone she loves. 

She’s much more inclined to have entirely new outfits commissioned for Chimalus and Portia than to give them anything second-hand. 

Portia grew up with lots of other kids, and absolutely wore lots of hand-me-downs. 

She’s much more comfortable and casual about the whole thing. 

Sure, she enjoys having things that are purely hers now. 

But sharing clothes was pretty much a part of everyday life. 

And though Chimalus is much taller than Portia, she has absolutely no problem tossing them a shawl or a scarf or whatever other accessory they might need. 

Chimalus, meanwhile, is happy to share whatever they can with their two girlfriends whenever they ask, though it is a little embarrassing to give such plain and simple things to the Countess and her right-hand assistant. 

So clothing, sometimes, is a bit of a weird subject. 

There is one category that is never awkward:

Accessories.

Nadia: "Why yes, Chimalus, you can absolutely wear some of my jewelry. In fact, keep those earrings, they suit you much better." 

Portia: "Of course, Chimalus, I've got tons of ribbons and hair pins and fun little bracelets for you. Look, I made this one myself!" 

Both Portia and Nadia love showering Chimalus with bangles. 

And Chimalus is rather flattered by the whole ordeal and touched by the generosity.

It’s gotten to the point where Chimalus practically needs a whole shelf just for gifts like that.

And sure, they might be “borrowed,” but Portia and Nadia aren’t asking for them back any time soon... what if Chimalus still needs them? 

[sunflowerpirateart]

Pride Prompts 2023, Day 24: Borrowing Clothes

[lho-archive]

Morning routine

Drawn 29/04/22

[boomboxboi]

Whoops older art.

Older art.

Fart art.

[durisicle]

disney+ and chill

based on: x

[marshvlovestv]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Going Under (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara/Tappi (Going Under) Characters: Tappi (Going Under Video Game), Kara (Going Under Video Game), Eclaire (Going Under) Additional Tags: Fluffuary 2024, Fluff, Sharing Clothes, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Slime, seriously it's a little gross, learning to live with being a fishperson, Neo-Cascadian society crumbling in the background Series: Part 6 of Indie Game Fluffuary 2024 Summary:

Fluffuary 2024 Day 6: Borrowing Clothes

Two fishwomen united against this stupid, stupid world.

[shiorimakibawrites]

Thanks for the tag @yarrystyleeza

Matt was who kept coming to my mind . . . not sure if NYC is the city of my dreams. Big crowds and I don't usually mix . . . but since Matt and Hell's Kitchen are a package deal . . .

Welcome to my stay-vacation aesthetic

Where the morning is spent in a 'borrowed' Columbia sweatshirt snuggling our new kitten . . . taking a walk through the Central Park . . . . baking chocolate chip cookies . . . . eating stew that has been cooking all day in the slow-cooker . . . getting surprised with roses just because . . . .

NP tags: @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment, @farfromstrange, @loveroftoomanyfandoms, and anyone else who wants to join in.

Me and the girls on discord came up with this new aesthetic tag game idea!

Place your dream cottage/cabin/castle/home, view, pet, activity, food, outfit, flowers/plants, and the character you'd love to share this life with. Just literally make the (fairycore/witchcore/cottagecore/etc) life of your dreams!!! <3

For a Kickstarter, here's mine:

Tagging my lovely moots @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @floral-charlie-cat @bellaxgiornata @babygirlmurdock @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @chvoswxtch @c-mrdck @loveroftoomanyfandoms @shiorimakibawrites @munsonownsmyass @saltedlays @shouldbestudying41 @itwasthereaminuteago @lazyxsquirrel and everyone else is welcomed to join!

Note: vampirecore is also welcomed! <3