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at one point in your relationship with pope, he started reading before the two of you went to sleep.

his voice had this soft lilt to it, and you swore he'd make the books seem more interesting than they were. in weeks time you felt as if you knew everything about pope's world.

it all happened in the apartment that the two of you had, which was closed to campus, and also was a cozy place to pay rent for easily. you earned your keep working at the university library, and pope worked at a little cafe nearby. sometimes you brought pope back books, a small bundel for him every single time he made a comment about a new paperback or something he'd wanted to try—but you'd never really watched him read. not really.

really the conversation of books had come up as a little joke. you'd noticed him reading one time before the two of you went to bed. he had his reading glasses on, just slightly slipping off his nose as he turned the pages. you swore you saw his lips move just slightly as he read. it was cute noticing how focused he was. completely still as he flicked through the pages.

you stood there for a while, in your white poofy pajamas that you had thrifted. you had brushed your teeth, ready for bed, but a bit curious as you watched pope continue to read.

finally it was after a minute, pope seemed to notice you at all. now there was a stern look on his face, as he put his glasses down, and eyed you up and down. the first time you'd met pope was at the library so of course it took you by no surprise that he read, it just took you by how suprise at how sexy he looked doing it.

"wanna join me?" pope muttered, rubbing his eyes as he leaned over to the other side of the bed to lift the covers. you shimmed in quickly, and then watched him go back to reading.  now you looked like a total creep, but you couldn't help it at all.

once again, pope looked up.

"alright, c'mon what's wrong? you've got a strange look on your face," then with a slight shake of a head, pope looked at his book, 'letter to his father,' by franz kafka, "oh man, you're judging me aren't you? listen, i know it's horrible what happens to him, but—"

without a single word, you cupped his face and gave him a long kiss. your hands moved to tug at his hair. pope groaned, the book falling just out of his arms. quickly, you were in his lap, a slight gasp leaving your mouth as you felt his hands on your waist. just as if quickly as it started, both of you were left gasping for air. pope was looking at you with a dazed expression, as you bit your lip to stop yourself from grabbing him again.  

"so this is it? kafka makes you hot?"

you glared at him, moving to fix your slightly crinkled nighty. pope had a smile on his face, fixing his ruffled hair. remenants of your slightly tinted chapstick had turned his lips a bit reddish.

you scoffed, "shit. sometimes i don't know why i date you. so stupid for someone—"

pope sighed, pulling you in closer into his arms, "forget it. get back to the part where you passionately make out with me"

and you did just that.

—

extra:

"so you want me to read to you?"

you nodded, a bit shyer than you'd ever been. pope watched you carefully, as his fingers edged closer to the book in his lap. it was something about animals. you inched closer to him, absorbing his heat.

"yes."

(a quiet pause, but you swore you heard what was most important.)

so every night you fell asleep to pope's quiet voice in your ear. sometimes it was about facts, but sometimes it was fiction. but you loved it all. there was excitement in his voice as he first started reading—but then there was this drowiness that would make you feel warmer.

it was these slow nights that you shared with him. questions ran out, and there was nothing but that camity in the air. you'd lay next to his side, and you'd tell yourself it was only to hear his gentle voice, or to watch the light kiss his face you'd listen carefully to everything he had to say, gently grazing over his cheeks as he read.

every night you'd hear the soft flicks of pages and the low timber of his voice, and every night that softness carried you soundly to sleep.

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[betweenblackberrybranches]

So i wrote a little thing for the RLGL au

Its a prologue of sorts, the first actual meeting between the guys and y/n at work before they become neighbours

Be warned though i am not a writer and typed this out quickly on my phone while i was supposed to work so it is probably not that good (i think i just randomly switch between present tense and past tense so it just be like that)

Warning for suggestive themes. But nothing explicit is mentioned

There you stood, one hand grabbing the handle of the sleek chrome and wooden door. This was not part of your job description. And this was really not something you wanted to do. You were a janotor. Fixing minor electrical things, looking after the plumming, washing all sheets that the cleaners brought into the washing room and fixing and cleaning up the rough stuff. Every day was busy and you had always kept to yourself and the many staff only hallways, away from the rich red and black velvet and the polished wooden floors, raw concret where the eyes of the customers wouldnt see.

You felt safe in your domain, the low humming of the heating filling the basement rooms like the breathing of a sleeping dragon. Or atleast that was what you liked to imagine it as. It made your work seem atleast a little more exciting and kept your mind of the various fluids you had to painstakingly rinse out of the white and burgundy sheets.

You straighten your sleeves, a black turtleneck black slacks and a black baseball cap with fazCOs logo, not really the usual uniform for the people interacting with customers, worlds away from the white button up and vest you should be wearing. But this was an emergency. Well as far as the rich bozo in this room was concearned atleast. So who knows on what level the "mess" was, this could be anything from some spilling to..... well no need to think about worst case szenarios.

Straightening your cap one last time you enter the dimmly lit room. You immidiatly regret every single choice that led you to this specific sight. The hairs on your arms rising in protest as you try to nonchalantly step further into the mess, the customer having left apparently, not even waiting for the emergency roomservice to arrive after calling for it. Red wine and some gunk that looked like it had been food once that had been chewed and spit out again smeared all over the couch and carpet. You call out to make sure the coast is clear, trying very hard to not gag.

As soon as you are sure there is no human in the room you rush to a lifeless form of satin metal and plastic on the ground, swallowing hard as salvia and gall rise up in your throat. You find the second one bundeled up on the bed, lanky arms and legs positioned in a way that sent a shiver down your spine, one of his arms was popped out of the shoulder, only hanging by the many thin cables running under the outer casing.

Shaking hands finding the small power button at the base of the blue ones head you wait, counting five and then ten seconds. This isnt something you should be doing. This is against company policies, and yet you cant just leave them like this for a technician to find after you cleaned up. The soft hum of the reboot sent your hand back as if burned and you kneel down to repeat the action on the yellow one. You knew they had names, pretty obvious ones at that.. sun and moon. You had only seen them from afar until now. Especally because you were not a waiter or maid, someone who would walk past them regularly in the flashy suits and club rooms, no you were someone working in the shadows. A shame that the one time you saw them this closely it felt like you should avert your gaze, because even under the questionable liquids and gunk they still looked stunning. The yellow one started humming under your touch and you hurridly got up, starting the cleaning process and ignoring the two stiring bodies like you were supposed to.

Moon sat up straight, unfurling from his nothing but explicit position, his left arm dragging on the bed. No mind was given to the worker bustleing around the furthest corner as moon leaped forwards and down to the ground, shaking arm immidiatly finding his bright counterpart who was in the process of opening his eyes. Sun looked up and welcomed the soft embrace of moon, foreheads pressed together best they could with their orbish heads, giving themselves just one moment of comfort before dealing with the situation at hand.

You had started to clean the bathroom first, wanting to give the two robots enough time to regain their baring and hide their bodies away if they so wished. A bitter taste on your lips you reenter the main suite with two steaming hot towels and a big box of wet wipes, wordlessly pressing them in the hands of the two, now sitting on the bed encased in a thin sheet. With any interaction between general staff and escorts being prohibited you were pretty much towing the line of doing something that could get you fired, but you felt like this needed to be done.

Moving on you cleaned the carpet, trying to ignore the two bots meticulously wiping down eachother. You sigh. This all felt so wrong. You grab the cleaning rag tight as you rub at the carpet and wish you could do more for the two than gracefully ignoring them and their disheviled apearances, assuming theyd even want any help from a random janitor.

They are still cleaning and fixing up eachother when you put away the last stained pillowcase and wipe down the low table one last time. You swallow dryly. All you can think of doing for them is grabing two small post it notes from your cart and make small origami flowers, one of like three things you know how to fold. Leaving them behind on the stack of clean clothing you plop down on one edge of the bed. It is hard not to sneak one last look at the two, hovering around eachother, deeply concentrated on reapplying eachothers makeup with gentle brushstrokes.

The most beautiful constelation. But you feel like this is not something you are supposed to whitness.

You leave the room, softly dragging the door shut behind you and the cleaning cart with a click, disappearing back into the concrete lined corridors of the staff only areas, back to whatever you were doing before, the two robots in their gentle embrace at the border of your mind.

Cream fingers close around the neon colored paper flowers, to be carefully deposited in an inner jacket pocket and transported home. To be kept safe in a small cardboard box under their bed. To be forgotten but never lost.

[crochetedblorbos]

"Do you think Bags cares about us? I didn't program that."

Character Name: Pyrex

Fandom: Realms of Peril & Glory (@realmspod) , CY_BORG campaigns [Podcast]

Played By: Shamini Bundell

Yarn Used: Skin: CraftSmart Value - Coffee Clothes/Hair/Bags: Loops & Threads Soft and Shiny - Onyx Rainbow Circuits: DMC #G168

Basic pattern here.

Our beloved little orphaned gearhead (NOT a hacker). Pyrex is just one of those characters you instantly want to wrap up in a warm blanket and keep safe from everything - including, let’s be realistic, herself. She’s so delightfully awkward and earnest and I just love her. (I don’t think Shamini is capable of playing a character I hate.)

Pyrex differs from the base pattern as follows:

Trousers: I gave her stirrup pants. I don’t know why. I just felt very strongly that Pyrex would have stirrup pants and bare feet for some reason. So I stitched the first round of the leggings in the front loops of the last round of her feet, then slip stitched to a point that looked like the right place and did a chain until it was long enough to go under the foot and slip stitch back into the other side of the cuff, at which point I chained one and continued as normal.

Tunic: I was going for a baggy, sort of oversized top for her, so I did the ridge at the waistband like I did with Mini and Azu. After I finished the rest of her torso, I went back with the yarn and added the long part. I took a week off in the middle of working on Pyrex to make a baby blanket for a friend who was moving and wouldn’t have a fixed address for a while, and because when I went back to her I still had the stitch I used for that in mind, I decided to do a Catherine’s wheel stitch for the bottom (which is a bitch and a half to do in the round, just FYI). The pattern was as follows: R1: Join yarn to loop produced from flo/blo stitching in center of back. Ch 1, sc in each st around, sl st in first sc (38 sc). R2: Ch 1, sc in next 9 st, 2sc in next st, sc in next 18 st, 2sc in next st, sc in next 9 st, sl st in first sc (40 sc). R3: Ch 1, [sc in next st, skip next 3 st, 7 dc in next st, skip next three st] 5 times around, sl st in first sc (5 sc, 35 dc). R4: Ch 1, 4dctog. [Ch 3, sc in next dc, ch 3, 7dctog] 4 times. Ch 3, sc in next dc, ch 3, 3dctog, sl st in first 4dctog (5 sc, 5 7dctog, 10 ch3 sp). R5: Ch 3 (counts as first dc). 3dc in same st. [Skip ch3 sp, sc in next sc, skip ch3 sp, 7dc in next 7dctog] 4 times. Skip ch3 sp, sc in next st, skip ch 3 sp, 3dc in first st, sl st in first ch (35 dc, 5 sc). R6: Ch 1, [sc in first dc, ch 3, 7dctog, ch 3] 5 times, sl st in first sc (5 sc, 5 7dctog, 10 ch3 sp). Fasten off.

Head: Pyrex was described as having filaments and wires across her face, presumably wiring her RCA (and, as we later found, her connection to Bags). And, well, I had a whole bunch of leftover metallic thread from a cross-stitch project I did for my brother that I swore I would never use on aida again. (Someone on the Old Gods of Appalachia Discord server referred to it as “the devil’s asshair” and I have not been able to think of it any other way since.) Except that I ended up buying silver metallic thread specifically for this project that worked a lot better. Anyway, I really like how that came out. For her pigtails, I used the same method I’ve used since Alice to put hair in around the outside edges of her scalp, then also in two lines down the middle back for the part, and then looped a few more in the middle to fill it out. They turned out cute!

Arms: I used the same technique I used for Mini’s hands - just stitching around the magnets - for Pyrex’s. Partly that was because I forgot to bring any stuffing with me when I got to her arms and I didn’t feel like going top down, but mostly it was because she just struck me as the skinny sort.

Bags: What would Pyrex be without her spider robot companion?

I probably overcomplicated this a lot, but basically I just crocheted a rectangular cube, put a big red eye on one end, and made his legs with sculpting wire and yarn. I crocheted a line of single crochet around the wires, then stitched them to Bags’ body. He doesn’t stand up as well as I’d like, but he turned out pretty good!

[chiptrillino]

I think people will not spot it but... 

-points to the isopod-puppy 'carving' on the wall- 

I don't think they would pop up as well in real life... (in my experience I highly doubt that... )

but hey! this is a drawing

art-blog: chiptrillino-art

[ID: Two Fanart images portraying the southern water tribe family from avatar the last air bender. which include: father Hakoda, mother Kya, older brother Sokka and younger sister Katara. 

the first image shows, a family of four, in bed. In the background on the left side, the snow-withe-floor is covered with a white pelt with cheater spots covering it. a snow step with a blue blanket resting on it leads up to the bed. On the wall is built-in a smaller shelf with small carved toys and a wooden boat toy. a decorated boomerang with a wolf painted on it fell out of it. a doll in a blue parka is resting at the top of the head of the bed. the bed is made out of straw mats two big fur pillows, and soft pelts in shades of dark grey and brown. the walls with visible snow blocks on the right side of the image area are covered in small carvings that look like children's drawings. on the right side close to the wall, bundled up in furs that resemble sheepskin is kya, peacefully sleeping. her head is resting on her husband's left shoulder. she is wearing her iconic necklace. peacefully sleeping in her mother's arms is little katara. who wears a light blue top and has her hair in two braids. she is bundeled up in a embordied blanked. bears and otter penguins hunting small fish are sewn on it. 

in the centre, sleeping upside down with limbs spread out is Sokka. mouth open tooth growing out. arms above his head. he is just wearing pale brown-grey pants held together by a dark blue ribbon. he must have gotten out of his blanked during his sleep. his legs are spread atop his father's torso. one foot getting into Hakoda's half-asleep face, pinky toe stuck in his father's nose pulling. Hakoda is not amused. but resigned himself to his fate till his family decides to wake up. he wears his hair open, a bone necklace around his neck. and dark brown pants. over his legs is draped a fur banked.on the right side of the image is a small text saying "please don't repost" below in the centre is the artist's signature "chiptrillino . 2022" 

the second image shows the family doing her morning routine. 

Kya sitting behind Sokka wearing a blue Kuspuk. her hair styled with beads in it. a ribbon is stuck between her teeth while she smiles and looks at her husband. she is doing her son's hair. Sokka is still half-asleep in front of her yawing. bundled up in an embroidered blanked with otter-penguin and bears on it. on the right of the image is Hakoda yawing just like his son briding his daughter's hair, he is not wearing a shirt, just his pants in which he slept int. on top of his crossed legs sits katara. wearing a light blue kuspuk with a small blue raindrop pattern on. happily dangling her feet and playing with her doll.

on the right side of the image is a small text saying "please don't repost" below in the centre is the artist's signature "chiptrillino . 2022" End ID.]

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[sea-owl]

The ninja clans of Konoha tend to be a little bit possessive over their soulmates, especially if a soulmate is born outside of the clan. It was to the point where each child was tested at birth to see if they were bound to one of the clans.

Kizashi thought Konoha's clans were absurd.

Mebuki had outright said they were vexingly unhinged.

Some would probably call it karma when the nurse came back with their daughter and informed them that the Clan Ladies were on their way.

Sasuke had been fussy all morning and Mikoto could not figure out why. Sasuke had been changed, fed, and spent time with Itachi. Nothing around them was out of the ordinary either, Mikoto had checked twice. Yet Sasuke still fussed, crawling towards the door. Mikoto was beginning to suspect Sasuke himself didn't know what was wrong.

"Sasu-chan, how can I help you," Mikoto cooed.

Sasuke's whimpers stopped. His gaze directed at the window.

Mikoto turned to see a swallow with a red ribbon tied around it's leg. "Well Sasu-chan we're going to have to make a trip to the hospital. We have to go visit a baby girl."

As they got closer to the hosital Mikoto noticed that Sasuke became less and less fussy. Maybe he just wanted outside?

Mikoto let her thoughts wander. It's been a long time since a soulmate to the Uchiha was born. The last one had had been born when Mikoto was still learning her duties as the Clan Lady, and she along with the Uchiha many suspected to be her soulmate died during the war.

At the hospital one of the nurses led Mikoto to the baby and her parents. None of the other Clan Ladies were there, the hospital knew better. The clans are protective and admittedly possessive of their soulmates born outside of the clans. Each Lady would be brought in separately until the soul mark reveled itself. Mikoto had no idea who cane before her or if anyone is going to come after.

"Haruno-sans, Lady Uchiha is here," the nurse announced as Mikoto stepped into the room.

The new mother, a blonde woman with bright green eyes, held her daughter closer. A man with shockingly pink hair, rests his hand on the baby's back.

Ah, that must be where the mark is.

Mikoto looks at the parents again and blinks. She knows them. Kizashi and Mebuki. They were friends before the war. They lost contact after when they joined the wave of other ninja who retired early or went into the reseves. Mikoto remembers Mebuki explaining that she and Kizashi didnt want their future children to grow up without them and that's alway a risk when a ninja has children.

Mikoto is brought out of her thoughts when Sasuke starts fussing again in her arms until he has himself facing foward. His eyes focused on the bundel of blankets in the Mebuki's arms.

"Look honey, Sakura has her first play date already," Kizashi joked.

Mikoto stepped closer to see the baby. Sakura was a fitting name for her. Pink was the most accurate word Mikoto could think of to describe the baby.

Sasuke stared at the baby girl.

Mikoto sat in a chair placed on the opposite side of the bed. "It's been a long time Mebuki."

Mebuki nodded, dark bags under eyes. Poor thing looked exhausted. Mikoto wonders how long it's been since she gave birth. The soul mark test is done almost immediately and then the hosptial scrambles to call in the Clan Ladies.

"I suppose it's your turn to test Sakura?" Mebuki sighed.

Mikoto nodded. "Yes if you don't mind pulling the blankets down I can add a little bit of chakra to the mark."

Mebuki pulled down the blanket just enough to where Mikoto can rest her hand. Kizashi offers to take Sasuke.

"Thank you," Mikoto said as she handed her son to the pink haired man. Sasuke's eyes never left Sakura.

"So Sasuke are you here to see your future wife?" Kizashi laughed.

Mebuki shot her husband a look, before turning back to her firend. "What will happen to Sakura? There's been a few before you but none of them tell us what happens to our daughter."

"I can't say for all clans but with the Uchiha Sakura is still your daughter and you'll still raise her. We'll keep an eye out for her, after all she'll be ours too. Sakura will join the Academy when she's old enough. If there is an Uchiha in her class they will start to train her in the ways of our clan, or when she makes genin we will assign an Uchiha to be her instructor. During her time as a genin we will teach the clan jutsu. When she reaches 18 and the names are revealed whether romantic or platonic, she will have the same rights in the clan as someone who is born in it."

Mikoto removed her hand to reveal the Uchiha fan. "Welcome to the clan Sakura."

Mebuki let out a sigh of relief and rebundled Sakura back into the blanket. Sasuke started to fuss again. Before Mikoto could offer to take him back Mebuki adjusted Sakura to one arm and Kizashi placed Sasuke in the other. This put Sakura directly in Sasuke's line of vision.

In the gentlest way Mikoto had ever seen of her son, Sasuke clumsily pressed his fingers against Sakura's forehead.

Just as Mikoto had promised the clan had kept a distant watch over Sakura. It has been after all many years since the clan had a soulmate born outside of it. Many of them don't want to fail this one too. Their best informant being little Sasuke, who was always in a better mood after being near Sakura's presence.

When Mikoto would see the girl around the village she would stare at the Haruno circle on her back. Always placed so the Uchiha fan that marked Sakura's skin was directly inside of it. Mikoto wondered if Mebuki did that on purpose.

Mikoto would also wonder sometimes if Kizashi's teasing all those years ago held any truth. After all Mikoto thinks Sakura would be a wonderful daughter in-law.

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[imnotusedtobeingloved]

YOU GOT ME IN LOVE AGAIN

A/N: OMG!!!!!!!! Thank you guys for requesting a part two to this! You’re too sweet! I hope i could fullfill your wishes in this piece, lol, i spent so much time writing. I wanted to make this second part shorter than the first one, but guess what... it got just as long. So... wellp... have fun reading! Let me know what you think in the comments.

  This is part two to “not enough” find part one here!

(PLEASE DON’T REBLOG!)

Warnings: Self-depriciation, loneliness.

Pairing: Zuko x f!Reader

Characters: adult!Zuko, Avatar Aang, Suki.

Requested: Yes!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the gif. Credit to the owners.

Summary: Part two to “not enough”.

"I want to end our marrige, Zuko. It's over."

Your statement seemed to shake him to his core. He was lost. So very lost. Your throat burned as you watched the tears well in his eyes. "What?" he whispered, a sound so small, you almost didn't catch it. It was as if you'd stolen him the air to breathe. "But... But why? Where did i go wrong?" He seemed to restlessly search your broken expression for answers. "Do you-" he interrupted himself, barely able to speak his suspicion aloud. He didn't even want to think about it. It was too painful. "Do you not love me anymore?" He quickly burst out as soon as he'd gathered enough of the courage he had left to hear the answer. Both of your faces were stained with tear streaks by this point.

You'd never seen Zuko as fearful as he was right now. Not even in the worst nightmares you had endured. It would've felt less painful if he'd stuck a knife into your heart. You wanted to hug him. Run your hands trough his hair, wash the tears from his face, pull him close to your chest and tell him that it would be fine. Everything would be ok.

But it wouldn't be, would it? You'd made up your mind. But you couldn't give him the answer he needed. Of course you loved him. With every ounce of you being, you did. Your heart clenched, as you wordlessly turned around, taking a few steps toward the door. "My carriage is waiting," you told him.

"No! (Y/N)!" he grasped your upper arm, still not with force, just gently. "Please," his golden orbs were pleading you to stay. To explain. To give him another chance to right whatever he'd done wrong. "I'm sorry, Zuko," he watched, breath hitched, as you removed your wedding ring. It left reluctantly, clinging to your finger from the years of wearing. Today was the first time you'd take it off since becoming the Fire Lady. Forever.

You already missed it's familiar weight. You felt naked without it. But it had to be done. It was the last step to cut the string that tied you and Zuko together. One step closer and you could sense his scent of jasmine and leather. Your took his hand in yours. It was shaking, but his skin was still as soft and warm as ever. It hadn't met yours in ages. Your bottom lip wobbled, throat tightning once again, as you placed the symbol of your love in his palm, making his fingers close around it. It was done. His features were twisted with pain. Grief. He couldn't take it anymore. The Fire Lord fell to his knees. "Please," he said again, "I'm begging you,"

You felt lightheaded, distantly registering his arms being slipped around your waist and his cheek pressed to your stomach. "Do- don't," he hiccuped, "Don't leave me," his voice was filled with panic. You'd never heard him stutter before. Zuko had lost so much. Maybe too much for a regular human to bear. And now he was supposed to lose you as well?

You took a deep breath. Every part of your body was screaming to take back what you'd said. But you couldn't. "Zuko," you whispered, gently removing his arms. "We've won many battles together," his head hung low, when you pulled him back to his feet. "But we've lost the war,"

You allowed yourself you look at him one last time. You would forever remember the shared memories, the soft texture of his hair and his warm hugs on freezing days. And especially the love in his eyes, when he found your gaze through a room full of people. Moments when no one had mattered but you. "Goodbye, Zuko," you smiled through your tears, before you turned around and went. "Maybe one day you'll understand why i had to make this descision," he watched as you looked at him over you shoulder, and then slipped through the door, leaving the Fire Lord by himself. He stood there, silent, for a long time. Almost unmoving, twirling your ring between his fingers, as if it would give him the answers he craved. It was hopeless.

After you'd left, it was as if the world turned gray. And in time he realised it had started even before you were gone. Even when he hadn't seen you, he'd always been assured of your presence in the palace. He'd watch you sit in the gardens through the windows in his study, watch you sleep when he got to the bedroom late at night, before he had to leave early in the morning. But now there was... nothing.

And there continued to be nothing for months. No matter how much time went by, Zuko never forgot about you. Not one day went by, without missing you and reminiscing the years spent together. Often his sight would grow distant, a mysterious smile displayed to the world, while he was lost in memories. But a few moments later, when he came back into reality, the pain returned. He was a shadow of the man he once was. The Fire Lord had made many mistakes in his life, there was no doubt about that. But never had he punished himself as frequently and continuously as he did for losing you. He often wondered about your new life.

Where you happy? Healthy? Had you found someone new?

Zuko was aware that you had found a place in your old home. In Ba Sing Se. He'd pondered about the possibility to ask his Uncle if he'd ever seen you. If you visited the Jasmine Dragon. Or if you avoided any remaining connection to him at all. Caught up in his thoughts he mindlessly fished for the necklace under his uniform, usually hidden behind his armour. He'd started wearing it since you were gone. It was a thin, golden chain, and as he pulled it out a beautiful ring dangled in the middle. Your wedding ring. He twirled it between his fingers, just as he had when you'd left. He didn't know how long he sat there, paying no mind to his work for the first time in ages, until someone knocked at his doors. The necklace was put back under his clothes, where the soothing metal rested next to his heart. "Yes?"

A woman stepped in, a friendly smile on her face. She was a sight for sure eyes. "Avatar Aang and the Earth Kingdom Representative are here," Suki said, waiting for his next command. "Thank you, Suki," Zuko answered, crossing the room and following her to the council room. The Kyoshi Warriors were a true help to the palace. Thanks to them the assassination attempts slowly decreased, until they subsided completely. But still Zuko didn't get much more peace than before. The work of a ruler never ended. Right now the Harmony Restoration Movement rested on his shoulders, demanding hours of work. But the few hours of sleep he got, he spend dreaming of you. The first person he registered, standing next to the large map of the four Nations was the Avatar. "Aang," he said a friendly smile tugging on his mouth.

"Zuko! It's good to see you!" the Airbender answered, pulling him into a quick hug. "Where is Earth King Kuei?" They separated and Aang rubbed his neck. "He couldn't make it. Something about Bosco feeling sick," Zuko sighed. The affection between Kuei and Bosco was apparently almost as tight as Appa and Aang. "But we have an Earth Kingdom Representative!" he made a gesture, pointing to the other side of the room.

"Fire Lord Zuko," his eyes widened when he turned around to see you greet him with a traditional bow. "(Y/N)..." he stepped closer, as if an invisible force was pulling him towards you. Like to magnets, craving the contact. He hadn't been aware of you being a part of the Kuei's Royal Council.

"Should we start talking about the Movement?" Aang interrupted him before he could even attempt to get as close to you as he wanted. He hadn't felt the need to capture and gag the Avatar in a long time, but this was an exception. Or maybe he was only trying to ease the tension in the room. Finally Zuko agreed with a sigh, watching you from across the room.

There you stood, unreachable, on the other side of the map. So unbelievably close, and yet never close enough. Your hair was bundeled up into a common Earth Kingdom hairstyle and the body was covered by a beautiful gown, clearly made by the most talended tailor of the city. And yet something about it bugged him. The colors. It was a sea of green instead of the Nations ruby red, that had once hugged your frame. He missed seeing them on you.

"-ko?" he blinked. "Zuko?" Aang said again, trying to get the Fire Lords attention. He didn't realise that he'd been staring at you all this time, while you did your best to avoid his eyes. This felt like a dream. The only thing he didn't know was if it would turn into a nightmare. "Yes. Sorry," the Fire Lord quickly apologized, trying to redirect his attention back onto the task at hand. The negotiations turned out to be more difficult than it first appeared. Especially without having King Kuei's personal opinion on the matter. Clearly he and Zuko didn't see eye to eye anymore.

"What do you think, (Y/N) ?" Aang asked, after contemplating multiple optiones. You hummed and folded your hands. "I agree with the Fire Lord," you pointed to the affected Earth Kingdom territory. "The citizens of both Earth and Fire are intertwined right here. They've been working together. Starting families together. It would be wrong to seperate a family just because they consist of two Nations," The Avatar furrowed his brows, mulling over your answer. "I understand. I'm going to meet up with King Kuei immediately once i'm back in Ba Sing Se. Maybe we should-" The doors burst open. Suki ran in, grabbing a seemingly perplex Avatar by the arm and dragging him along with her. "Aang? You should come see this. I think something's wrong with Appa, or maybe he's just tired, but we should check it out immediately! We'll be right back!" Their departure seemed strangely suspicious, but he choose to let it slide. And suddelny he was alone with you.

You forcefully refused to meet his eyes. "(Y/N)," he said softly, daring to step just a little closer, but you raised a hand to stop him. "Please don't. You're the Fire Lord. We should remain professional," Zuko flinched. Each time you called him "Fire Lord" instead of "Zuko" a piece of hope died anew. "It's okay if you don't want to talk to me, (Y/N). I will accept that. But please listen to what i have to say. I will not bother you with any futher requests," You still didn't raise your head, though he saw a small nod. Zuko walked around the table to stand next to you, just like he did before you'd gone. "I think i know why you had to leave me. Your absence made me realize how awful you must've felt with me being in countless meetings. I neglected you, didn't i? I forgot to tell you, to show you, how much you mean to me. I want to apologize. For all the times you felt lonely. For all the broken promises. For all the missed opportunities. For all the heartbreak. I missed you every day, (Y/N). And i still do in this very moment," he confessed. His amber eyes silently searched your face for a reaction. Any kind of emotion at all. But there was nothing.

"You didn't miss me at all?" he whispered.

At last your gaze met his. "I missed you even before i was gone, Zuko," you stated, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "You have to accept that it's over,"

A humorless chuckle left his mouth. The sound of agony. "I can't, (Y/N)," his eyes watered slightly and he blinked to hold them back. "I tried, but... i just can't," you shook your head. The connection you felt to him, after all this time, was still there. You hadn't expected there to be nothing, but this was much stronger than what you'd signed up for. Zuko's chapter in your life was over. You'd forgiven his mistakes in the past months and were ready to move on. Going back to the way it was, wasn't a possibility. Being alone with him, seeing him, feeling him so close... It was overwhelming.

You had to get out of here. When he got closer once again, you sidestepped, not noticing the scroll that had fallen down during the earlier conversations. You gasped. Instead of meeting solid ground you foot slipped, sending you right into a spiral. But never touched the ground. Zuko caught you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

In the small seconds he'd leaned forward to reach you, a small string of gold tumbled out beneath his uniform, catching your eye. "Are you alright?" he asked, searching your face for any discomfort. You, on the other hand, were thinking about something completely different. "Is that... my ring?" He looked down at himself, seeing the jewlery he'd carried along for months. "It is. Everything else was gone... i wanted to have a part of you with me," Now the bottled up emotions caught up with you. "Oh, Zuko..." you breathed, a single tear trailing down your face. He lifted a hand, wiping it away with his thumb, before pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead.

"I'm so sorry, my love. Is it too much to ask for another chance? I won't give you a reason to leave again," You stepped away to look at his face, pondering quietly. "I can't go back to the way it was, Zuko," he reached for your hands, holding them delicately. "We won't," he promised, pressing his forehead to yours. "Let me prove it to you," You couldn't give him the same kind of faith. You didn't agree to anything, but you choose to wait and see.

One year later you found yourself resting on the soft, green grass, with the sun warming every inch of your skin. Zuko rested next to you, his face completely relaxed. You raised a hand, blinded by the sun, but a smile spread out on your face upon the sight of the ring that glimmered around your finger. You turned to your side, propped up on one elbow. Since the negotiations about the Harmony Restoration Movement with the Avatar, Zuko had been working endlessly... on your relationship.

A lot had changed. The original purpose of the Movement was defeated, but its collapse would lead to a peaceful and more integrated coexistence between all four nations. Thanks to the Fire Lord. After the idea to merge a United Republic of Nations, he’d taken a step back and cleared his scedule as much as he could to make time for you. Countless dates were arranged between the two of you and Zuko made sure that you had at least two days a week just for the two of you. Often his advisors would take over for him at certain times, as soon as he had a council of men he fully trusted. This also enabled him to get some much needed rest.

Who also took on more responsibility, was the Fire Lady. He had always been so focused, so sure that he had to do all the work alone, not wanting to burden you. But now that you shared it, everything seemed to be much easier. You raised a hand, bringing it up to his face and trailing a finger over his features. The deep, dark bags under his eyes that once had been, were gone. Zuko started to smile, getting tickled by your touch, tough he kept his eyes shut. You slid your hand into his hair, as he blindly reached for you, pulling you half onto his chest. You pressed a kiss to the mark on his face, an old habit, yet it never failed to make him feel better about it. “I’m so glad that you’re here with me, (Y/N)...” He mumbled quietly, finally opening his eyes. They shined golden, like the sun itself. So full of love and adoration that it was almost too overwhelming to look at. But you choose to fully embrace the moment. The warm climate, the soft grass, the turtleducks quietly paddling about in the pond, and of course your husband.

From the jasmine smell of his favorite tea, to his warm skin and his arms woven so tightly around your waist as if he never wanted to let go. “Me too,” you grinned, snuggling into his chest and looking up to him. His expression was one of pure joy and comfort, his smile more intoxicating than ever before. He looked every bit like the ruler he was. Still after all this time, your heart raced whenever he looked at you like this. You leaned up, pressing a quick peck against his lips, desprate for their taste. But Zuko wasn’t pleased. Before you could lay back down, he put a hand on your cheek, pulling you back in and kissing you deeply. His lips were hot. Soft. Irresitable. All your thoughts were washed away, as your senses were completely focused on Zuko. How he felt. How he tasted.

When you pulled away, completely out of breath and foreheads pressed together, you were caught up in each others presence. “I love you, (Y/N). So much,” he said, his voice hoarse from the kiss. “I love you too, Zuko,” you took his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his prominent cheekbones. All this time spend apart, you’d felt nothing at all, apart from trying to survive in the Royal Council of the Earth King. But Zuko had changed for the better again and turned you life around once more. You were not only in love with Zuko, you were in love with life. Something you hadn’t been able to feel in a long time. “You got me in love again,”

[coldgirl612]

Hey! I’d like to request an imagine about carter hart taking his injured gf to the hospital and looking after her :) thank you love

Clumsy // Carter Hart

You and Carter had made a tradition of going to see christmas lights every year in Philly. Bundeled up the best you could to keep warm you held Carters hand and you walked through christmas trees filled with lights.

“Are you warm enough?” He stopped wrapping you in a hug.

“I’m fine C i promise.” you pulled away grabbing his hand again and walking forward.

“Just be careful where you walk there’s ice everywhere.”

“I know.” you had spoken to soon losing your footing and slipping, catching your fall with you elbow. You yelped in pain as you grabbed your arm.

“Shit Y/n. Are you okay?”

“Fuck fuck. I don’t think so .”

“Alright lets get back to the car yeah. We are going to the hospital.” You let out a whine at the mention of a hospital but the throbbing pain from you arm suggested it was a good idea.

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“Alright so what happened?” The doctor looked at you then at Carter.

“She wasn’t paying attention.”

“I slipped on ice.” you and Carter said at the same time. You turned your head to glare at him.

“It’s true!” he exclaime running his fingers through his hair.

“Okay yeah i wasn’t paying attention and slipped.” the nurse laughed.

“Alright i’m gonna go get the discharge papers and i’ll be right back.” she closed the door behind her.

“ I just wanna go home. I hate hospitals.”

“I know you do baby but they just have to get the papers and we can go. ” you looked at him and pouted.

“Fine but can we get ice cream after we leave.”

“Of course, and we’ll watch a movie. I’ll even let you pick this time.”

“Thanks Carter your soo sweet.” you laughed. He smiled at you taking your other hand. Just as the doctor came back in.

“ And you are all set Ms. L/N.” he handed you the papers as Carter helped you stand up.

“Thank you we really appreciate it.”

“No problem, have a great night you two.” You and Carter walked out through the hospital, through the parking garage to his car. After he opened the door for you he moved over to his side hopping in and starting the car.

The ride had been mostly quiet, Carter’s hand planted on your thigh as he drove. You dropped your hand onto his pacing your fingers through his.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course baby, that’s part of my job.”

“To make sure i’m not a clutz?” He laughed loudly.

“That too.”

“But really... thank you for loving me and taking care of me all the time.” He glanced over at you smiling

“I love you Y/N/n.”

[shredsandpatches]

I LOVE THEM

The pose and the facial expressions are SO ADORABLE.

@shredsandpatches please enjoy this unfinished sketch I found of the OTP.

[not-the-conversation-starter]

The Itchio bundel for racial justice and Equality ends in about 12 hours

https://itch.io/b/520/bundle-for-racial-justice-and-equality

This bundle is $5 and comes with over 1,500 items. Games, Tabletop instruction manuals, development resources, like 30 visual novel dating sims. And tons of other things.

Since there’s so many things, I’ve gone through a LOT of them to pick the best ones that should interest people. None of the experimental/visual novel games/resources/tabletop stuff will be on this list. And no, this list isn’t complete. I was going to finish it but then I saw the remaining time and decided to make the post early.

Below is the readme to make this post not unbearably long.

Local Versus  - Rebop Blaster: Smash Bros. but everyone is goku  - BADBLOOD: Hide and seek for adults  - Cosmic Rochambo: Everyone is Goku...IN SPACE!  - No Brakes Valet

Local Co-OP:  - Nuclear Throne: Roguelike bullet hell twinstick shooter  - Ollie & Bollie: Outdoor Estate is a game about restoring things. With a friend.  - Tonight we Riot: Riot against capitalism, with up to a single friend!  - Micromages: 1-4 player NES platformer with death animations.

The Rest  - Pyre: NBA jam but you’re wizards and it’s a choose your own adventure. Airbud is there.  - Celeste: Outstanding 2d platformer with a story of equal compare.  - Night in the Woods: Furry game about solving a ghost mystery murder  - A Short Hike: Title is self-explanatory  - NIGHT OF THE CONSUMERS: Survive the 5 minutes before closing a store  - No Delivery: Run a cursed pizza place at night and fight balloons  - Death and Taxes: Be the grim reaper, sentence death appropriately  -  Democratic Socialism Simulator: Legally mandated fursonas request giving rights to the gays  - KIDS: Better than you think  - Wheels of Aurelia: Top down crazy taxi while managing dialogue  - Dujanah: This ones spooky  - Hidden Folks: Where’s Waldo  - Super Rad Raygun: Megaman clone...With 4 unqiue shades of off-grey!  - 10S: Bullet Hell Tennis  - Fortune 499: Deckbuilding fortune telling Rock Paper Scissors  - Sewer Rave: Talk to MSPaint rats  - Speed Dating for Ghosts  - Underhero: You’re an underling, you have the hero’s sword. Real time Mario & Luigi style combat.  - Rym 9000: There’s treasure on the moon! Destroy 2 of your senses getting there. It’s a shmup.  - Bit Rat: Singularity  - Master Spy: stealth Platformer with Ninja Gaiden cutscenes.  - Gun Rounds: Cutie Patootie turn based shoot game  - Mable & The Wood: Shape shifting girl cannot lift sword, so she lets it come to her instead.  - Overland: XCOM but Oregon Trail  - BEACON: Twin stick roguelike with a cool mutation system  - Haque: pronounced “Hack”  - Hyperspace Dogfights: Luftraser 2  - EAT GIRL: Mrs. Pac-Man horror story  - Butterflies: JET SET RADIOOOOOOOOOO  - Hair Dash: One Finger Death Punch But Cooler  - Ganbare! Super Strikers: fire emblem Soccer  - Boreal Tenebrae: Murder Mystery Horror Explore A Town Game. I think a Frog is mayor.  - NEXT JUMP: Schump Tactics  - Ruya: Lesbian Bejeweled  - Gutwhale: Descend through a giant whale  - Double Cross: Multi-dimensional cop propaganda  - Mobius: twisty 2d puzzle platformer  - Midnight Ultra: Another game about making your eyes bleed. In first person!  - Dominique Pamplemousse in “it’s all over once the fat lady sings!”: you’re non-binary and in a musical. With singing and everything.  - Dominique Pamplemousse and Dominique Pamplemousse: Who’s cannon, you? Or your clone from the alternate ending?  - The King’s Bird: Super Mario World Cape Powerup on Cocaine  - RISK SYSTEM: Side scrolling shmup  - cook, serve, delicious, 2!!: Cook, and serve. Be delicious.  - Radical Solitaire: Basically just Solitaire but cooler  - Headliner Novinews: Control the news, endorse drone police! Or don’t!  - FLAMBERGE: Turn based tactical rpg but everyone goes at the same time  - Octodad: It’s in here!  - Silver Grapple: You’ve got a grappling hook dude!  - Semblance: Shape the world around you. It’s all dough.

...I’m only about 1/5th of the way through. I’ll probably update this list when I see more games worth talking about just for convenience for people who DO buy the bundle.

[lucifer-kane]

7 Ron and Jack?

Jack was cold more than anything else since getting out of the void, even when Summer in King Falls hit and the days were sweltering and everyone was complaining about the heat. He would be sitting on the edge of the dock, feet in the water, and still shivering a little bit even as the sun beat down on him.

During the winter was hell, the cold even worse when he was outside for only a few moments during the day, no matter how much he bundeled up, he was utterly freezing. These days he’d spend his time in front of a heater or fireplace, depending where he was at. Today he was on Ron’s living room floor in front of the mans fireplace, the thing roaring almost. He was basically in a nest in front of it, his face pink from how close he was, and yet, he was still shivering, and he almost wanted to cry because of it.

It was just Jack and Ron in the little place tonight, Sammy having left a few hours before to head to work. Jack looked up at the larger man as he walked around the little cozy kitchen, fixing up a nice hot cider for the two of them (non alcoholic). And he walks over and settles on the floor next to Jack, grunting a bit as his knees pop, and Jack reaches his arms out of the next enough to grab the mug.

“Thank you.” Jack says, voice soft before he takes a little sip, the hot liquid soothing his throat. Ron smiles and kisses his temple softly.

“Figured you need something warm.”

“It’s always good when you make it, Sammy’s bad at it.” That pulls a laugh out of Ron and that laugh makes Jack beam.

“He’ll learn eventually.” Jack tucks himself a little closer to the fire and Ron pulls him back, making the younger man whine just a bit.

“Ron.... I’m cold.”

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you get closer.” Ron says, running his hand through Jack’s white tinged hair. Jack just looks back to the fire and his shoulders slump a bit. Ron sighs softly and starts pulling at Jack’s nest.

“Come now darlin. Let me in, I’ll keep you warm.” Jack perks up and undoes the blankets that are around him and Ron settles in behind Jack, pulling the smaller man against his chest as Jack wraps the two up once more. Jack settles back against Ron and hums happily.

“Better?” Ron asks, pressing his forehead against The top of Jack’s head.

“Much.”

“Good.”

[crochetedblorbos]

"I was wondering if you...would...help me kill someone."

Character Name: Dr. Annie Walker

Fandom: Realms of Peril & Glory: Liminal London [Podcast]

Played By: Shamani Bundell

Yarn Used: Dress/Shoes/Hair: Loops & Threads Soft Classic - Black Skin: CraftSmart Value - White Lips: CraftSmart Value - Tomato

Basic pattern here.

I have yet to hear Shamani voice a character I didn’t want to hug at least a little bit, and Annie is no exception.I have yet to hear Shamani voice a character I didn’t want to hug at least a little bit, and Annie is no exception. She's just been through so much and she doesn't deserve any of it, and every time it looks like she's going to get at least something approximating a happy ending...ugh. At least she got one dance and one kiss, right?

Annie went WAY off the beaten path, and deviates from the standard pattern as follows:

Dress: Okay, this was actually a lot of fun. For the first time, I did the skirt part first! I wanted it to be a kind of classy, elegant ballgown of the sort that Annie’s goth little heart would thrill to and Chantal’s innate fashion sense would approve of, so I used a shell stitch. The pattern is as follows:

Skirt: Ch 79. R1: Sc in second ch from hook, [skip next 2 ch, 5 dc in next ch, skip next 2 ch, sc in next ch] 12 times, skip next 2 ch, 5dc in next ch, skip next 2 ch, join to first sc (13 sc, 65 dc). R2: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 12 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (13 sc, 65 dc). R3: Ch 2, [hdc in next 11 st, inv dec] 6 times, sl st in first hdc (72 hdc). R4: Ch 1, [sc in first st, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next st, skip next 2 st] 12 times, sl st in first sc (12 sc, 60 dc). R5: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 11 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (12 sc, 60 dc). R6: Ch 2, [hdc in next 10 st, inv dec] 6 times, sl st in first hdc (66 hdc). R7: Ch 1, [sc in first st, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next st, skip next 2 st] 11 times, sl st in first sc (11 sc, 55 dc). R5: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 10 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (11 sc, 55 dc). R7: Ch 2, [hdc in next 9 st, inv dec] 6 times, sl st in first hdc (60 hdc). R8: Ch 1, [sc in first st, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next st, skip next 2 st] 10 times, sl st in first sc (10 sc, 50 dc). R9: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 9 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (10 sc, 50 dc). R10: Ch 2, [hdc in next 8 st, inv dec] 6 times, sl st in first hdc (54 hdc). R11: Ch 1, [sc in first st, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next st, skip next 2 st] 9 times, sl st in first sc (9 sc, 45 dc). R12: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 8 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (9 sc, 45 dc). R13: Ch 2, [hdc in next 7 st, inv dec] 6 times, sl st in first hdc (48 hdc). R14: Ch 1, [sc in first st, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next st, skip next 2 st] 8 times, sl st in first sc (8 sc, 40 dc). R15: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 7 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (8 sc, 40 dc). R16: Ch 2, [hdc in next 6 st, inv dec] 6 times, sl st in first hdc (42 hdc). R17: Ch 1, [sc in first st, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next st, skip next 2 st] 7 times, sl st in first sc (7 sc, 35 dc). R18: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 6 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (7 sc, 35 dc). R19: Ch 2, [hdc in next 5 st, inv dec] 6 times, sl st in first hdc (36 hdc). R20: Ch 1, [sc in first st, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next st, skip next 2 st] 6 times, sl st in first sc (6 sc, 30 dc). R21: Ch 3 (counts as first dc), 4 dc in same st, [skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, 5 dc in next sc] 5 times, skip next 2 st, sc in middle dc of shell, skip next 2 st, sl st in third ch (6 sc, 30 dc). R22: Ch 2, hdc in front loop of each st around, sl st in first hdc (36 hdc). R23: Ch 1, sc in back loop of each st around, sl st in first sc (36 sc).

Bodice: I picked up the pattern as if R23 was R42 at that point and mostly continued as normal. I did try to give her a sweetheart neckline, though, so when I got to a point where I judged the plunge of the collar would come in, I switched to the skin color, did 3 sc in back loops, switched back to the dress color, 1 sc, back to skin, 3 sc in back loops, and resume dress color for remainder of round. The next round I just did expanded the stretch of skin by one stitch on either side and continued to do so until I reached the natural end of the dress.

When I reached the neck, I actually stuffed her from the bottom up. I then sewed on a base that was, essentially, your basic circle with a ripple effect on the outer rim because I had hoped it would make the skirt appear to billow. I don’t think it worked exactly the way I intended, but it works well enough.

And speaking of things that didn’t work exactly the way I intended but worked well enough…

…I put a magnet in Annie’s right shoulder blade, so she and Declan can share a dance in the closest approximation of proper ballroom frame that can be achieved through half-remembered long-ago lessons and a single YouTube video tutorial.

Head: I did what I did with Alice and stitched Annie’s scalp in her hair color, then used the loop method to attach hair all around her hairline. Once I had done that, I experimented with gathering it into a bun but settled for a high ponytail because it wasn’t quite long enough. I tried to give her a little bit of blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth, too. And the eyes…red (well, dark pink) just seemed too clichéed, so I went with gold.

Arms: You know those frilly off-the-shoulder sleeves you see on fantasy ball gowns? That’s what I was going for here. I did the arms in the skin color all the way up, but I did the round next from last in front loops only and the last one in back loops only. I then joined the dress yarn to the front loops of that round, sc in each loop around, joined, and then did two shells, one on either side…more or less.