#but this is much more comfortable solution

[luvvyouforever]

omg loved the emily breeding, can you do a emily x pregnant reader and she’s like feral

the solution - emily prentiss x pregnant!reader

synopsis: your baby is being stubborn. emily knows just the trick. content: nsfw mdni 18+, smut, pregnancy sex, strap penetration, mentions of pregnancy labor, some insecurities, fingering + oral author's note: came up with this idea then thought of your request! enjoy <3

nine months ago, you were sure that you had never been happier than when your pregnancy test came up positive and you got to surprise emily with the news. you had been trying for a long time, the ivf process being fickle, but once it happened, the apartment was a flurry of crib building, name choosing, and baby proofing.

now, nine months later, you want nothing more than to be done with pregnancy. you were overdue by an entire week and it was miserable. you felt big, you waddled like a penguin, and everything hurt all the time. but nothing was working. you tried spicy food, walking up and down the curb, yoga, nothing.

emily knew you were struggling. you could see it in the way her face developed the smallest pout when you groaned getting off the couch or winced at another false contraction. she had took some research into her own hands, finding strategies that weren't so common. it even included a call to jj who had informed emily how she induced her own labor.

emily balked at the news, but her shock was quickly replaced with excitement as she thought this could really work. having been on parental leave for a few days now, she was able to spend late nights with you again. all she had to do was convince you, and you could never really say no to her.

your day had been another day full of unsuccessful labor inductions. you had dates delivered to the apartment and ate those with nothing. you made the teas that people online raved about with nothing. when another round of labor yoga videos on youtube didn't work, it became too much.

emily heard sniffles on the couch from where she was in the kitchen cooking dinner. it was then followed by a sob and she took the food off of the heat and ran over to where you were sitting.

"pretty girl," she cooed. her hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears that had started to fall from your eyes. "what's going on?"

her voice did little to soothe you. if anything, her comforting presence only brought on more tears. you took a deep breath, trying to calm the sobs racking your body. "nothing is working," you said shakily. "i don't want to have to get them to induce my labor. i wanted to do it. it's my job."

emily tsked and sat next to you on the couch. gently, she tugged your body close to hers and ran her hands along the expanse of your back. she thought about her next words carefully, then tilted your chin up to meet her eyes. "i have another idea that we haven't tried yet, baby."

your ears perked up, but you worked hard not to get your hopes up. you sniffled and asked, "yeah?"

emily shuffled so her body faced yours completely. "we don't have to do it if you don't want to. but jj said it worked for her when henry was being stubborn." you nodded, encouraging her to continue. "sex is supposed to be on the best methods of labor induction."

her cheeks flared a little bit at her bluntness and yours did too. you had read about it, truthfully, but you didn't think emily would want to, or that it would even be comfortable in the first place. in fact, since your bump had gotten a little too big to get off the bed easily, you and emily hadn't done much of anything.

"i...are you sure? i haven't been able to shave in a while and i've got bad cellulite and i probably need another bath-"

emily hushed you immediately. "are you kidding, baby?" she asked, as if your words attacked her personally. she moved in closer to you, one hand resting on your bump, the other caging you in to the couch. "you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, carrying my baby, all glowing and gorgeous."

your cheeks flared intensely and despite your previous statements, your thighs rubbed together. emily leant down more, placing a tender kiss on your lips. when she pulled away, you followed as best you could, seeking more affection.

"let's get you to the bedroom, yeah?" her voice was sultry, dropped down a few octaves. you nodded, biting your lip. her strong arms helped you off the couch to your feet and she led you through the apartment, passed the nursery, and into your bedroom. she eased you down onto the bed, then crawled on top of you, stripping her top as she did so.

your mouth watered at the sight before you. since she had been home all day, emily hadn't been wearing a bra underneath her top. your hands flew to her chest and your eyes met her intense gaze.

emily's knee spread your legs apart and took purchase between them. with the slightest push, you whined, having had no contact in a long time. her lips connected with yours again, this time messier and more passionate. her desire was leaking through every one of her touches.

when she pulled away, her pupils were blown wide, her chest heaving with deep breaths. "you are so beautiful," she said, her words accentuated with another push of her knee. "i didn't think i'd get that possessive seeing your belly full 'cause of me but i am." technically, it was true. she had provided the eggs for the pregnancy.

you moaned at her words, feeling hot and needy under gaze and touch. "'m all yours, emily," you whispered, hands still groping at her chest. she smiled and pulled you forward, whisking off your top.

her hands flew to your bump and breasts, rubbing and squeezing with nothing but adoration in her eyes. her lips met your jaw, then your neck, planting open mouthed kisses on your delicate skin. slowly, she moved down to your chest where her lips and teeth gently dragged along your hypersensitive body. you gasped when her lips met your bare bump where she took extra time kissing your stretch marks, something she knew you were insecure about.

then, her fingers hooked into the waistline of your pants and she looked up to your eyes with a silent question. when you nodded, she smiled and lifted your legs, pulling down your pants and underwear with them.

"emily!" you squeaked when your lips suddenly made contact with your sensitive clit. you could feel her smirk against your skin. in seconds, her tongue was diving between your folds, sending the most crude noises echoing around the bedroom. you moaned loudly, head falling back against the pillow.

your entire body felt alight, whether that was because of the pregnancy or because you hadn't had an orgasm in so long, you weren't sure. emily's ministrations felt heavenly, if a little overstimulating. you didn't want her to stop though. her tongue circled your clit in a way that had your hole clenching around nothing.

slowly, emily inserted one of her slender fingers inside of you, curling upwards to your sweet spot that had you whining. "please, em...more," you choked out between moans. her tongue continued its assault as a second finger met your insides, curling up again with the other. a knot that had been building in your tummy threatened to snap and with several long licks up your clit, it broke. "fuck!" you shouted. emily greedily cleaned up everything that seeped out of you, none of which was your water breaking.

you groaned, feeling good, but only slightly disappointed that quite a powerful orgasm didn't work. but emily wasn't ready to stop. before you could speak, she stood up from the bed, slipping off her pants, leaving her in only underwear. you had done this dance many times and once you saw her heading for the dresser, you knew what she was pulling out from the bottom drawer.

in a daze, you watched emily step into her familiar harness then saunter over to you, smirking the whole way. "you thought we were done, sweet girl?" she teased. she lined her body up between your thighs, the dildo teasing your entrance. "baby, everyone knows penetration works the best."

with her teasing words, she slid into you, not requiring lubrication from the way her earlier actions riled you up. her frame bent over yours the most she could, one of her hands holding your hip. the other gripping your hand.

"missed this so much," she whispered, and you knew she was being honest because you missed it too. "been wanting to fill you up again so bad."

she moved her hips forward and backward, the dildo pushing in to you in a way that had you moaning with every thrust. you wouldn't last long, you were sure of it. every drag against your g-spot felt heavenly. emily patiently increased the speed of her thrusts, not wishing to hurt you, but wanting to make you feel good. she was deliberate with every movement, eyeing the way your body responded to her.

"my pretty girl," she cooed at a particularly loud whimper. "been loving seeing you with your pretty bump. walking around with you, everyone knowing your mine." she dipped low, lips hovering above your ear. "so fucking sexy all bred f'me."

it was as if a switch was flipped and her words sent you reeling again. you looked into her eyes, a pleading look begging for more. who was she to deny your pleasure when you needed it most? her thrusts grew deeper and faster, hips snapping against your own. your moans bounced around the walls of the room, egging her on further.

everything came at once. first, it was your legs shaking furiously from the pleasure racking your body. then it was more of emily's filthy words entering your brain, sending you down further into pleasure, and then when her hand moved from your hip to circle your clit, you came with a garbled moan of her name.

a few seconds passed and emily felt more wet than usual. she slowly eased out of you and that was when you felt it. "holy shit," emily whispered, eyeing the mess. "your water broke."

you broke through your orgasmic daze and leaned your head up. "are you serious?" you asked. that was when you felt a strong contraction that caused you to groan. emily sprung into action, first dampening a warm cloth in the bathroom to clean you up. then, she found the clothes that had been laid out for a week and a half, bringing them over to you to help you change. she then put on her own clothes and looked at you with a wide smile.

"go time, sweet girl," she said, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. she'd have to thank jj later for the recommendation.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Dialogue: Compliments

Compliment - a verbal or written remark that expresses admiration, respect, or praise for another person or group.

The definition of compliment includes the general expression of good wishes or affirmations on quality, as in the example sentence, “My compliments to the chef.”

Studies show that compliments can activate the brain’s reward center, promote positivity, and help build self-esteem and overall good mental health.

Types of Compliments

You can compliment anyone, from family members to coworkers to strangers on the street. Some compliments include the following:

Accomplishments: You can compliment someone about their past or recent achievements. You could compliment a significant personal win like reaching a career goal or a minor victory like guessing the word of the day on a challenging crossword puzzle.

Appearance: You can view these compliments as flattering comments about how someone looks on a particular occasion or about attributes like beautiful eyes, skin, or hair.

Creativity: Compliments about creativity might include kind statements about someone’s artistic ability or creative solutions to issues, projects, or problems.

Intelligence: When you compliment someone’s intelligence, you could give them a sincere compliment about a specific situation or playfully tell them they’re a smart cookie in a general sense.

Personality: Compliments about someone’s personality cover many areas and might include statements about the person having a great sense of humor, being a great listener, or always seeing the silver lining in difficult situations.

Whole person: You can compliment someone about how you view them, such as telling them they’re an awesome friend or a great sister.

Examples of Compliments to Give

The best compliments come from the heart and are unique and specific to the person you’re addressing. Consider the following compliment suggestions:

You have a beautiful smile.

You always light up a room.

I love your style.

That color looks great on you.

I love your sense of humor; you always make me laugh.

I’m impressed by your ability to stay calm and focused when things are stressful.

Your ideas are so innovative and fresh.

You’re always so helpful.

I appreciate your honesty.

I always have fun when I’m with you.

You’re stronger than you think you are.

I’m grateful you’re in my life.

You’re an inspiration to me.

You add so much to our community; I’m glad you’re here.

I admire that you always speak up with your opinion.

I always feel comfortable being myself around you.

You’ve brought such joy into my life.

I love how curious you are about how things work.

You’re such a good team player and considerate of others.

You’re so patient when dealing with others’ problems.

How to Compliment Someone

Giving a compliment might feel awkward at first, but with practice, you’ll experience the benefits of improved relationships and an overall sense of wellness. Follow these guidelines when giving a compliment:

Be specific. The more detailed your compliment, the more impactful it feels to the person receiving it. Telling someone they’re a good listener is lovely, but telling them about a specific time when they made you feel heard them feels more meaningful.

Embrace sincerity. Most people can sense when a compliment is insincere, so tell the truth when giving praise. Avoid giving compliments you don’t believe, such as telling them they’re attractive when you don’t find them attractive or telling someone they did a good job when they failed at the task.

Include strangers. Avoid reserving compliments just for people you know well. A well-timed and honest compliment to someone you don’t know can make their day, even if it’s about something simple. Avoid complimenting people you don’t know well on their physical appearance.

Notice the good things. Pay attention to your family, friends, loved ones, and coworkers, and note their good qualities and accomplishments. When you spend a lot of time with people, it’s easy to only focus on problems or negative issues that need solutions. Incorporate taking in the positive and giving compliments regularly to forge stronger connections and make a habit of noticing the good.

How to Respond to a Compliment

In some cases, you may find receiving compliments creates anxiety, especially if you suffer from low self-esteem. Follow these tips when responding to a compliment:

Avoid rejecting the compliment. Sometimes receiving compliments feels uncomfortable, making you impulsively want to give credit to someone else, turn it into a joke, or tell the person why you don’t deserve the accolades. Though you may feel all these things internally, do your best to avoid verbalizing your self-doubt, which could make the other person feel foolish or rejected.

Express your gratitude. Accept the compliment as you would a gift, saying “thank you.” If you wish, you can expand on your appreciation by adding how the compliment made a difference (either as a positive emotion or as an encouragement to keep going).

It’s about the giver as much as it’s about you. When someone compliments you, they tell you how your behavior or actions impacted them, which may feel like a vulnerable act for them. Remember that how you respond can have an emotional effect on the receiver.

Redirect compliments meant for someone else. If someone compliments you about an action or work you didn’t do, redirect them to the right person while supporting their desire to give a compliment. For example, if someone compliments you about a work project you didn’t do, you might say, “That’s so nice of you to say that! Actually, Kim completed that job. I’m sure she’d love to hear your feedback.”

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[bluecaitjinx]

caitjinx (canon-divergent) headcanon - chronic pain

here’s a short headcanon i did as a writing warm-up (and because i wanted to write some fluff).

1k under the cut ~

jinx experiences chronic pain as a result of the life-saving shimmer transfusion she received after the fateful skirmish on the bridge. it manifests as a constant, dull ache throughout her body accompanied by occasional migraines (made worse/triggered by her hallucinations and psychotic episodes).

when the pain gets to be unmanageable, jinx will stay in bed for most of the day, wrapped up in her and caitlyn’s plush duvet and surrounded by pillows. given how stubborn jinx usually is when it comes to taking care of herself, caitlyn knows that the pain must be particularly bad if she finds jinx burrowed under the covers midday.

caitlyn is always on the search for elixirs, holistic medicine - quite literally anything that isn’t magic to help alleviate jinx’s suffering. the only thing that has brought jinx some minor relief is an herbal supplement caitlyn had imported from ionia (her father’s suggestion). even so, it has become clear to both jinx and caitlyn that there is no “cure” or fix-all solution. the best thing they can do is focus on pain-management.

——

“darling?” caitlyn’s voice comes in the form of a low murmur inches away from jinx’s ear. she wasn’t aware that caitlyn had joined her in bed.

“hmm?” jinx hums groggily, followed by an unsatisfying yawn that cuts a little too short. when she cracks her eyes open, squinting in preparation for the bright afternoon light to assault her senses, she’s grateful to be met with darkness. caitlyn must have drawn the heavy drapes that work surprisingly well as blackout curtains.

the woman in question pulls back just enough to meet jinx’s questioning and disoriented gaze. jinx looks adorable nestled in the blankets that dwarf her petite frame, but the small smile that graces caitlyn’s lips at the sight softens sympathetically when jinx winces in pain.

“hey. i just wanted to come in and check on you,” caitlyn explains, continuing to speak quietly as to not cause jinx any more distress. she lifts her hand from where it rests in between them on the mattress to comb her fingers through jinx’s unruly bangs sticking up every which way. “have you taken your supplements, yet?”

at the mention of “supplements,” a soft whine of protest escapes the back of jinx’s throat. her bottom lip subsequently juts out in a pout as she leans into caitlyn’s touch, desperate for any modicum of comfort she can get. it’s difficult to see caitlyn’s face in the near pitch black of the other woman’s bedroom, but jinx still manages to detect a glint of amusement in caitlyn’s icy blue eye.

“no…” jinx admits with a reluctant mumble. she pulls the duvet up to her chin with a stilted movement and a hiss. “it hurts to move.”

caitlyn’s chest clenches at the thought jinx being in so much pain that she can’t so much as sit up to swallow a pill. after tucking jinx’s hair behind her ear, caitlyn tenderly caresses jinx’s cheek with her palm and a brush of her thumb against lightly freckled skin. the pit in caitlyn’s stomach shrinks when jinx’s pout morphs into less pitiful, unconscious frown. “that’s alright, my love. i can help you take it whenever you’re ready.”

jinx’s eyes slip closed once again as she slowly exhales through her nose and gives a resigned nod. the warm weight of caitlyn’s hand somewhat soothes (or rather distracts from) the persistent pain that has sunken its claws into the bluette. pain akin to the feeling of molten lava crawling through her veins and creeping into the confines of her skull. its intensity varies on any given day, but it’s currently just shy of boiling.

she hates feeling this helpless. this weak. this vulnerable.

jinx supposes, however, that if anyone is going to see her in such a state, she’d want it to be caitlyn. despite all that they’ve been through and all of the hurt they’ve inflicted upon one another, jinx has come to trust caitlyn like no other. aside from proving their loyalty to one another on countless occasions since the formation of their friendship-turned-relationship, jinx finds it remarkably easy to trust someone who has never knowingly lied to her.

like jinx, caitlyn is brutally honest, often to a fault. there is no beating around the bush with her. no chance of deception - jinx highly doubts caitlyn would be able to tell a convincing lie if she tried. when caitlyn hated jinx, she said as much. and now that caitlyn loves jinx, she says as much and means it.

jinx is shaken from her wallowing and momentary reflection by the feeling of pillowy lips pressed to her forehead. the corner of her mouth twitches up into a faint smirk, but she keeps her eyes shut, savoring the gentle affection. “gonna kiss it better?” jinx teases good-naturedly and snorts when she feels caitlyn begin to smile.

caitlyn breaks away briefly to hum in response, “it’s worth a shot.” as promised, she plants yet another kiss onto jinx’s face, this time on her girlfriend’s cheekbone (the one not covered by caitlyn’s thumb). then, a kiss on the apple of jinx’s cheek. then, on the tip of her nose. and the bridge. then, between her eyebrows before switching course to her temple.

instinctively scrunching her nose at the onslaught, jinx wriggles ever so slightly in her blanket-cocoon. each peppered kiss is softer than the last, leaving a trail of pleasant tingles in their wake. the ache felt deep in jinx’s bones is made tolerable by the puffs of caitlyn’s breath punctuating every peck, the quiet giggle caitlyn lets loose when she accidentally noses jinx’s eyelid, and the scent of caitlyn’s perfume that jinx bought her when traveling abroad.

jinx wishes caitlyn could scoot closer and hold her, but to be touched any more than this would be unbearable.

when caitlyn eventually concludes lavishing jinx with her love, jinx finally allows her eyes to flutter open. her heart thumps a little harder at caitlyn’s gap-toothed grin. “is that it?”

caitlyn knows jinx is only joking, but she releases an indignant huff regardless. under normal circumstances, caitlyn might have lightly poked or pinched jinx for being cheeky and ungrateful. instead, caitlyn simply moves her hand back up to the bluette’s hair, petting the tufts of cyan locks that have grown out since the buzzcut. “don’t tell me that i didn’t cure you of all your ailments,” caitlyn quips dryly.

“no, you’re right. i’m totally cured. actually, i think i’m gonna go do a backflip off of the roof and land in a split,” jinx deadpans without moving a muscle, which successfully elicits a chuckle from caitlyn.

“it’s remarkable how you still manage to pretend as though my affection is a nuisance,” caitlyn muses to herself, a knowing smile stealing across her lips. she props herself up on her elbow while continuing her ministrations and gazing down at her bed-ridden girlfriend. “but you’re a bad actress, darling.“

after a beat, her expression becomes sympathetic once more, and she adds in a whisper, “i do wish i could take your pain away, though, jinx. more than you know.”

unused to such heartfelt declarations, jinx’s knee-jerk reaction (and defense mechanism) is to make fun of caitlyn for being a sap. thankfully, jinx has enough presence of mind and impulse-control to not give into the urge. “i’m fine, cait,” she insists earnestly. “sure, it sucks ass, but it’s not the end of the world. we both know what that actually looks like.”

caitlyn’s smile turns rueful at the reminder of all of which, and all of whom, they have lost.

“that we do.”

[rivalswrites]

Could you do headcannons for poly w Reed Richards X Reader X Susan Storm? I love them both sm <3

Throuple with Reed and Susan

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

A single suggestive comment is made, but it's not serious or goes into detail. Susan is called Sue

Oml I love them both so much, let me be their third 😭🙌 wrote a little more than I thought I would.

Masterlist

Two words. Power. Throuple.

Not only do you three dominate the bedroom, but also the battle field and laboratory. Three big geniuses and strong fighters.

The three of you make the greatest support system, not only for each other but for others around you as well. When either of you are down, the other two know just how to brighten the day, your optimism in any situation spreading to those around and bringing their mood up- intentional or not.

Reed is an airhead at times, but that doesn't stop you and Sue from loving him as he loved you. He's been getting overwhelmed as of lately, the weight of saving the entire multiverse was heavy on his mind more than anyone else. Working day and night while also fighting to keep things at bay, it was a lot for him. You and Sue could see that. So it's more often than not that during free time the two of you would sit in the laboratory and watch over him. Both of you would take turns making sure he ate something and giving him affection to keep him sane.

Sue is strong minded, she believes in what she knows is right and won't back down to anyone who dares say otherwise. The multiversal problem is stressful for her too, but she knows when to ask for help when she feels it's all too much for her. Her favorite activity to relax is a cuddle pile, believe it or not. She'll lay on the bed, and enjoy the pressure of both you and Reed laying directly on top of her; Reed’s arms wrapped tightly around the both of you.

That's often how you guys sleep, on top of Sue and in the arms of Reed. Though the person being dog piled on would alternate on occasion, it was usually Sue.

When Reed can't make it to bed (even with you and Sue taking the time to try and convince him to get some sleep) the both of you find it hard to sleep without his arms around you two. The solution? Burrito blanket. You take the biggest blanket you can and roll around until it's tight and the both of you are giggling face to face in each other's arms.

When Sue can't make it to bed, for whatever reason, you and Reed make it work. He still wraps his arms around you like usual, but he lays on top of you now. He isn't used to not having someone underneath him, so if it isn't Sue it's probably you. Sue’s pillow rests in between you two, it somehow brings comfort to you.

When you can't make it to bed, Sue and Reed suffer, but make due. They lay facing together on your usual spot on the bed, wrapped up in all the blankets and only using your pillows. When you come in later to finally rest, they slightly wake up (like they have some sort of 6th sense) and happily welcome you in between them. No sleeping on anyone needed, just a squished sandwich because the both of them refuse to move off of your side of the bed.

Meals are special, a time uninterrupted by anything. Usually meals are held at the table, plates set and food displayed for anyone to grab as much as they wanted. Conversation flowed easily about every topic, be it work or a hobby, anything brought up is welcomed by the others. But sometimes meals are less formal, usually dinner. It'd be held in your room, sitting on the bed with takeout containers sat on everyone's laps while totally binging some dumb reality show. You all laugh and call the people in the show dumb, and it's just a time where the three of you can fully relax and enjoy time in your spouse's presence.

Reed is more affectionate than Sue, his stretchy body playing a great role in it. He'll wrap his arms around you, Sue, or both (much like during the night), and nuzzle his dumb face into your shoulder. He likes to muzzle, and he does it very often; in bed, as a greeting, as a goodbye, while hugging, any time he has the chance he'll take the opportunity to do it. His beard scratches against your skin or hair, but it doesn't feel as uncomfortable as you'd think.

Sue has taken up Reed's nuzzling habit, having been around him for so long. She doesn't do it as often, and only in private. Usually in solitude when she's down or comforting you/Reed. Sometimes in bed, when it's just her and either of you, she gets embarrassed if it's both of you and doesn't do it. Her hugs are strong and extremely comforting.

Never is one person in the relationship left to do all the work, even when they ask for it. Cooking is never a one person job, nor are chores. It's all split as evenly as possible, and if someone is behind on anything the others are there to help. If you can't find the time or effort to do something, Sue and Reed will do it for you if possible- saying you'll just have to return the favor later (the favor being extra affection or a one on one date).

Speaking of, one on one dates do happen. Both you, Sue, and Reed understand that sometimes there are times where three is a bit much, or that there needs to be separate bonding time. You and Sue will have shopping dates, you and Reed will have walks outside together, Reed and Sue will catch up on a hobby they both share, you've all got something special for the separate dates.

Celebrations are taken very seriously. Anniversaries, birthdays, big milestones, you name it they'll celebrate it. Reed has taken it up on himself to perfect each and every cake flavor to exist, so every celebration has a homemade cake that the three of you have to give to Johnny and Ben the next day to help finish it. Sue on the other hand takes the time with you to plan dinner, be it take out or making a warm meal together.

[bwat5-blog]

Hope: Chapter 3

Arcane Fanfic: Non-Canon Compliant

Jinx sits quietly, brushing Vi’s shaggy mane of fiery hair, singing softly: “Dear friend, across the river. My hands are cold and bare. Dear friend, across the river, I’ll take what you can spare…”

She smiles and sets the brush aside, leaning down and pressing her forehead to her older sister’s.

“You’d probably hate to hear this... but I think the long hair suits you. It makes you look...softer... like you’ve experienced something other than pain in life... other than the fight.”

“I happen to agree,” a polite, nervous voice says from the doorway.

Jinx looks up to see Caitlyn Kiramman standing in the doorway, smiling awkwardly.

“Welcome back. How was the meeting?” Jinx asks.

Caitlyn walks in, setting down a bundle of papers and scrolls with a sigh. “Oh, the business of setting things right and rebuilding... exhausting, but worthwhile. Especially given my part in the breaking.” She smiles sadly and sits in the chair across from Jinx.

In the week or so since Jinx had been moved from the bunker, she and Caitlyn had slowly started finding a rhythm. They were cordial and cautious—not in the way of two people setting their mutual hatred aside for a common cause, but in the way of two people realizing that hatred meant nothing anymore and afraid they’d be the one to ruin it.

Caitlyn leans forward, resting an elbow on the arm of the chair. She scratches Vi’s left forearm gently with her nails. “When she would wake from nightmares, I would do this to soothe her back to sleep. I’d give anything for her eyes to open now... even if they were full of the hatred I deserve.”

“We all made mistakes, Caitlyn, and we’ve both hurt her,” Jinx offers quietly.

Caitlyn looks at her, and Jinx is shocked to see gratitude in her eyes. Caitlyn shakes her head gently.

“I was deceived... and preyed upon... I know this. But my mistakes were mine. The Piltover council recognizes that they all agreed to martial law, and as such, the occupation of Zaun was... technically lawful. And they found enough documentation in Ambessa’s private offices to prove I didn’t know about the brutality happening in Stillwater. But...”

“Zaun wants more,” Jinx says simply.

Caitlyn nods. “And they are right to. Regardless of the whole story, they suffered. But I think I’ve found a solution.” She brushes Vi’s hair from her eyes.

“I really miss her, Jinx. Father says she should wake any day, but... she gives me strength.”

“Me too,” Jinx whispers. She looks up and sees tears in Caitlyn’s eyes. “Caitlyn... Zaun... what did you offer them?” she asks, a small bit of apprehension blooming in her stomach.

Caitlyn sits back and smiles ruefully. “Well, it isn’t finalized yet, so I didn’t want to tell you. Firstly, I believe I’ve secured your pardon.”

Jinx sits back, mouth open. She looks at Caitlyn, this woman she took so much from, who hated her and whom she hated in return. “Why?”

Caitlyn runs her hands through her hair. “I meant what I said, Jinx... I want to give Vi a world worth waking up to. If she woke up and you were still suffering, it might break that heart of hers for good. I won’t allow it,” she says, turning away a little.

“Caitlyn, thank you.” Jinx reaches across and takes Caitlyn’s hand without thinking. “But... what’s the other condition?”

Caitlyn turns back to her. “I’ve agreed to leave these shores. For good. Once Vi is well.” She says stiffly. “My father still has land in Ionia. I can live comfortably there as long as I... I never return.”

Caitlyn gives her a clearly forced smile. “As I said, though, they were understanding. They will allow me to wait until Vi is awake so I can bid her farewell.”

Jinx’s stomach drops. She gains her freedom, and Caitlyn is exiled. “That can’t happen. You said this is for Vi. How do you think she’s going to feel if the woman she loves is sent away?”

“It’s for the best. All I am is pain to the Undercity and I.. I don’t think she can ever trust me again anyway” Caitlyn says biting her lip so hard she draws blood.

“She trusts me...” Jinx says earnestly.

Caitlyn shakes her head. “You are her sister. Her kin… I lost the right to her love, Jinx. I didn’t help you all and Vander down there in some desperate bid for the reward of her coming back to me. I don’t deserve that. This way, Zaun is pleased. She gets her sister... and I go where I can’t hurt anyone else here.”

Jinx sits quietly. “Caitlyn. Vi loves you. You know that. There has to be another option”.

Caitlyn shakes her head chuckling through tears “Their first offer was thirty lashes but it was quickly taken off of the table when Sevika offered to relieve the man speaking of his head. This was the only thing they would accept in lieu of violence”.

Jinx grimaces in disgust “Blood for blood. Just what we need… Caitlyn Vi needs you she”

Caitlyn sobs loudly choking. “I hit her Jinx!... after that fight in the vent chamber. I promised not to change. I kissed her, and then... I.I hit her and abandoned her. I knew her history! I knew how she had suffered! And I still became everything she ever feared I was and took away her hope. And all for the great crime of her putting herself in front of my gun to save that little girl from my hatred and madness.”

Caitlyn leans forward, curling up on herself, sobbing now. Jinx freezes. She has never been good at this sort of thing, and the mention of Caitlyn hitting Vi, as well as the reminder of the day she almost shot Isha, sends a whisper of that old rage through Jinx’s mind. But...

No... back to sleep... back to sleep...

Jinx stands slowly and walks gently around the bed. She drops to her knees next to Caitlyn and, like Tobias did with her, starts rubbing small circles on Caitlyn’s back.

“Hey... um... follow my breathing, okay? In for five, hold for five, out for five.”

Caitlyn goes stiff at her touch for a moment, then nods through her wracking sobs.

In: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5. Hold: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5. Out: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5.

They repeat the cycle several times as Caitlyn slowly masters herself. Jinx stands and quickly pours her some water from a pitcher and brings her the glass, standing back while Caitlyn sits up and smiles gratefully through red, puffy eyes.

“I... am so sorry. That was... unbecoming of me,” Caitlyn says stiffly. “Thank you for helping me. I imagine it wasn’t easy for you with our history”.

Jinx nods and sits back in her chair across from Caitlyn. “Maybe as easy as you willingly inviting me into your bedroom” she smiles ruefully. She looks down at Vi and squeezes her hand..

“She told me about your breakup.”

Caitlyn looks shocked for a moment, then laughs. “I suppose I should have known. I’m surprised you knew what I did and didn’t attack me the moment you saw me.”

“Oh, there was a moment I considered it,” Jinx shrugs, allowing a slight chuckle. “But, um... Vi told me something that stopped me.”

“Oh?”

Jinx nods. “She said that a person can only hold so much pain before it starts overflowing. And when it does, no matter how hard you try, that extra pain always lands on someone else. Hurts someone else. And that it doesn’t make it okay or right to hurt that other person; it just makes you human. And that if anyone should understand feeling so much pain you lose control... it should be me.”

Caitlyn looks at her, eyes watering, but nods as Jinx continues.

“I didn’t understand that as a kid, obviously. When Vi hit me in that street, I thought she hated me. And then when Silco told me she died, I had it in my mind that my sister hated me, left me, and I’d never see her again. But even when she came back to me—when you,” she reaches across and squeezes Caitlyn’s hands, “brought her back to me—I couldn’t process it. Even when she told me she’d been taken that night... seven years in Stillwater being beaten and God knows what else... all I could feel was her fist that night. All I could see was her eyes."

“And then Silco told me she was only here for you. That she didn’t care about me anymore, and it just consumed me. I was so convinced you were going to take her from me, that I was going to lose her again. I couldn’t take it. I was so angry and—”

“Afraid,” Caitlyn whispers.

Jinx looks at her and nods. “I was terrified. I know it doesn’t excuse anything, Caitlyn. I’d never say it does. Taking you, hurting you, what I did to your mom... I was so angry and afraid and alone, and I just needed to hurt. It was like fire eating me alive until I let it out, but when I did, I was just more alone than ever.

“And then I saw my sister in that uniform, and it just felt like I’d finally done it. I’d finally destroyed the last possible thing I had left worth living for. Sound familiar?” Jinx wipes away stinging tears and laughs sadly.

Caitlyn nods. “Yes... yes, it certainly does.”

Jinx sits quietly, the crackling of the fire and Vi’s breathing the only sounds around them.

Caitlyn leans back in her chair, and Jinx is struck by how exhausted she truly looks. Her eyes droop, and her head lolls. Caitlyn whispers, “I’d give anything to go back... to talk with you back then.”

Jinx smiles as she rises from her chair and grabs a blanket, gently tucking it around Caitlyn. “I’d probably have killed you,” she grins. Caitlyn smiles before her head droops, and she starts to snore gently.

Jinx exhales. She looks at Vi, sleeping soundly but still not conscious, and at Caitlyn’s exhausted form. Caitlyn, who had traded Jinx’s own freedom in exchange for her exile and never seeing Vi again...

“I believe we swore that Vi would wake to a world worth living in, Commander Kiramman. No more suffering,” Jinx says softly, smiling.

_______________________________________________________

Caitlyn wakes an hour or so later, a cool early winter breeze caressing her skin. She looks around… “Jinx?” and stands groggily, realizing she has a blanket around her that falls to the floor.

“she covered me up” she says softly… She looks down at Vi, blissfully unaware. Caitlyn leans over and kisses Vi’s forehead. “I won’t fail you again…”

Meanwhile far across the city, down in the darkness of the lanes cheers sound from the inside of The Last Drop. The representatives who attended the earlier council sit gathered around a large table toasting the inevitable exile of “The Commander” when the doors slam open with force and high raspy voice exclaims for all to hear-

“I’m hommmeeee! I need a word, councilors!”

[balkanradfem]

Fixing pants with overly-tight waistband

So, I accidentally found some warm winter pants in a box under my bed! I was extremely happy to find them because I've been out in freezing temperatures in jeans, my legs getting red and irritated from the cold. However, these pants I found, there's something interesting about them; they've got their waistband completely cut off.

I have no memory of cutting that off, but I'm 100% sure it was me, because I know what my line of thinking was. The waistband was too tight, and the pants were high-waisted, so I thought, hey, I just need to cut off this tight part and then the pants will be wearable. And then, after I cut if off, I found out, that no, you can't just cut off the piece of pants that keeps them on your body. They slide off. So after that bold move I just abandoned them in a box. I had no confidence that I could fix them, but this has changed! I am not any better at sewing than I was back then, but my confidence is through the roof, I believe I can not only fix this but make them the most comfortable pair of pants I own.

I rummaged around to find some materials I could use for a new waistband, and I was purposefully picking materials that are very stretchy, soft and warm. I want a soft stretchy waistband! I ended up being specifically drawn to these 2 black sleeves; they're from a sweater, super warm and stretchy, and also durable. I also found an elastic that I ripped out of some sweatpants in the past because it was too tight.

I decided to make the elastic longer by adding a piece of cotton fabric in the middle, and I sewed that together, I feel like it doesn't matter if there's some normal cloth in there. It won't be visible anyway.Now, to make those sleeves into a waistband. I figured out I could do it without cutting them into pieces of fabric; they're already sewn into tubes. So instead I cut them to be the same length as my elastic, and sewed them together into one long tube (I made a mistake at first and flipped one sleeve on the wrong side. But I redid it and now they're good).

Now my long tube can hold the elastic in it! But then I decided, wait, I would prefer if I just folded those tubes into a new, doubly thicker tube, because I really want as many warm layers as possible on my hips (don't wanna get cold). So the tube is folded, and elastic is placed in.

So now I needed to sew these sleeves into a new tube, with the elastic inside, and I figured, hey, I could just sew them onto the pants at the same time, so I don't have to sew that part multiple times.

I lined up the tube with the pants, and you can see I very haphazardly just sewed them on with a normal running stitch; I was mostly doing that to try it out, and see how it would look like all put together. I then sewed the elastic together in a circle, and closed the tubes together as well. The waistband at this point was shorter in length than the cut off hem of the pants, so I was lightly scrunching the pants while sewing, to match the length, knowing once I put them on this will not be visible and even out. Then I tried them on, and while it looked okay, my running stitch came apart, and the waistband separated!

You can see here how half of the waistband is off. I was so focused on scrunching the pants I forgot to make the stitch adjusted to the stretchy fabric.

I know sewing machines have a special stitch that is used on stretchy fabric so the stitch itself is stretchy, but I never found out how to do something like that by hand, and I was at that point, in a room with no internet so I wasn't gonna find out. Instead, I invented my own little stitch that would do a good-enough job. In the second picture you can see how every few stitches, there's thread just going around the edge, that was my trick. This way, when I'm stretching the waistband, instead of the thread breaking, it will pull from these areas where I've wrapped it around, because it's a bit more loose in there and can be tightened without breaking. I've also sewn it in 4 sections, so its not one continuous thread going through the same waistband.

Once I did that, I was mostly done! Here's the pants mended and how they look on me.

I've converted them into sweatpant-like garment, which, yes, good. But! I was wrong about one thing. That elastic, even though I added some length on it, was still too tight, making me feel uncomfortable and tight. So. I opened up the waistband again. Pulled the elastic out. Stitched it back, and tried it on. And decided to keep it like that. This fix didn't need an elastic, I was just paranoid that my new waistband wouldn't hold without one – but it was stretchy and firm enough to hold without any issues! They look just the same as with the elastic in them. I've since worn them outside and they're great!

This entire fix maybe took an hour and now I have comfortable pants to wear all winter. 10/10 recommend trying it out.

Also this is not an official way how to fix a waistband, I've done it before by just adding extra fabric to the waistband that was already there, and it's a lot less work, however... this works too. If you've.. chaotically cut the whole waistband off. Completely salvageable.

[spotaus]

Hi guys, this is usually what a doodle page ends up looking like <3 (oh, and @ancha-aus thought you might like this! Not writing but certainly fuel to my fire lol-)

This one is New Age filled!!! (Close-ups abd Lore beneath the cut!)

1) Night and Cross!

Night is actually very clingy once he's a teen. He doesn't usually realize it, but around the castle he'll snake to be closer to his Knights so long as there's no one he needs to keep his composure infront of is nearby. Cross is the one who's not used to physical touch (when it's not Ink ofc) so Night in his personal bubble makes his heart melt but also scares tf out of him <3

2) Error and Night's Meeting!

Error was carrying his whole life on his back and trying not to get arrested for unintentional property damage at this point, so when he saw the chance to get back at his brother and prove he was strong enough? Yeah, he got that on chance instantly. And was VERY smug when Nightmare chose him. (Also, Error is wearing gloves, so less Haphephobia)

3) Dream and Blue designs!

I think these are good tentative designs! Dream probably has a more regal fit, but he likes to play up that rugged exile look- He's inspired by Archers, while Blue takes on that classic Knightly-vibe. Their equipment is mostly stolen from Night's troops or brought with them from Blue's home kingdom.

Also, Dream is approx Killer's height at this point, shorter than Cross and *much* shorter than Apple!Nightmare. (Hc that Skeletons tend to be tinier in stature thanks to weird monster beauty standards. Horror and Geno's fam are outliers.)

4) Horror and Dust designs!

Horror is naturally a very *large* monster. He's very malnourished when Nightmare meets him, but by the time he's a Knight Nightmare has made sure that's no longer the case. He actually loves comfy, simple clothes, but to play up the whole 'strong mysterious' bit he wears a more barbaric Knight's garb. He doesn't mind acting scary, it's more fun that way :]. Dust is very very small, and envies horror sometimes for his size, but his tiny stature let's him control his body and move a lot quicker. He's very much based on a rogue, and usually covers the lower part of his face w/ a black cloth, and the upper part w/ his hood or mask. Dust only removes both to bathe, eat, or relax in a safe location. (Ignore that I can't draw the stupid gaster blaster lmao-)

These last two were space-fillers, but Cross and his Borzoi (Windmill, otherwise known as Milly (Killer named her-)) and really bad first wips of Ccino! I think Ccino was a chubby, happy toddler, but lost a lot of 'weight' (bone mass? Magic?) due to stress and pressure and bad eating habits. So it isn't until a while after the Coronation that he starts to relax abd feel safe enough to eat normal meals (Nightmare used to guilt him into eating snacks together, but as his boss (and younger brother) he can encourage it more often). By the time Killer shows he's still not quite healthy, but he's better. As more weight is lifted off his shoulders, the better he is. (That 'beauty' most people saw was a more stereotypical slimness, but Killer never stopped seeing Ccino as beautiful-) I think he never looked traditionally underweight, so no one noticed, and it was only much later that Night processed it. (And maybe it's why Dream hardly recognized him later on-)

[storge]

Story of Kunning Palace (2023)

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

This week on "CJ needs to gush about DAO": Morrigan's dark ritual.

I adore Origins because depending on how serious you take roleplay, every decision you make is a thread that leads back to your origin, and in this case of the ritual, who you choose to romance can have a major impact on how you handle this choice.

For context, my canon run is with a female Tabris who romances Alistair and keeps him as a Grey Warden, and is close friends with Morrigan. It's more in character for my Tabris to reject Morrigan's ritual and not even bring it up to Alistair, which would result in her leaving him behind while she makes the ultimate sacrifice in killing the archdemon... however, agreeing to convince Alistair to do the ritual with Morrigan is the only choice in the entire game where I break roleplay because I'm selfish and weak and I want Tabris to live.

I have a lot of strong feelings about the ritual, like it hurts me. It makes me want to chew on furniture. I can talk about it until I can talk no more. I so badly want to be strong enough to remain in character and reject the ritual.

Let me explain: Tabris survives an origin that deals with sexual assault. She gets kidnapped on her wedding day, she watches the other kidnapped women and her husband get murdered, and then is too late to save Shianni from being assaulted... and Tabris carries that trauma with her throughout the entire game.

If the way to save her life is to ask the two most important people she cares about; one being her lover and the other being her best friend; who she knows hate each other, to have dubiously consensual sex in order to make a baby to absorb the old god soul... she's saying no. The last thing Tabris would ever do is put someone into a sexual situation where consent is at all dubious after what she saw happen to Shianni and nearly happened to herself. She'd rather die than force that upon Alistair and Morrigan.

That's what I mean when I say origin affects everything; I know some will side eye that with "Really? Your warden would rather die than let Alistair sleep with another woman? It's one time, and Alistair agrees to it, so no one needs to die?"

Let me be clear in saying this isn't a "Morrigan slept with my man" issue. Sure, that part's awkward and it sucks, but that's not even breaking water tension, let alone diving into the deep waters to the core of the issue.

For my Tabris, this is about betrayal, consent, and accepting fate.

The person offering Tabris this deal is someone she thought of as a trusted friend who has actually been lying to her the entire time. It doesn't matter what Morrigan's intentions are now or if she genuinely wants to save the wardens. She knew from the beginning why Flemeth sent her with them, she admits as much. She knew a warden would need to make the ultimate sacrifice and then leveraged that to get what she wants. Morrigan waited until the night before, when Alistair and the warden learn one of them has to die to defeat the archdemon, and took advantage of the high running emotions and possibly the fear of dying to make the warden agree to her ritual.

At least, that's how my Tabris interprets this confrontation. She feels betrayed by someone she came to love like a sister and went out of her way to help Morrigan with her mother upon learning what's in Flemeth's grimoire. And then that someone tells her no one needs to die, she just needs to convince Alistair to sleep with her... which is a huge fucking problem.

The Alistair and Tabris romance is slow; it took a long time for either of them to be comfortable with being emotionally vulnerable and trusting each other with basic intimacy, let alone sex. Tabris is mortified at the idea of putting Alistair in this situation. Not only would it feel like a betrayal on her part to ask that of him, but she knows the last thing Alistair ever wants to do is father a bastard who then goes on to grow up without him. How could she possibly ask him to do that?

Then you consider that ritual or no, there isn't a guarantee that they'll survive anyway. Say they do the ritual and Tabris dies anyway; she made Alistair sleep with Morrigan in order to save her and then she died anyway. Or if Alistair dies then Tabris gets to live with the fact that the last person Alistair was with was a woman he hates because she asked that of him… and either way, Morrigan gets to walk away with what she wanted.

Tabris led the group, and she's accepted that if Riordan dies [which he does] then she'll be the one to make the sacrifice, even if it means breaking both hers and Alistair's heart.... except she doesn't because I'm a coward who doesn't want to lose her because my worldstate isn't good without her in it but I also refuse to lose Alistair so I just pretend it plays out differently in my head it's fine-

But... that's how I play Tabris and view the situation. My friend @pi-creates and I have discussed the dark ritual at length. While I play a Tabris who romances Alistair, Pi plays a Mahariel who romances Morrigan, so we have vastly different interpretations of the ritual itself and Morrigan's intentions.

Which yeah, it makes total sense that someone who romanced Morrigan with a different origin, and has the option to do the ritual with her rather than asking someone else to do it, wouldn't see this the way I do.

To quote Pi: "Playing as a male warden in the Morrigan romance makes the whole situation feel different, and maybe it’s because she’s presenting it differently due to the emotional connection, but it feels more like she’s opening up about her initial instructions (that she had been given by Flemeth) and offering a solution to avoid the possibility of death. And for my Mahariel, the constant threat of sudden death has haunted him from the start – he caught the blight and was ripped away from his clan (something he did not want to do in the slightest), got forced into a Grey Warden ritual that could kill him, was forced into a battle that could kill him, going on this whole quest that he never wanted but has now become responsible for regardless of his thoughts on the matter… the dark ritual may be one of the few moments where he is presented with an option to decide if he wants to walk into certain death, or take actions of his own volition to stop it.

"The idea of the ritual still feels like a dodgy thing to do since the ultimate outcome is unknown at that point, he’s taking Morrigan at her word that it will save the warden and that this child would be unharmed, just with an old god soul that she isn’t exactly clear on why she wants that and is determined to runaway immediately after the battle to secure it properly. It could be interpreted that it’s purely a preservation thing, but I’m biased to wanting Morrigan's intentions to not be power based.

"But also, taking part in the ritual isn’t as outlandish for my warden since he and Morrigan have already been involved in an intimate relationship. It’s the future of the ritual that is scarier – the idea of this old-god baby, and the idea of Morrigan insisting that she’s leaving afterwards when Mahariel and her have a loving relationship. He’s hurting, but he doesn’t want to die, he doesn’t want Alistair to die, he doesn’t want Morrigan to leave, he definitely doesn’t want pregnant Morrigan to leave on her own… it’s complicated, but for completely different reasons."

And I find that fascinating. I want to know how other players approach this part of DAO, what origins they play, and who they romanced. Seriously, this is an invitation to anyone reading to share their thoughts.

What about a warden who doesn't even have Alistair in their party because they made Loghain a warden? Is there anyone out there who has Loghain do the ritual with Morrigan and why? What about male wardens who don't romance her? Do you choose to do it with her anyway, or do you ask Alistair or Loghain to do it? Do you tell Morrigan to fuck off with the ritual? Why? Who makes the ultimate sacrifice in that case? And what about Morrigan herself? How do you interpret her intentions/motivations? I want to know.

I'm telling you, this is a discussion that gets me excited, as most discussions about DAO do.

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[hofftrans]

Platonically adore my psych for a number of reasons but a big one is that her whole practice is committed do de-colonising and stripping anglo christian values from therapy. Discussions on violent urges and guilt below the read more

So in my last session when I was like "I know I am a bad person because I solved most of my problems growing up with violence and genuinely enjoyed doing so what if I'm the next jack the ripper no one should enjoy violence" and my psych just uno reverse cards me and goes "Nah fuck that, all the examples of you hurting people are in situations where you were actively defending another person, often a minority, and gave warnings before attacking. Its bullshit that people are 'allowed' to hurt you but if you hurt them back you're suddenly the monster. Fuck that. You had your power stripped away and found a way to get it back, of course that felt good" and then we spent the last like ten minutes flipping between being nostalgic about past fights and talking about subjects like the military, police brutality and the way the western world moralists and demonised violence from any individual or group other than the ones that support the oppressive status quo

[magnus-and-the-dragon]

I’m 5 lbs away from being under 200 lbs for the first time in my adult life, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

[rev-tone]

honestly kind of afraid to post much here at all because I WAS doing it last year for a little bit until i got an anon one day wishing i die in agony from prostate cancer completely unprompted. The only reason that happened is because i had posted and tagged something innocuous and a random transphobe found it. and with twitter no longer having moments (and the posts that were put in them just removed so now nothing archived) and cohost like last 2 days just not letting ppl post photos idk where to put art anymore lol

[neverendingford]

Therapists have two genders:

Professional Asshole and

Well-meaning Incompetent

[theophagie-remade]

I don't have much to say about Magne other than there was an Attempt, but. That time when Twice and Toga got angry with Overhaul for misgendering her was already indicative of what I'm going to get at in a sec, and obviously it was especially relevant because it was a direct show of respect and support from people who very clearly cared about her (and who called her big sis already as it was!!) (×2 imo because Twice was intentionally written to be the readers' insight into the LOV, and the character with whom they were supposed sympathise with the most at/since the beginning, so it's especially important that the first one who spoke up was him), but the story's progression (especially in recent years) is what most assures me that despite a rather poor execution (definitely not the best, but also certainly not the worst) Horikoshi did mean well with her. "People bound together by the chains of society always laugh at those who aren't" :(

[yaminerua]

there are a few quilted jackets that are a decent colour for either the soft-light or hard-light versions of Rimmer’s s6 jacket so I think I’ll keep checking those every so often to see if one pops up that looks like it could work with a bit of adjustment, like adding the bands around the arms and across the chest. Might have to accept it’ll fasten a bit differently than it should but the general feel should be ok if the rest of it works out ok. The ones I’ve seen have been pretty pricey but hopefully there’ll be a good amount of time to be able to get my hands on one before it’s actually needed.

I’ll need to figure out what to do about the insignia he wears on it. It doesn’t seem to be available from anyone as far as I can see so far. If I could 3D print maybe that would be an option but I might just have to opt for a bit of a rougher look trying to make it myself with whatever I can use.

All of this is just me just trying to figure it out for the future if I actually do end up able to try to push on with it;;

The good thing about it is if there is a red and a blue jacket I can get my hands on it’ll mean I’ll have 2 versions of the Rimmer outfit that I can use for future cons.

I’m gonna cross my fingers and hope that by whichever time Chris returns to a con up here that I’m able to go to I’ll have it ready to use;;;