#butterfly shawl

[neechees]

[image description: a digital art rendered in a semi realism style depicting a brown skinned, fancy shawl pow wow dancer. they sit down with their left knee propped up and their left arm resting on their knee. They have dark blue, black, and yellow colored regalia. They wear thin blue hair wraps around their braids, a yellow beaded choker, a yellow beaded headband, and blue beaded earrings with yellow accents. Their under dress has medium sleeves and is a shiny, dark fabric that glitters blue and purple in the light. a yellow shawl with a multicolored heart design rests on their right leg, with black fringes. a circular cropped image of an eastern tiger swallowtail resting on green leaves is overlaid next to the fancy shawl dancer, who's regalia and beadwork designs mimic the butterfly wings. end image description.]

"send me a butterfly or moth species and I'll draw a fancy shawl dancer inspired by it" art request series is back up & open again!

Eastern Tiger swallowtail fancy dancer for @crowtoed!

[hewaje]

Shorekeeper

[butterflybones95]

Oh, they are amazing how they are. However, I wouldn't mind seeing something else from you. The deeper I scroll, the deeper I want to unload inside of you.

🌙

Well here's ✨just✨ an outfit check for your long journey.

[tyrhinosaurus]

Its show drop off day here, so we had a very late night getting ready. She's definitely not finished lmao, but bound off! I even got a light block in, my first time blocking anything. Haven't sewn all the ends in but that's okay

She's bigger than I thought and I'm so so happy with her :)

[leiyahime]

gothic butterfly shawl progress

Crocheted 2½ rows this evening and remembered to take a picture.

Pattern from wilmade

[reanimatestar]

quick redesign of psyche from lore olympus <3

[image description: pencil drawings of the artist's redesign of psyche, from the webcomic lore olympus. she is a chubby black woman with her hair styled in locs and butterfly wings on her back. in the first image, psyche is smiling, wearing a translucent shawl over a spaghetti strap top and cuffed jeans, and sneakers. her locs are tied into pigtails with butterfly hair clips on them. in the second image, psyche is wearing a chiton, clutching her shoulders and looking to the side with a contemplative expression. her hair is worn loose. /end description]

the second one is a redraw of this panel:

[image description: a panel from the webcomic lore olympus, depicting psyche's godly form. psyche is a black woman with kinky hair done in twin buns, and purple bird wings on her back. she is wearing a long iridescent dress and earrings. /end description]

[mythicphoenix-art]

Just before the pandemic hit, I started to learn crochet, and became solidly obsessed with it.  It is now a passion of mine, and I spend just as much time, if not more on crochet than I do illustration.  So you’ll be seeing a lot more fiber art here as well!

[druidofsuburbs]

Find a sense of calm. 🙏🦋☄️🔮

[captaincrochet]

[robmrowe]

I've been experimenting with more manual manipulation, and combinations of my existing and new work in my recent creations, before, between, and after multiple stages of neutral network-assisted processing. I feel much more of my initial vision shining through as I develop my skills, and a better understanding of how to achieve the results I desire. I welcome you to 'Slumber', one of a few new creations I very much look forward to sharing over the coming days... . . . #digitalabstract #art #butterfly #sleep #rest #peace #beauty #love #comfort #snowglobe #wings #pastel #nightsky #night #blanket #shawl #curledup #cosy #watercolor #turquoise #yellow #circle #safety #dream https://www.instagram.com/p/CpqIH9DjZKd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[neechees]

common windmill butterfly?

[image description: semi realistic digital drawing of a pale person with black hair in fancy shawl regalia, standing with a light smile. Their shawl is pink satin with two black ribbons sewn all along at the bottom of the hem, and white fringes. A white laminated paper titled "Red Thunderbird Pow wow" and the number "858" printed in the center of it is pinned to the shawl. The dancer's hair is wrapped in pink hair wraps and tied at the ends with pink shell, and black ferret fur dangling at the end of it. Their underdress is also pink satin, and their waist is covered with a black leather mirror belt, and the front half of the vest sits in front of their chest. The vest, moccasins, choker, and leggings have a design mimics the pattern of the butterfly wings. They wear a black eagle feather behind their head. end description.]

(send me a butterfly or moth species and I'll draw a fancy shawl dancer inspired by it)

[solarpunkani]

[Image ID: #pics when its done ya? sounds awesome!]

Oh I 100% will!

I'd offer to share the pattern, but since I haven't technically tried it yet I have no idea if the butterfly stitch pattern lines up with the cloak in a nice way

But to give a visual I wanna make a cloak like this one

But full length (so down to around my ankles or at least my knees) in green, with this pattern

Happening along the length of it after I extend it to the width I want

Fingers crossed

Not to say I'm cooking but I might be cooking

(Note: in this context, 'cooking' refers to 'combining 2 crochet patterns to make a cooler pattern, ie a hooded cloak consisting of butterfly stitches)

[vampzity]

bite me | C.YJ

“let’s play together, you make me so thirsty. feel the bite between my jaw, so tasty.” — teeth, enhypen

—✫ pairing: vampire! yeonjun x f! reader

—✫ genre: vampire, halloween, txt, choi yeonjun, non-idol au, drabble

—✫ synopsis: you were going out to a halloween party with your friends tonight, dressed up as your only obsession, a vampire. although for you there was only one real vampire around here, and that was your boyfriend.

—✫ wc:

[warnings]: blood, consented feeding, masochism, sadism, possession, MDNI 18+!!!!, smut, cursing, biting, pet names (darling, princess, toy???, angel, pet, slut, good girl), fingering, clit play, thigh riding, dom! yeonjun, sub! reader,

You sat at your desk with your smaller mirror propped up in front of you. You adjusted its angle to show your lips down as you placed the last swipes of lipgloss on.

It was Halloween and your friends had planned for you all to go out to some slutty horror party that is thrown every year. You usually stay behind and watch different kinds of movies, as you weren’t much of social butterfly, however Yeonjun; your loving boyfriend convinced you to go. Which in that case, you retaliated and decided to go as a vampire.

“Fake blood? Seriously?” he mumbled, walking through the door which he soon shut behind him.

Yeonjun paused for a moment to admire your beauty, the way the dark corset hugged your curves with love. How it perked your chest upwards with a small cleavage line. Your sheer black shawl draped nicely over your shoulders as it was held together by a small pin. His eyes glanced to the small choices of accessories you made and once more to the laced thigh-high pantyhose that you decided to wear under your black miniskirt.

You caught his eyes staring, feeling the lust from just his gaze alone. Your body made his cravings go haywire just in everyday clothes, seeing you like this only heightened it. Oh how badly he wanted to sink his teeth into your pretty skin. A small smirk painted his face as he walked over to you.

“Why won’t you let me make you one.” he whined, his body hovering behind you.

You laughed softly, powdering your face a bit. You knew he was joking, as he always told you it was your choice for what you wanted to be or do. Though seeing you dressed up like this, sent him over the edge. It was difficult to fight his animalistic tendencies when you only tested that very thing with a body like your own.

“I live a perfectly fine life without immortality, Jun.”

He sighed, wrapping his arms around your chest as his mouth hovered over your neck. You reached for the fake blood beside your bag of makeup, giving it a good shake before opening it. Yeonjun’s head perked up, giving you a look of disgust before yanking the fake blood out of your hands.

“Hey! What was that for?!”

You turned to look at him, watching as he scanned the bottle until ultimately deciding to throw it in the trash by your desk. You scoffed at him, attempting to reach for the trash when he grabbed your wrist. He held it firmly, smirking as he brought it up to his face, kissing your wrist gently.

Your face flushed red, eyes widened as he quickly caught your attention with such a gesture. His lips slowly snaked up your arm then back down to your wrist, his eyes looking up at you as a smirk creeped onto his pale face.

“I’m thirsty angel. Can I please have a taste?”

You nodded, your heart beat racing as you felt his fangs graze over your vein. Your heart beat heightened his need to taste you, making it harder to resist his temptation to make you his dinner. Not only could he smell your sweet blood, but the mix of your vanilla perfume only intoxicated him.

Yeonjun’s fangs dug into your skin, sending a small but quick pinch through your arm. You always felt like a vampire feeding off of you should hurt more, but not when he does it. It feels… sensual. He made sure it didn’t hurt, he was gentle with you.

“Why use fake blood when you have your own darling?” he pouted, your eyes fixated on him.

He brushed your cheek with his thumb softly, your eyes falling to the blood that dripped off his bottom lip. Yeonjun pulled you in for a kiss, the taste of your own blood seeping into your mouth. He hummed, his hand snaking down to your skirt and slipping under the hem. Without wasting another second, he swiftly threw you onto your bed. His thigh separated your legs as he hovered above you, kissing your neck as you moaned into his ear.

Once again Yeonjun sunk his teeth into your skin, this time being a bit harsher about the blood he sucked from your neck. His hand slipped into your underwear, feeling the warmth of your cunt between his fingers. He looked up at you, blood dripping off of his chin and onto your chest.

“You like when I bite you hm?” His hooded red eyes met your soft ones. “You like being my toy don’t you?”

He slowly rubbed your clit, making your squirm in pleasure at his actions. His thumb toyed with you as his fingers teased your entrance, only increasing your need for him. Yeonjun noticed this, though he wasn’t going to let you have your way so easily, oh no. He wanted you to know that you were his— you and everyone at that party. He didn’t care what he had to do to achieve that.

He stopped, his eyes narrowing at you as he leaned down to your ear. Your breath hitched as his free hand held your chin in the opposite direction. Your heart beat raced once again; the type that one would have when they’re running from something. That’s exactly what he wanted from you.

“I promise this won’t hurt, but if you keep moving I’ll make sure it does angel.”

Yeonjun kissed your cheek, each kiss slowly making its way down your body as his thumb picked back up its pace. You moaned quietly as he undid the clasps to your corset, leaving your bra and stomach bare. He kissed your stomach, watching as you lost yourself under his touch.

How could you stay still when his hands only made you crazy?

His fangs sink into your skin as he stuck two fingers inside of your aching cunt, letting a gasp escape you. With every pump he gave he left more bites onto you, his mark practically making its name onto your skin. He licked the blood off of your skin, pumping his fingers faster as your back arched.

“You like that princess?”

You muttered gibberish as your hands brushed through his hair. A smirk fell onto Yeonjun’s face as he began to circle your clit with his thumb, fingers still inside of you. Your juices leaking into your underwear as he edged on your high.

“Answer me.” He grabbed onto your wrist, bitting it harshly and earning a screech from you. “Now.”

“Yes, yes I do. Please..” You nodded your head repeatedly. He tilted his head at you, his thumb slowly grazing your clit once again.

“Please what? Use your words angel.”

Yeonjun took his fingers out of you, slipping your underwear off as he licked your juices off of his fingers. He kissed your chin as he put your corset back on, clasping each button.

“Please bite me..” you paused, your hips involuntary riding against his thigh.

“I wanna be yours.”

His eyes widened, quickly switching positions with you before you could notice. You were now sat on his thigh looking directly at him. Lust completely filled his eyes, distracting you from the dried blood around his mouth. Yeonjun’s hands rested on your hips, moving them slightly to create friction. You felt your head roll back as your clit rubbed against his thigh, small moans escaping you.

“God you’re such a slut when you’re like this princess.” he watched you hump his thigh like a dog, a smile painting his cheeks.

He bit your shoulder, sucking onto it softly as you hissed in pain. Your hips moved faster, begging for your climax as he found new spots to taste you.

“Jun.. gonna cum.” you mumbled, your hips buckling.

He kissed your chin, smearing blood against it as his hand held your head back. Your moans turned into inaudible sounds, your nails digging into your thighs as your stomach knotted.

“Cum for me angel.”

His tongue tracked your neck bites. You shook your head no, staggering your movement as you tried to prolong your climax. Yeonjun raised his eyebrow, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to his mouth. His fangs graced your sore veins, making you shutter.

“Be a good girl now and listen will you? It would be a shame if I had to make you.”

He watched as you nodded, your hip movement picking back up. You pleadingly rode his thigh, your juices creating a slick surface to heighten the friction. Your moans filled his ears as he kissed at the sore veins on your neck. Your clit motioned faster as the heat built up inside of you, making you push against him harder.

“Jun..” you mumbled, feeling your body heat up at the tension.

Yeonjun hummed, sinking his teeth back into your neck one last time, pushing you over the edge. You quickly came undone under his touch, your pace fastening as your climax washed over you. He licked the blood off you, watching as you struggled to catch your breath. Your heartbeat was quick, feeding into the high he got off of your blood.

“There you go,” he whispered, holding you in his arms as he kissed your forehead. “Didn’t that feel good angel?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his back as he played with your hair. His eyes fell to the many bites on your skin, a small frown appearing on his face as he realizes he may have gotten carried away. Yeonjun picked you up bridal style, getting off the bed and beginning to walk out of the room.

“I’m sorry for hurting you darling. Let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?”

a/n: happy halloween!! i knowww it’s been months since ive posted… i lost motivation and was struggling to find it😭 but heyy i kinda did haha. as you can see, im starting to branch out toward other groups hehe

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[izvmimi]

cw: fluff. reader wears a dress and is in their late 30s, as is bakugou.

Despite your best hopes, you and Dynamight are late to the charity ball. Not because of anything particularly sexy, at least not this early in your budding relationship, but because traffic decided to be hell at 7pm on a Saturday evening, and while many precious seconds were lost both in his prolonged gaze at your dress and your inability to find the words to tell him how handsome he looks in his suit, there wasn’t much you could do about the highway congestion.

(You’re thankful at least that he respected your suggestion that explosions and chiffon would not mix.)

The two of you manage to shuffle in right before everyone’s finished taking their seats. Katsuki is of course seated with the remainder of the top 5 ranking heroes, and their partners, and he pulls out a chair for you to be seated, your name tag placed right in between him and Deku’s partner. She watches him slide your chair in and help you place your shawl in a safe place, then whispers something to her husband who’s smiling as he always does, splitting glances between the emcee, his wife and his flustered friend.

You try to keep your embarrassment to a minimum, and are thankful when Katsuki finally rubs your shoulders gently before disappearing to the restroom. Now you are alone, warmed in the cheeks and trying to look very interested in the opening speech. No time for introductions, but you can recognize everyone at the table even if you haven’t formally met. Izuku’s partner’s eyes settle on you again and it takes her exactly five minutes to give into finally shifting closer to you, just so she can whisper,

“You know, it’s the first time I think I’ve seen him fuss over someone like that.”

You can feel your body tense ever so slightly, but her demeanor is friendly if a bit playful. She introduces herself in a whisper, despite the fact that you already know who she is, she’s been on the television on and off for the past decade as Number One’s number one. 

“He talks about you all the time,” she adds. You smile, unsure of what to say back except that you’re thankful that you’re finally here to meet his wonderful friends.

You’re new to all of this, and in many ways, feel very much a fish-out-of-water, having lived a quiet life, single and responsible to no one except your well-loved cats. You’ve been on dates in your 20s and have long since lost your interest in the dinner-and-a-movie combo by the time you turned 30, and now that you’re closer to your 40s than you are your 30s, the butterflies in your stomach with every nervous smile or brush of your fingers Katsuki offers you carries a soft twang of embarrassment. You’re too old to be this giddy you think sometimes. 

She says nothing more to you until the speech is over, and Katsuki arrives at the same time as she turns again. Her eyes narrow playfully as Katsuki slips into the chair beside you, slipping his hand over yours on the table. 

“Kacchan, aren’t you sweet?”

He scowls at her, but his hand doesn’t move. Shoto, you can see from across the table, looks curiously at your joined hands while Izuku pulls his partner in and gently reminds her not to worry you. He’s quick to introduce himself as well with a firm but not-too-firm handshake.

“We’re so delighted to meet you,” he says. Red Riot gets up from his seat and claps Katsuki on the shoulder, and it’s loud enough that it startles you a bit, but he’s grinning ear to ear as he looks at the both of you.

“We were beginning to think you’d die alone!” he exclaims, which has Katsuki gritting his teeth. 

“Will any one of you stop acting like I’ve never had a date before?” He’s seething and you try to stifle a giggle. He hears you and his head snaps in your direction, but your smile quickly softens his look of betrayal. He scoots his chair in and holds your hand tighter.

“Act normal,” he hisses to the rest of them, and the lights dim again for the next speech while Izuku and his wife keep sneaking glances at you and giggling, huddled together, as if they are kids themselves.

You on the other hand are gleeful but keep your laughter internal. Katsuki leans in and asks you what’s so funny, but you both know.

You’d think you’d all known each other since you were kids, the way Katsuki’s friends have so easily assimilated you into the group, and it only mirrors the way you’ve always felt since you’ve met him.

That things have fallen in place, perhaps late, but better than never.

[leiyahime]

Goth Butterfly Shawl - Comlete!

Pattern is from here. I found the pattern for the border in a 30 year old book at work.

It took me about 14 months (with about 6 months break in between because I procastinated looking for mistakes) but I think it's totally worth it.

[thefaefiction]

Distraction. [Connor x Reader] [DBH]

PAIRING: Connor x Reader GENRE: Smut WARNINGS: This is an 18+ piece of writing with mature and sexual themes. Read at your own discretion. Includes: Penetrative sex, praise, work relationship, power dynamics SUMMARY: After meeting the respectable Connor you've known at the station for months after hours, his advances on you shock you enough to want to find out more.

A/N: connor is a deviant who still works for the dpd! ** finally finished this btw it's no longer a wip <33

You and Connor had just gotten back from an unusual case involving an Android robbery at an auction house in downtown Detroit. You had successfully prevented the android from executing the order's of one man's dirty work; and to top it all off, you looked great doing it. You'd been dressed in a loose black dress that glimmered under the dim light of the auctioning room, a pair of sheer tights that hugged your legs beneath the short and strappy heels which pained your feet more than any other shoe you'd ever worn, and a sheer shawl that sat over your shoulders, providing absolutely zero warmth in the cold weather that bit outside.

As you closed the door to the rental car, you let out a sigh of relief and a light laugh. "I didn't expect to have to solve crime in heels today," You jest, quickly removing the heels that had, quite frankly, become more of a problem than the enemy at large.

Connor grins. "You and I made quite the team back there, lieutenant," He pauses and adjusts his tie. "Even if your shoes put a damper on our probability of success."

You laugh. "It's so frustrating that they gave you a suit, something you can be fully mobile in, and I get..." You sigh, your hands gesturing frustratingly to your outfit, "This."

"Well," Connor begins, "I must say it succeeded in distracting the thief. He looked rather... preoccupied when it came to your questioning." He turns, looking at your outfit. "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit difficult to stay on task myself."

His words came as a shock to you, heat rising to your cheeks and your head feeling slightly dizzy. All night, while your mind should have been running with how to handle your case, you'd been preoccupied with how damn dazzling Connor looked in a black suit. Everything about him made you crazy, and it was frustrating, especially when his assertive questioning voice is causing some unwanted feelings in some inconvenient areas of your body.

"Lieutenant?" His voice interrupts your thoughts, shaking your head and stopping your staring. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," You laugh. "Just thinking. Sorry."

Connor nods, furrowing his eyebrows. "About what?"

You could feel your face begin paling at the thought of telling him, truthfully, what was on your mind. You didn't dare. "Just the case," You said, far too quickly. "Just, like, the numbers. And stuff." That made no sense. You were completely blowing it, and not in the way you'd like. "Ready to get going?"

"Lieutenant, I can't help but notice your body temperature becoming abnormally high." His voice was silky, coated in an emotion that you hadn't yet seen him express. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Your head begins pounding, butterflies clouding your chest and your skin tingling. "No," You spit out. "No, I'm alright. Thank you though." You cough, looking away from him.

"Lieutenant... I'm afraid you've forgotten that I can read you like an open book," He turns his body towards you in his seat, leaning slightly over the center console. You feel him staring. "Are you certain that there's not a way I'm able to assist you?"

You turn and face him, his face much closer than you anticipated it being. His LED lit yellow, trying to decipher your next move, but it had completely taken him aback when your mouth collided with his hungrily. He pulled away and whispered, staring longingly at your lips, “Perhaps we should take this to the back?”

Without a word you crawled to the back seats, Connor sitting with his legs spread and his tie loose around his neck. He gripped your hips, pulling you on top of him, and you started tearing away at your dress. You lifted it over your head and threw it into the passenger seat, Connor smirking as he rapidly removed his blazer from his body.

You pried your tights off of your legs, ripping them in the process but not paying enough attention to care, and Connor unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it along with his tie to the front. He was gorgeous, of course. Why wouldn't he be? He was sculpted by people to be the perfect man in every way, it makes perfect sense that he would be sculpted and defined in a way that made Zeus envy him.

"You're so gorgeous," Connor mumbled, eyeing your bra and scanning your body. "That poor thief. If I saw a woman like you I'd have trouble with my words too." He put his hands on your hips, molding the fat to his hands. "This is the most human desire I've ever felt."

"Fuck, Connor," You groaned. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting this." Your hips had instinctively began grinding down on him, like they had a mind and a plan of their own. It shocked you when Connor let out a gasp, rolling his head back. You grinned.

Connor shifted to his belt, rapidly sliding it out of his pants and unbuttoning them. You could feel him twitch beneath you, desire growing stronger and stronger with every little movement each of you made. With eagerness and ferocity, he brought his hands to your back and unclasped your bra, tearing it off of your body and tossing it to the side. The cool air hit your breasts and you shivered, determined to get more intimate and feel his body heat against you.

And then, without breaking eye contact, he pulled out his cock and prepared with a few long strokes.

He was big. Much bigger than you've ever taken before.

Of course he was.

You pulled yourself forward and pushed your underwear aside. Connor grabbed your hips and slowly eased you down on to him; he groaned loudly, letting his head roll back and hit the seat. "Fuck," He cursed. "Taking me so well," He praised.

Shivers ran down your spine with his words, whimpering as you let him bottom out and take his length fully. The pressure of his cock inside you was unlike anything you'd ever felt before -- and god did it feel amazing. "Connor," You moaned, falling forward into him and resting your forehead against his. "Oh my god Connor," Your breath mixed with his and your body tingled. In your peripheral, you could see the windows of the car begin to fog up.

Connor's hands gripped your hips, hard, and began helping you move back and forth on him. Your hips rolled on his lap, pleasure heavy in the air, harsh breaths being released with every roll.

"Feel so good, Y/n," Connor commented, his hips beginning to buck up every time you moved forward. He moved forward and kissed your neck, sucking and biting and definitely leaving a bruise. He kissed all the way down until he reached your breasts, you felt him smile on your skin.

"Please Connor," You begged. The entire scene was the hottest image you'd ever seen -- something that made porn feel miniscule. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing his head forward while you continued to push and pull with your hips -- He began licking and sucking on your nipples, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. "Gonna come Con," You mumbled, "Need to come,"

He pulled away and stared into your eyes with intent. "Go ahead, doll," He moaned. "Doing so well for me, gonna come right inside of you,"

That was one of the benefits of fucking an android. No real sperm.

"Shit!" You yelled, lolling your head back and speeding up your pace. "Holy fuck!" And there it was -- Connor bucked his hips up and you came together, much harder than you'd ever come before.

You stayed on him, rolling your hips out of your orgasm, and Connor looked at your face, the sweat beads falling from your forehead and your trembling legs. He brought his hand to your face, wiping it clean and pushing the fallen hair from your face. "You did so well Y/n," He praised. You smiled.

"Jesus Connor," You said, breathless, laughing at the scene. "You're about to be the death of me."

Connor hummed. "I won't let that happen, Lieutenant." He brought your lips together, kissing you with passion, "And I don't fail my missions."

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