#clothes printing sydney

[scarlett-ainslie]

The Influence of Custom Clothes Printing on Personal Style and Branding

Custom clothes printing has transformed personal style and branding. It allows individuals to express unique styles and businesses to promote their brands effectively. Historically rooted in ancient civilizations, the industry now utilizes advanced technologies like screen printing, DTG, and sublimation. Custom apparel enables personal expression and serves as a powerful branding tool, exemplified by cases like Taylor Swift's tour merchandise and McDonald's branded clothing. The future holds potential innovations in 3D printing and AI, aligning with trends toward ethical and sustainable fashion.

[ameliyalanne]

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[my-outfitisamasterpiece]

Sydney Sweeney in Ralph Lauren & Givenchy at a Samsung Event in Paris 24'

[dollya-robinprotector]

Personal ID portrait Commission OPEN

Slot: 1/3

Waitlist (Start after ~26/12): 0/4

Price: 35$ - 40$ depending on your level of detail required. Transaction through Paypal!

Commission sample belongs to @zola-no-kanojou

More details below cut:

Messages and discussion through Discord or Tumblr DM. Please DM me first, and I'll secure your slot and send you my discord. After I finish the sketches, please send me 100% of the agreed payment through Paypal. Then I'll start finishing your commission. You can totally ask me to livestream my drawing process.

The final pieces (PNG, with and without background) will be sent to your Gmail.

It's a Portrait ID drawing, meaning it will at most show the character standing still, from the chest up. No hands allowed, if you want to include hands holding objects or doing something we will have to discuss more and turn it into a regular portrait commission.

For this kind of commission, I can draw: Humans, kemonomimi, anthro, casual clothing, "details level Genshin/HSR/HI3" I don't accept: Furry, mecha, metal or heavy armor, sci-fi clothing, gore or body horror, disturbing details.

I can use the final product (with watermarks, resolution reduced) to post on my social networks and use them as self-promote samples. If you want to make it private I will charge a "private fee". You're free to use the final product and edit it to be ava, icon,... or print it out for personal use, as long as it's not commercial and profitable. If you wish to use the product as part of your branding, please contact me for more discussion.

Also, I'd like to open ONE (1/1) slot for the comic commission.

This kind of commission often takes longer and requires much more communication effort, so I can only accept one at a time. I also kindly ask my client to be patient because I'm not a native English speaker, so I might need more explanation to truly get what my client wants.

Each page will be 35 - 50$ depending on the details, we will discuss more about it in the process. I recommend doing a short strip, about 5 - 10 pages for our first time working together.

Examples are The Sydney Nymphs comic, DDD short, or this small one

[fresaton]

Carmy=Tomatoes and Sydney=Cherries

Carmy is Tomatoes. May cause heartburn.

In ep 1x01 Carmy wakes up next to the cans of tomatoes, the first thing he cooks are tomatoes, he asks about the cans, he needs ketchup.

Sydney is Cherries. A natural antioxidant.

The pepto in 1x01 is unopened because Sydney has not yet been hired at The Beef, Sydney's donut is Cherry, she likes cherries.

Sydney quits after eating the donut, Carmy leaves too when he eats the donut.

In 1x08 they both miss each other, Carmy thinks (to relax) with a cherry yogurt (or ice cream I'm not sure) and Sydney prepares a dish with tomatoes.

Mikey gives him the recipe for spaghetti which ends up bringing them together again for a family meal.

…and they are tired of each other in S3 Because Carmy is wasting food and money. Because Sydney has not signed the partnership agreement

But in 3x09 Sydney makes food for Nat, all the dishes have tomatoes in them…

I think Carmy bought the cherry onesie for Nat’s baby… and the scrunchie too.

Sydney doesn’t wear any with a print during the seasons, I think the print is cherries and… Nat’s baby is wearing a Cherry onesie… how crazy would it be to think that Carmy bought them? And bought the scrunchie as a gift for Sydney.

(Carmy likes to give clothes, in S1 it's the blue aprons, in S2 it's Syd's jacket, it's not strange to think that he bought a onesie for him nephew/niece and the scrunchie for Syd)

So, Tomato and Cherry… What are the chances of them making a dish with Cherry Tomatoes? (I have no idea, I eat them as a snack)

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Random headcanons I made for HSS characters because they seem like they fit + I feel silly (these are very long and might go into essay length territory)(also ongoing as HSS is my obsession):

✧˚ Michael Harrison is a passenger princess. At least with my MC Solrin. I mean c'mon, he may have a car- but he's born to be on a motorcycle, he doesn't know how to drive a car for shit, he's the biggest passenger princess ever and my MC has a cute little pink tiara taped to the top of 'his' headrest, as a tease since he barely drives and always calls shotgun.

✧˚ Caleb likes to match clothes with his SO. Even if his SO is wearing the prettiest princess like dress or are wearing plaid with stripes with loafers on- he's matching them. Always. Even accessories, he just likes matching.

✧˚ Scott, the man, the legend, the dad himself- he is fucking loaded with cash. He is RICH. His train models are so good they bring in FARRR too much money to deal with. Hence why his daughter Solrin casually has a vintage 1963 dodge dart with customisation in 2018. HOWEVER, he likes to keep his daughter humble so they own a basic suburban house and he made his daughter get a job for her own money.

✧˚ Maria wakes up to cats on her every morning. Since she owns 2 cats now after adoption, they're heavily attached to her and sleep on her when it's bed time. Sometimes they do biscuits on her stomach and lay all their weight on her chest in the middle of the night which wakes her up because she can't breathe and also it's a weird sensation. She also definitely has cat hair on her socks sometimes.

✧˚ Aiden definitely sorts his clothing in his closet or clothes drawer via random things such as colour, texture, if it has print, and also what type of clothing it is. I just feel like he does, however he'll just throw his shoes in the fucking abyss when he gets home and will just know where it is. Which is why he hates it when his room gets cleaned because his shoes, despite being wherever, are usually always put in the same messy spot so he knows where it is- so when his room is cleaned he doesn't know where his bunny slippers are. #me

✧˚ Emma has a large pain tolerance but her tolerance with foods of weird textures and strong flavours are very low. She could break her leg and be fine, but if she has spicy octopus on her plate she's going to either cry or refuse to eat that shit at all. Which is a pain for Julia, but I mean Emma can't help it- some food is weird and she doesn't vibe with it. #me

✧˚ Michael is fucking terrified of thunder and lightning, to the point he quivers at seeing dark grey clouds. The loud sounds get to him, and he hates it. He has to cuddle his doggie Rollie in his bed and blast music through his headphones to get through them.

✧˚ Caleb takes it personally when he doesn't get to hug anybody. He's a cuddle bug, he loves his friends and his LI, so being denied a hug from anyone when they do something good like ace a test makes him sad.

✧˚ Sydney once stared at a kaleidoscope for an hour straight when she was in the nurses office because she hurt herself during cheer practice, and the school nurse didn't even need to do anything like talk to her or anything, other than patching her up, Sydney remained silent and staring at the glorious colourful light.

✧˚ Morgan was 'obsessed' with Joan Of Arc, Gretchen from Mean Girls, and most of the main girls in most kids shows in middle school, and this was before she knew what the term "Lesbian" meant.

✧˚ during freshmen year, Maria was obsessed with the business casual aesthetic so much, she wore full on blazers and button ups and looked super duper professional. Until everyone in her year had to remind her that this was freshmen year and she could dress up like a cat girl and no one would care.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Met Gala Thoughts

Best in "I thought you were someone else"

(L) Sydney Sweeney as not-Billie Eilish (R) Kendall Jenner as not-Kim Kardashian

Honestly, Kendall looks more like Kim than Kim does at this point.

Best in "Live from Broadway"

Usher, giving Phantom. I hope someone asked him about the Drake/Kendrick beef.

Best in "One Outfit, Two Looks"

(L) Rebecca Ferguson (R) Demi Moore

Best in Technology

Ambika Mod. It's a 3D print of a dress on top of a dress.

Best in "You Could've Done Something Really Meta"

Nicholas Galitzine, whose character in his new film "The Idea Of You" is based on Harry Styles.

Best Rihanna 2.0

Cardi B, who needed 9 assistants to lay out her train.

Reminds me of Rihanna's omelet dress.

Best in "New Look, Who Dis"

Zendaya in her second outfit of the night. Very Blake Lively-ish.

Somewhere inside The Met, Jennifer Lopez was screaming at her assistant for not preparing a second look.

Best in "Couples Who Slay Together, Stay Together"

(L) Eddie and Hannah Redmayne (C) No idea (R) Queen Latifah and Eboni Nichols

Best Cinderella

Quannah Chasinghorse

Best in "Get These People a Career Revival"

L-R. Jude Law, Meg Ryan, Charlie Hunnam, and Michelle Williams

Best of the Gents

(L) Jonathan Bailey (C) Barry Keoghan (R) Colman Domingo, in a tribute to Chadwick Boseman and Andre Leon Talley.

Best in "I Don't Know What You Were Going For But I Guess It Works"

(L) Harris Reed. No idea who that is. (R) Uma Thurman

Best in "Better From The Back"

(L) Tommy and Dee Hilfiger (R) Mindy Kaling

Best "Where Can I Get This I NEED One Yesterday"

A relative is obsessed with dachsunds. I would win Christmas if I got my hands on this. Or a cheat knockoff.

Best in "The More I See Them Appear Together Because They're Contractually Obligated, The Less I Want To See Their Movie"

Cynthia Erivo (Elphaba) and Ariana Grande (Galinda), who've been joined at the hip for the last year to promote Wicked, which comes out in November so there are still six more months of this to go.

Best in "Celebs, They Get Peckish Just Like Us"

Michael Shannon, with a Balenciaga bag. So disappointed it wasn't a party bag of chips. The Balenciaga retails for $1,850 or 115 party-size bags of Lays potato chips from Walmart.

Best in Vintage

(L) Nicole Kidman (R) Lana Del Ray

I was so happy to see a McQueen antler dress show up.

Best in "Oh Dear God Why Are You Here Go Away"

Ben Platt

Kardashians

Jerry Seinfeld and Jimmy Fallon

Lea Michele

Lauren Bezos (though I didn't actually mind her dress)

My Top Looks of the Night

L-R: Karlie Kloss, Nicole Kidman, Elle Fanning, and Gwendoline Christie.

Ultimately...

It was an underwhelming red carpet. The Met Gala serves an incredible purpose, but they've moved too far away from fashion and costume. There are too many actors and people-famous-for-being-famous involved now that have really watered down the fashion, the themes, and the cultural significance of the event. It needs to go back to being the New York elite and High Fashion - people who know how to wear clothes instead of posing with their hands on their hips, sticking out their butts, and pouting.

[meazalykov]

wip

works in progress!! last updated: 1/8/2025 (8/1/2025 for my non-americans lol)

warning: everything below is not in order!!!!!

everything in pink is for 2025

redirection 17 and 18 (esmee brugts x reader)

closed (sveidnis jonsdottir x reader)

expect the unexpected (lynn wilms x reader series) ongoing

gym addiction (lena oberdorf x reader)

put me on (lynn wilms x barca!reader)

caress (lena oberdorf x reader) 18+

car girl (jill roord x reader)

the heart on our skin (lynn wilms x reader)

goodbye means forever (ingrid engen x reader)

two seasons at the olympics (lea schuller x masc!hockeyplayer!reader) requested

not approachable (lena oberdorf x reader)

defender in real life (ingrid engen x reader)

clothes on my back (ewa pajor x reader)

friendly (lea schüller x reader)

low portion (alyssa naeher x reader) requested

stay gold (esmee brugts x reader)

triple terror (alexia putellas x pregnant!reader)

heart burst (lena oberdorf x catlover!reader)

behind closed doors (barcelona femeni x reader)

the perfect setup (barcelona femeni x woso x reader)

we meet again (lineth beerensteyn x reader)

the best in the world (alexia putellas x reader) requested

please (don't) go (salma paralluelo x reader)

family of four (marta x reader)

dirty laundry (gio queiroz x reader)

two is better than one (danielle van de donk x ellie carpenter x reader)

need your permission (ona batlle x leon!reader) requested

the biggest comeback (alexia putellas x reader) requested

safe, loved, and reassured (barcelona femeni x teen!reader) requested

under her wing (giulia gwinn x gerwnt!reader) requested

model (laura freigang x reader) requested

camera printed on my skin (laura freigang x reader)

the future is all we have (lena oberdorf x interviewer!reader)

no invitation (lena oberdorf x reader)

no idea (sydney lohmann x reader) requested

forbidden (reneé slegers x reader) requested

vacation (lea schüller x reader) requested

nearly finished or in queue ready to be released:

redirection 15 and 16 (esmee brugts x reader)

money talks (sydney lohmann x rich!reader)

number on my back, and in my heart (vivianne miedema x reader) requested

roses in the mail (lena oberdorf x reader) requested

not forgotten (barcelona femeni x reader) requested

different worlds (esmee brugts x reader)

involuntary break (giulia gwinn x reader) requested

triple shot latte (catarina macario x reader) requested

cherished birthday (ewa pajor x reader)

different worlds (esmee brugts x reader)

play for the crowd (lauren james x reader)

mystery (barcelona femeni x wosoplayer x reader)

penalty (alexia putellas x gerwnt!reader)

overstimulated (lea schüller x adhd!reader)

keys (barcelona femeni x reader)

[v-as-in-victor]

I’m pretty sure I’m not getting back the clothes that were taken off our porch by the charity collectors in spite of us not scheduling pickup and the stuff not being labeled for them.

The worst part is losing these three tops that I sewed. The long sleeved shirt was made from fabric I bought in Australia. I found the fabric online today but it’s out of stock of course. The short sleeved shirt is fabric I designed while I was staying in Sydney in January. The floral tunic is out of print Kaffe Fassett and I wore it when we scattered Mum’s ashes.

I am not a fast sewist and button up shirts take a lot of work. The tunic was faster but it’s still a beautiful wardrobe staple. And of course these have massive sentimental value.

I also lost two pairs of home sewn trousers. Not as sentimental but practically speaking, trousers!

I have not had any replies to attempts to reach the charity and it’s a week and a half ago now. I hope someone out there enjoys them I guess. At least I hope they don’t get bulk sold to be shredded for insulation or landfilled.

[wheelin-after-midnight]

35.

What is in the back seat of your car right now?

I can't drive. I don't have a car.

What was the last thing you threw up?

Bile, and whatever liquid and pain medicine was in my stomach last time I had a migraine.

Menthol or regular cigarettes?

I don't smoke. I did occasionally in the past. Nothing heavy. Not enough to have preference on types of cigarettes.

What is your favorite episode of Friends?

I'm not a regular watcher of Friends. Still haven't seen it from start to finish. Babe has tried to get me to actually get into it because she likes it. I've seen episodes here and there, but this made me think of a period a few years ago where my mum and I weren't really talking much at all. My brother and sister in law used to pick me up and take me with them to do groceries, and their van was too high for me to transfer into on my own, so I needed help. When I was getting back out this one night when we got back to my place, I slid down while holding onto my brother a little, but it was dark outside so I couldn't see exactly where he'd put my wheelchair down. I was kinda trying to reach my arm out to touch it, and all the sudden he's just like, "PIVOT, PIVOT!" It gave me a bit of a jump scare because I wasn't expecting it and I'm just looking at him like, "what the hell?!" He was like, "really? You've never seen that episode of Friends where they're moving the couch?!" I probably had the dumbest fucking look on my face, but I was just like... Whut? 🤣🤣 Naturally I looked it up afterwards and it made that whole incident even funnier. Still makes me laugh on occasion when I remember, lmao.

Does anyone have any blackmail on you?

I mean, babe has very explicit photo and video footage of me and a lot of texts that were meant for her eyes only, but I trust her and I'm not at all worried about it. Even at our worst times I don't believe she would've done me like that. She's said as much too.

If you could marry any celebrity today who would it be?

I have celebrity crushes from, like, a physical standpoint and I may relate to some of them in certain ways and deeply respect/appreciate their work, but I wouldn't marry anyone I didn't know and connect with on a deep emotional level first. I don't know any celebrity in that way.

Have you been to a strip club?

No.

Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Yeah. I have charging cables that are made of rope like materials that are pink.

Are you wearing socks right now?

Nope.

What was the last thing you had to drink?

Pepsi.

What are you wearing right now?

My gap sweater and changed to different leggings after I took a shower. These ones have zebra print on them.

Last food you ate?

Pasta.

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?

I haven't bought clothing items in years.

When is the last time you ran?

I'm disabled. Can't walk or run.

What’s the last sporting event you watched?

Idk. I don't voluntarily watch sports.

Last person’s house you were in?

My brother's.

Last movie you saw?

Last one I watched at home was probably It Ends With Us. I hated it. Last in the theatre was Wicked. I loved that.

Who is the last person you sent a message to on Facebook?

Babe.

Ever go to camp?

I went to a disabled camp as a kid.

Were you an honor roll student in school?

For a while, yeah. Not straight through.

Do you like sushi?

Omg, I loooooove sushi.

Do you have a tan?

No.

How old do you want to be when you have kids?

I can't have kids. :(

Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?

Many times.

What is your age?

32.

Are you someone’s best friend?

Yes. 🥰

Where is your dad right now?

Probably working. He's been doing night shifts.

What was the last thing you said?

Out loud? "whoops." when I dropped the Roku remote.

What color is your watch?

I don't have a watch.

What do you think of when you think of Australia?

Sydney Opera House.

Ever ridden on a roller coaster?

Just ones at local fairs, but yeah.

Favorite gemstone?

My birthstone. I also love Amethyst.

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?

Usually we do the drive thru.

Do you have a roommate?

No.

Do you have any bad habits?

Swearing

Overthinking/catastrophizing

Being unkind to myself/negative self talk

What is your favorite number?

Four.

Do you know anyone named Lori?

I used to.

What color is your mom’s hair?

Grey.

Do you have a dog?

No. We had family dogs but I opted for a cat for my own pet as I'm not really in a position to be able to have a dog here.

What happened to you in 1993?

Not much that I have memory of, since I was born in 1992.

Does your first memory involve your dad?

Not my very first one, probably, but I do have very early memories of him and mum fighting when he was drunk. He dropped me down some stairs at my step cousin's birthday party as a toddler because of drinking too much. I remember that because I got hurt and it led to him and mum fighting terribly.

Do you remember singing any songs as kids?

Oh, of course!

When was the last time you went swimming?

It's been too long. :( I keep asking dad to take me but he's just so busy because of work.

Has your luggage ever gotten lost?

No. Thankfully didn't experience this when I flew.

Biggest annoyance in your life right this minute?

Having to move :(

Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar?

No. I had this done to my guitar when I was younger before I could seriously learn how to play. I would never do this to an instrument. That's terrible. Especially someone else's.

Do you like watching a bonfire?

Yasss! 😍 Love a good bonfire.

Are you allergic to anything?

One specific medication. Sometimes my eyes get itchy and watery and I get stuffy when Nippy's hair gets on me in large amounts, but it's nothing I won't handle in order to have her. It's not serious and she's more than worth it.

What is one thing you miss about your past?

There really isn't much. I'm surprised I made it through a lot of it and would rather not relive it very often if I don't have to.

Do you ever get flu shots?

I have, but I don't get them regularly.

Favorite shoes that you wear all the time?

I have literally one pair that still fit when symptoms of chronic venous insufficiency are particularly bad. I don't wear them in the house 'cause I can't put them on on my own.

What is one thing you’ve learned about life recently?

Oh yanno, life just be fucking lifin' whether you like it or not. 🫠

Are you jealous of anyone?

I'm envious of able bodied people, their freedom. People who can have babies.

Is anyone jealous of you?

I don't see why. They've no reason to be. Like, at all.

[housedeaubemarle]

A House Call

(written with @escherstrange-ffxiv, without whom none of this would have existed in the first place)

Followed by 'A House Call: Epilogue du Oudine'.

~*~

"Sydney should be here," Joshua grumbles, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve. 

"Probably for the best." Isillud thinks it wiser not to tell his younger brother of their brother's reply.

An hour ago:

Sydney's laugh was of a man who had suffered at the hands of House Aubemarle. It was long, sharp, and bitter. "HAHAHAHA good fucking luck," he said before the linkpearl fell silent.

Isillud's eyes narrowed at the fireplace, as if telepathically setting his brother on fire all the way at Radz-at-han. "Bitch."

"He could have given us some tips. I've never met the viscountess."

"Neither have I, Joshua." Isillud smooths his hair back, waiting for the door to open.

~*~

Marceaux, butler to House Aubemarle perhaps since the time of the Ancients, opens the door to two lanky Elezen gentlemen. 

The eye first takes in an absurdly beautiful face on the right, accompanied by well-sculpted - youthful - features on the left. Another second of scanning addresses the similar bone structures, Duskwight skin, points of ears, and builds of the pair before him. Yet a third instant notes the ruffles of cravats and shirts, unobtrusive cufflinks and neatly pointed shoes, while filing away for future reference, certain wrinkles in cloth that either point to a household without laundry maids or worse: untrained servants. 

“Our relatives, the Losstarots, are due tomorrow morning, Marceaux. We will not be home to anyone else till their visit is complete.”

“Very good, milady.”

He opens his mouth, just as the trained eye submits a fourth report: the pairs of eyes looking back at him - one impassive, one defiant - are shockingly green. 

“Good morning, gentlemen. Whom may I say is calling?”

Joshua straightens his back, clearing his throat and whipping out a card in between his fingers. “Lord Joshua Losstarot and my brother, Isillud. We are here to meet with Viscount Aubemarle."

The card is a crisp white card printed only with his name and a coat of arms. He looks as dignified and lordly as a young man due to come of age in 3 days (figuratively) can be. Isillud simply nods and smiles at the butler. 

Marceaux wordlessly and gingerly receives the tiny rectangle. He peers at it, absorbing that this is, in fact, the Lord Joshua Losstarot. Still holding the card respectfully in his gloved hands, he bows and moves aside to wave them through.

“Welcome, milords. If you would be so kind as to follow me, I will direct you to the Chantilly Room.”

He awaits acknowledgement of this, and at the briefest nod from Lord Joshua, neatly spins on his heel and walks down the hall at a moderate pace. He does not turn to see their reaction to the interior, though if one were to conduct an interview later, Marceaux would hardly dare suggest anything but satisfaction with the tasteful wallpaper of ivory striped with off-white, matching an elegant marble floor in swirling shades.  

The door of the Chantilly Room opens to, indeed, cream-coloured curtains, off-white painted walls and carpets of a darker grey-blue. Within, on a low table opposite a pale blue sofa, sits a full tea set. Along the walls are ornaments of various styles and sizes on sturdy shelves, while two painted lacquer screens stand at a corner. A gilded wall mirror completes the furnishing.

“Please make yourself at home, milords.”

Marceaux waits for a count of five, trusting their lordships to seat themselves comfortably, before he closes the door with a quiet thud. From the corner of his eye, he sees the barest whisper of a skirt and hears a stifled giggle.

He represses a sigh - and the thought that Lord Joshua’s brother’s reputation precedes itself - before quickly heading upstairs.

~*~

Being away from Ishgard for five summers has dulled their aesthetics towards interior decoration. Joshua shifts his weight, rocking back and forth on his heels. "How long do we have to wait, Izzy?"

Isillud glances at the decor, taking in the details as he walks past the ornaments, mentally placing them in their possible places of origin. "You don't ask, Joshua. You just sit and look around. Gives you an idea of what to talk about." He peers at some. "Hingan teacup. Gyr Abanian charm. If they don't travel, their friends do."

"How do you know they didn't buy it?"

"You don't buy a single teacup, Joshua." 

Joshua points to a row under the gilded mirror. "What about that miniature fan and those dancing figurines then? Took their friends long enough to realise what they liked?"

Isillud glances at the mirror, sighs, then sinks into the couch.

The wait isn’t as agonisingly long as Joshua anticipates. Barely two minutes after Isillud sits, the door opens again. 

“Good morning, my lords.”

The woman offering her greetings is tall and fair, dressed in a blouse of soothing dusty blue with gauzy bishop sleeves, and black trousers. Waves of shiny, dark brown hair have been woven into neat braids, then pinned into a singular tidy bun; bangs frame either side of her face. Clear grey eyes crinkle above a pointed nose; lips coloured an inoffensive shade of cameo pink form a warm smile. 

She stretches out a hand towards Joshua first, as is correct etiquette.

“I am Oudine de Aubemarle. I suppose we could be called cousins of sorts.”

Joshua straightens his jacket before taking Oudine's hand and barely touching his lips with it. "Joshua Lo-" he is interrupted by Isillud's cough. "-Joshua de Losstarot, a pleasure to meet you Viscount."

He steps aside for his brother. Compared to his, Isillud seems smoother, like he trained his entire youth for this moment.

"Milady." Isillud's baritone voice is like silk brushing across her hand. "Will your mother not be joining us?"

Oudine blinks. It hasn’t been that long since she’d received hand kisses as greetings, surely. Is she so accustomed to shaking hands on business that gallantry has become a surprise? 

Focus, Oudine.

She keeps smiling. “She will, in just a moment. Her toilette requires a little more attention, seeing as the sons of her longtime connections are here.” Oudine gestures to the sofa. “Please, do sit. The staff will bring some light repast by and by, so we will have to contend with tea first. I hope red tea is to your taste.”

As her guests sit, and she picks up the teapot to pour, she continues. “If you don’t mind me saying so this quickly in your visit, hearing of your reinstatement was personally gratifying. I’m glad the Holy See is making what amends it can, though perhaps,” she looks up at them, noting the arresting green gazes of both brothers. “Such hurts will take a longer time to heal.”

"I shan't lie, it's equal parts relief and resentment," Joshua replies. "We can't even give a proper funeral for our parents and grandfather, but at least we have our home back." He shoots his brother a pointed look. "Not entirely, but I'll take what I can get." 

Idillud picks up his teacup and inhales once before sipping. Leaning back against the sofa signals to Joshua he has no intention of carrying a conversation - he's only there to supervise the lord-in-training, nothing else - and so Joshua continues. "I do confess my surprise that you are the current viscount, milady." Joshua's voice is markedly younger, and with youth carries a tone of eagerness instead of nosiness. "I thought it would be your brother."

This is not a question Oudine has heard for a few years now. She takes a quick glance at Isillud, apparently absorbed in his tea. Is this the usual pattern? The older brother hanging back, the younger taking the lead? Then again, knowing what they do of Sydney, perhaps House Losstarot must needs rely on its youth. And youth, Oudine knows, requires training. 

“I’m sorry to hear of your parents and grandfather. It is… difficult, when one does not have the chance to say the goodbyes one desires.”

She gestures invitingly to the sugar bowl, lifting its lid.

“As for Remont, let us just say it has long been an unspoken understanding in our family that birth is not necessarily the best judge of headship. My father’s passing was perhaps the culmination of that understanding.”

She smiles at the young man in front of her. For a moment, she remembers her younger brother as he had been ten years ago, though perhaps Joshua has more palpable vitality. 

“I think, in that, we have something in common, Lord Joshua.”

“And what would that be, my love? Is the head of Losstarot too an insouciant younger brother?”

Oudine nearly drops the lid. She whips around to see the Dowager Viscountess herself standing in the doorway, attended by Marceaux. She is shorter than everyone present, but commands a presence that could even match the likes of Count Charlemend de Durendaire. Smooth, very pale blonde hair that borders on white is neatly put up. A wan but clearly inquisitive smile sits on her slightly wrinkled, but still clear, face, matched by a raised eyebrow. Two hands fold atop her cane, topped by a handle in the shape of a finely carved Hornbill head. 

“Mother!”

The brothers stand and bow respectfully to the Dowager. “Viscountess," they greet, though only Joshua continues. "It is good to see you well." He keeps up the smile, waiting for the Dowager's response, while Isillud tugs his gloves up, checking that he is still wearing them.

The Dowager reaches out, not towards her visitors as Oudine had, but for her daughter. Marceaux has already melted away, shutting the door.

“Well as can be, praise unto the Fury,” she says with a sigh as Oudine dutifully takes her hand and escorts her eight steps forward to a sturdy chair near the sofa. “Remember not to get old, young men - it brings too many inconveniences.”

She sits, waving at them to do the same. Then silence falls, awkward and spiky, as the Dowager seems to read the Losstarots’ very souls.

“Hrrmph,” she says at last. “Whatever he believed, at least Cletienne's eyes outlived him. And you,” she nods at Isillud, “I see la incomparable again in your face, so clearly you have your mother to thank for your looks. Though your reputation is entirely your own.”

There is a slightly louder clink of porcelain, as Oudine turns from where she’s pouring a fourth cup of tea to give her mother an inscrutable look. The Dowager, sitting upright in her chair, returns an impassive glance, then turns back again to her guests.

“Well, Lord Joshua? You’ve not answered my question. Or perhaps I should seek answers from another authority on the subject, eh Lord Isillud?”

Isillud's cup rests on the saucer with another audible clink. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out from it; Joshua starts instead.

"Isillud is well aware that his reputation would not bode well for the house; hence why it was agreed upon that I should bear the title." The younger man flashes his brightest smile, "We are much alike in that we have overstepped our more-deserving siblings to wear our mantles, Viscount." His tone dances lightly over the sunbeams spilling through the windows.

Isillud doesn't look at the pair, merely smiles as the lanky man leans into the sofa, crossing his hands on his lap. "Hmph," he softly laughs, snow white eyelashes fluttering shut.

Joshua's shoulders relax, sloping just enough to be noticeable. "You must be curious about what we've been up to over the last five summers, we would be glad to indulge your questions."

The Dowager shows no sign of relenting. “Ah, so the answer is no. Insouciance isn’t quite the description. Dear heart,” she says, looking at Oudine who has continued to drop two lumps of sugar into the delicate cup she holds. “Your brother’s carelessness evidently is an idiosyncrasy of his own. You are to be sympathised with, it seems.”

Oudine mumbles a form of non-committal reply, simultaneously giving her mother tea, and delicately removing the walking stick for the old lady’s convenience. 

Clearly, this was no longer the Viscount’s game. Though, to be fair, it hadn’t been from the moment she’d handed her mother the Losstarots’ formal letter of introduction a few weeks ago. Oudine glances again at Isillud, looking for some kind of solidarity between older siblings. 

There is none to be found. The older brother appears to be fully meditating on the merits of some otherworldly matter. It is a shame, thinks Oudine, she can’t bring herself to do the same since her mother has started speaking to Lord Joshua again.

“Is there possibly anything more dramatic than the antics of the Warrior of Light and the Scions?” asks the Dowager, carefully stirring her cup. “Did you too ride a dragon overhead into Ishgard, guns a-blazing so to speak? Do tell us from the beginning; we are all attention, Lord Joshua.”

Joshua's laugh isn't of a carefree boy - courtesy and restraint swaddle it. "If there are I'm afraid I wasn't privy to it. My story is simpler than that: Taken under the wing of a trader, I simply learned the ropes of her business. Aside from the usual cargo she offered safe passages to refugees seeking to flee the Garlean occupation, when she abandoned it after Ala Mhigo and Doma's liberation I simply abided by her decision. There are other trade avenues to pursue after all." Joshua is less careful with his tea, even a tiny slurp echoes in the room. "Crude, but it pays the bills for now."

Isillud leans forward, nudging his cup towards Oudine. "May I have more tea, milady?" When she refills his cup, slender gloved fingers brush against hers when he lifts his cup.

"Joshua needs to learn. He will be fine. Breathe easy, cousin." Emerald irises rise to her eyes, almost glowing with a divinity that vouches for him.

His cousin wonders when he had the capacity to notice her unspoken pleas for help. She decides to question it later. The intense gaze and silken touch on the hand are distractions enough (and suddenly, Oudine reaches a deeper understanding with her brother).

“If it’s learning you both sought here, then you won’t leave disappointed,” she murmurs in reply, though as she returns to stand behind her mother’s chair, her posture is slightly more at ease. 

The Dowager on the other hand, sips calmly as Joshua recites the undoubtedly summarised adventures of five years. 

“My, my. Refugees from the Garlean occupation, Ala Mhigo and Doma. Your youth belies your profound experiences, young man. And the delicacy you’ve offered in your storytelling is appreciated but unnecessary.” Her dark brown eyes go straight through Joshua. “Pray tell what your trade entails currently. Aubemarle claims acquaintance with any number of lesser houses that deal in commerce, though we ourselves do not have such businesses.”

Behind her, her daughter quietly shifts her weight; the ease dissolves from Oudine’s spine. 

Joshua's smile tightens, eyes set straight at the Dowager. He clears his throat.

"A variety of merchandise from the east. Thavnair, Garlemald, Dalmasca even. The trade routes are perilous and there is no shortage of demand from these nations." Sip. "I simply bring people what they want for a fee, I should be glad to give you our current catalogue should you wish." The legal catalogue is what goes unsaid in his explanation.

The Dowager tilts her head slightly. “‘Bringing people what they want for a fee’. What a simple explanation it is. Have you considered a different career, Lord Joshua? Perhaps a writer for one of our illustrious newspapers? Some of their pieces are so concise, they do the exact opposite of their express purpose: to inform the public. You would do perfectly, I shouldn’t wonder.”

A knock on the door interrupts the plummeting social temperature of the room. Marceaux silently glides in, bearing a tray full of small plates. Upon them are refreshments suited for a mid-morning interlude with distinguished guests: pastries that do not flake, but can be savoured in two bites, eclairs that aren’t overfilled so as not to embarrass enthusiastic eaters, finger sandwiches that make for dignified chewing.

(Thank the Fury for small mercies, thinks Oudine.)

The butler sets the silver tray down, right beside the teapot. The Dowager’s nod sends him gliding back out of the room.

“Do help yourselves, my lords,” says the Dowager smoothly.

Joshua laughs but the heat within tightens around his gut. He's running out of options to please her, and a choice reply remains at the tip of his tongue only because Isillud would likely kick him off the sofa if he said it. The introduction of desserts has done nothing for him, for he is mentally flipping through a notebook about what to do during social situations like this. Unfortunately, the book is still fresh and blank.

He turns to his brother only for him to notice two things: Firstly, Isillud has seen Marceaux. Secondly, the glint in Isillud's eye.

No, oh no you don't-

Isillud doesn't take his eyes away from the door long after the butler has left. He plucks an eclair from the plate and without so much as looking at what he's doing, places it at his lips and sucks the cream from the hole with no pretense what's on his mind.

Joshua's world crumples in on itself. If Isillud does not hide what's on his mind, neither does Joshua with a mortified expression on his face. He does the first thing he can think of to snap his brother out of his reverie: he elbows him really hard in the ribs. It works - Isillud jolts back to the room, blinking innocently at Joshua.

"What?"

Oudine de Aubemarle, with the seasoned practice of someone who has been trained to ignore that which couldn’t possibly have occurred in the drawing room of a highborn Ishgardian house, immediately speaks in her modulated, pleasant tone. 

“It is good, isn’t it? Though he is our own cook, I must personally recommend Mr Ofanleitasyn’s creations. Lord Joshua, perhaps you might like to try a sandwich.”

She walks forward swiftly, picking up one of each kind to place on a small plate, then turns back around to the Dowager. 

“I myself requested Cook to prepare these, Mother. They’re your particular favourites after all.”

The Dowager’s lips had already parted, perhaps to deliver a homily against the obvious dereliction of the world outside Ishgard and its regrettable influence on wayward young men. Something in the look she receives - hidden from view of the Losstarots - makes her put her lips back together and nod.

“Thank you, my pet. Such thoughtfulness,” she says, and even gently pats the Viscount on the cheek.

Oudine turns back, places two small sandwiches on a plate and offers it to Joshua. The smile that accompanies it, she hopes, would read as an apology and encouragement. 

He must and will learn, yes, but the older sister in her cannot help herself.

Joshua whips over to the plate of sandwiches. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before mustering weakly, "Y...yes, thank you." He shoves a sandwich into his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose. If he cannot say anything he might as well have something in his mouth for it.

A second of watching his brother's reaction later, Isillud shrugs and takes a dainty bite from his eclair. "A Roegadyn, then? How long has he been in service?"

“Oh, ever since I can remember, quite frankly,” says the Viscount. She looks to her mother, who hands the younger noble her still-full cup of tea. Oudine silently puts it back on the low table, and proceeds to pour a fresh, hot cup. 

“Mr Ofanleitasyn has been with us these last 30 years or so. One of my late husband’s many flashes of brilliance,” says the Dowager, the tone just ever so slightly more conciliatory. “He may be a Roegadyn, but his abilities produce thoroughly Ishgardian fare.”

The dark brown eyes of the lady gleam as she continues with, “If memory serves, your mother  quite enjoyed a variant of Dzemael Gratin he made once in the past. I believe she was carrying your eldest brother at the time, and so could not attend one of our dinners. Seeing as it was her first pregnancy, she could not help but be cautious. We had a dish delivered over to her, and she returned a most gracious note of thanks.” She pauses a moment. “La Incomparable had excellent taste.”

The Dowager receives the new cup of tea from her daughter with an arched eyebrow. There. Happy? It seems to say.

Yes, returns the answering smile of Oudine.

Chewing slowly, Joshua blinks at the story. "Huh, I didn't know that. Did you know that, Izzy?"

Isillud doesn't answer; he narrows his eyes at the Dowager, lips thinned into a single line. Her words have stirred him though he clenches his fists and says nothing.

It felt like a slap, that this woman of distant relation would have a vivid story to tell of their mother. A reminder of their place: If only she knew what has become of her children. One a swindler, the other a harlot. And you dare show your face around Ishgard? For shame.

Isillud finishes his eclair and wipes his fingers on a handkerchief. "Come, Joshua. We have tarried enough."

"Huh? But we just started-" The look on his brother's face shuts him up. "Thank you for your hospitality. It was a pleasure meeting you both, we shall call upon your house in the near future."

He gives a quick bow and jogs after Isillud, who doesn't even bother with niceties as he heads for the door.

The Dowager silently watches the rapid departure of both young men with unexpected calmness, even having the presence of mind to set her teacup down on the table. 

Beside her, Oudine is less able to control herself. “What-”

“Oudine.”

She looks at the Dowager, surprise - and since they’re alone, some hurt - in her face. “Mamma?”

The old lady reaches out, and instinctively, her daughter clasps her hand.

“I know I promised never to interfere in your dealings as Viscount. But I ask you to trust me when I tell you: do not run out to seek an explanation from them, at least for the present. Will you, dearest?”

Oudine purses her lips. Part of her is itching to do exactly that - to demand an answer, if not resolution, for this abrupt end to a visit she had had every intention of helping along. People she trusted had warned her, gently, about the possibility of these being impostors, of interlopers stealing the noble name of Losstarot, and the resulting connection to the Aubemarles. They had asked her to be extra cautious, knowing that the current Viscount de Aubemarle was inclined to see the better side of others, sometimes wishing to be right, rather than knowing she was right. She had wanted, dearly, to prove them wrong, to be able to say - firmly - that the new head of Losstarot is genuine, and that their claims are true. She still does.

The other part - the one which has seen her mother work what could only be magic on the dizzying social circles of Ishgard’s lesser houses, which has witnessed the Dowager Viscountess call on, and call out, rival houses no less powerful or influential than they, without batting an eyelash - makes her grip her mother’s hand tighter.

Finally, she asks, almost demands. “Did you tell that story of their mother on purpose? Did you aim at Lord Isillud?” Neither woman hears the front door of the house slam shut. The rooms are too well-built.

“If I aim at anything, which I will pretend to understand for the moment, logic dictates I ought to aim at the head sitting right before me,” says the Dowager. “No, dearest. My intention had been to give those boys a memory they could not have had; a keepsake now that they must step into their elders’ shoes.” 

She looks back at the yawning doorway of the Chantilly Room. 

“I forget that the young - especially young, “resentful” prodigals - may not look as kindly on memories as those of my age.”

After a moment, the old lady frowns. “House de Aubemarle can only claim to be far relations. There are others who are closer cousins, in higher places, and with even more accounts of the Losstarots as they once were. Lord Isillud will need stronger armour. And more flesh on his bones, if he intends to remain in this city.” 

Oudine cannot help wanting a complete diagnosis. “And Lord Joshua needs…?”

Her mother snorts. “Time. And more polish in his address.”

Oudine shakes her head, before realising what the Dowager had said. She takes in a deep breath, releases it. “You were listening outside the door when I first entered the room, weren’t you?” 

The Dowager makes no answer, merely returning the grip on her daughter’s hand. The Viscount can only sigh, and finally sits down for the first time since she’d welcomed the Losstarots to their home. 

Still clinging to her mother’s hand, she says consideringly, “You believe them to be real then. They are the long-lost Losstarot sons, now returned.”

The Dowager looks surprised. “Of course, dear heart. No charlatan worth their salt would have stormed out so violently.”

A wave of tired regret washes over Oudine and she closes her eyes. “Then we have given offence to our own. And it involves their mother.” She opens them again to stare at the ceiling. “How on earth can we make amends?”

“My sweet girl, ever forgiving. Thus is the discourtesy already forgotten.”

Oudine lets herself frown, obviously and deeply frustrated, at her mother. It’s been a very long morning, no matter that the fiasco had really only lasted for all of fifteen minutes or less.

The Dowager smiles. “You are Viscount de Aubemarle. You will think of something. Besides,” she nods at her daughter. “You have their calling card, do you not?”

Oudine slips her free hand (it’s also annoying how she doesn’t even want to let go of her mother, despite everything) into a trouser pocket. She pulls out the innocuous white card Marceaux had given her, and stares at it.

“...hmm.”

As the Viscount thinks and plans, the Dowager leans forward towards the table. She picks up an eclair, snorts at a thought that has just occurred to her, and takes a delicate bite.

~*~

It is three days later, when there is a knock on the door of the Losstarots’ residence.

Ser Drouhont, Temple Knight-turned-steward, all of 7 fulms (possibly more) and pitch black skin opens the door. "Good morning. Whom shall I say is calling?" The wind whips his long hair about, thankfully long and heavy enough that it doesn't obscure his face.

Before this very impressive figure stand two Elezens, both in the livery of House Aubemarle. The darker skinned one wearing a small pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face bows respectfully. The grace of his movement is unhampered by the neatly wrapped parcel in his arms. Beside him, a very lovely black-haired maid with dark eyes dips in a polite curtsey, a clearly laden basket despite its cloth covering, in hand.

“No one, sir. We are only here to present my lady Viscount Aubemarle’s compliments, and seek your goodness to deliver them to your master,” says the bespectacled footman in an even tone.

"My masters are unfortunately currently indisposed, but I would be glad to hand it over to them."

The footman bows again. “Thank you, we are most obliged.” He offers the brown paper parcel, secured by twine, to the steward first, before taking the basket from his colleague to hand it over as well. “Good morning to you,” he says with a last bow. The maid curtsies and follows the footman’s lead to go. 

They’ve only gone a few steps when, right before Ser Drouhont closes the door, the maid turns back to call out with a brilliant smile: “Don’t ignore the box at least! It’d be a terrible waste!” 

Drouhont hooks the basket on the crook of his arm, watching the servants leave with a confused look on his face. Within the house, Joshua leans over the banister halfway down the stairs. "Who was it?"

"Compliments from House Aubemarle with a reminder to not ignore the box." He looks at the twine-wrapped parcel with the same impassive face and flat tone. "T'would be a waste to do so." 

That makes the younger elezen curious enough to take the parcel off Drouhont's hands and set it on the dining table. Drouhont puts the basket nearby, turning the cloth over to reveal its contents.

"Let's see what we have here…" Joshua muses, unfolding a blade from a pocket and starts cutting the twine.

"Oh-"

Joshua stops. "What?"

"Twine can be reused…I could use it to wrap my paintings…"

Joshua simply stares at his steward. He should be used to the man's airy comments by now but he was unpredictable when he wanted to. He shakes his head and continues demolishing the wrapper to get at the contents within.

Brown paper crinkles and rustles, falling away to reveal a perfectly square but good-sized, black, lacquered box. On its lid, a spray of flowers blooming from a shapely bough, made of inlaid mother-of-pearl, grows from the bottom corner. Closer inspection easily reveals that the box is made up of three layers and the mild sweet fragrance of baked goods begins to waft upwards. A thick looking packet sits against the box, along with a thinner, lighter envelope. On both, small wax seals, no doubt from a signet ring, bear the crest of House Aubemarle.

In the basket’s case, its contents are less enigmatic. Fresh fruit of various kinds sit within: Coerthan and mirror apples, La Noscean oranges, Lowland grapes, Pixie plums, even a few lemonettes. There is also a singular pineapple, most of its spiky crown carefully cut off for convenience. In the midst of such vibrant colours, the stark white of a small card stands out.

Not even Joshua can resist the allure of freshly baked goods. "She wasn't kidding about her cook," he says as he picks up the packet and envelope, using the blade to pry the seal open.

Meanwhile Drouhont removes the fruit from the basket and sorts it into an artful arrangement, mumbling to himself, "A fine still-life subject for a painting…Master Joshua, there is a card inside here too." He passes the card firmly held between his fingers to his lord, who now has three things to read.

The thin envelope contains a single-sided letter with the crest of House Aubemarle emblazoned in the top centre of the page. In other words, the official letterhead of the Viscount. The handwriting beneath is neat and evenly spaced, flowing in black ink.

-

To Lord Joshua de Losstarot, head of House Losstarot, & Lord Isillud de Losstarot,

I give greeting to my cousins both, and present our apologies for this late letter.

To come straight to the point, we ask forgiveness for treading upon sacred ground without care. While it is not lost upon us how hollow that may ring after what has transpired, please believe that it is meant sincerely. 

What we should have conveyed that day, but did not, is simply this: words do not suffice for how your house has suffered great losses, in many respects. House de Aubemarle has no power to bring back what was, but we will assist - if you are willing, and should need it - in building what will be. The accompaniments to this letter are more concrete tokens of our friendship.

I hope we shall meet again in future, in more fortuitous circumstances. Belatedly, and truly, we welcome our cousins Losstarot back to Ishgard. 

Yours sincerely,

Oudine de Aubemarle, Viscount Aubemarle.

-

Out of the thicker packet comes a small collection of papers and stiffer cards of varying sizes.

One of the cards is an elegantly decorated invitation. The space for recipients has been filled in by hand: Lord Joshua de Losstarot and Lord Isillud de Losstarot are requested for the pleasure of their company at a formal ball at the mansion of House Maintigny in a month’s time. Lady Oisinne de Maintigny is to be addressed should they accept or decline the invitation.

Yet another invitation, on a marginally smaller card but no less elegant, also requests the pleasure of the lords Losstarot’s company, this time at a musical concert, intended to showcase the talents of the newest protege of the Dowager Viscountess Philomene de Aubemarle. It is to be held at the Saint Llafymae Rooms in a fortnight, with acceptances or declines to be addressed to her ladyship at the Aubemarle manor.

Much smaller in size are four narrow tickets. Identically printed on them are admittances to the latest theatrical sensation of Ishgard, Cant and Candour. The tickets read that they are specifically for box seats on any night while the play is performed.

A folded note comes next, unsealed, so it can be opened to read, in the same ink and handwriting as in the longer letter: ‘The Viscount Aubemarle presents her compliments to the manager of the Lightfeather Proving Grounds, and with great pleasure, wishes to make known to your goodself my lords Losstarot, newly returned to Ishgard. Kindly make them welcome at the usual box whensoever they desire.’  

Yet another sheet of paper similar in thickness to the note contains the simple name and address of Etoilier at the very top. Underneath the letterhead is a message from its proprietress who is delighted to know that their chance meetings in the past could be continued in a more formal fashion. Etoile Wintour reassures her lordships that new suits will be ready in good time before the Maintigny ball, and invites them both for fittings in three weeks. Though there is not much fear there since she already has their precise measurements. She presents her compliments and looks forward to their appointments.

And lastly, the smallest of the ‘accompaniments’ is a white business card. Upon it is printed ‘Marlstone Chocobos’ with an address in Ishgard below it, and another address in Tailfeather on a third line. Flexing it under the light reveals an embossed off-white crest in the upper right corner, that of House de Aubemarle. When turned over, there is a third handwritten message, in the same neat handwriting and the same black ink: 

For any reason, if you are ever in need of a fast bird, bring this to the Marlstone office here. If in Dravania, seek out Remont. You will be given one of our finest, no questions asked, no charge. - O.A.

Once the detailed contents of the packet are perused, the last small card from the fruit basket is almost comical in its simplicity. The writing is in brown ink, and a cursive script far different from all the handwriting earlier. The message is brief:

You’ve only just begun. Eat, then fight.

Joshua shuffles through the cards growing increasingly perplexed. "Oh gods, there are so many events; do these people not do anything except socialize?!"

"That is indeed what they do, Master Joshua," Drouhont answers, carefully stacking the apples into a 3D pyramid. "Networking is very important in Ishgardian high society if you wish to remain relevant. Even a soldier of middling rank is expected to be present at the Forgotten Knight once a week at least."

"Drouhont, I can't attend all these on my own." He fans out the theatre tickets. "There are four tickets here and I don't appreciate music as much as…" His eyes follow the stairs, "Him."

"It matters not which Losstarot attends…only that one does." Drouhont frames his arrangement with his fingers, moving a fruit an ilm to the right to adjust.

"In case you have forgotten," Joshua's voice rises. "The other Losstarot is currently drowning in self-pity with only a blanket to maintain his modesty."

"You seem certain he'll always be crushed by the weight of the expectations he's failed, milord."

The younger elezen sighs, turning his attention to the box. He opens each tray to find out what's inside.

The first layer is a jigsaw puzzle of pastries: danishes, butter croissants, apple tarts, jam tarts, even a fig pastry or two to complete the picture. All have been made specially to fit the size of the box, and to be eaten in a single bite.

The second layer opens up to heavier stuff: currant scones give off a delightful scent of butter and sugar; slices of mille-feuille are artfully dusted with fine sugar and cocoa powder; a row of simple pain au chocolat sits with gleaming golden-brown skins.

The third and last layer is filled with nothing but eclairs, covered in chocolate icing.

Joshua twitches visibly at the tray of eclairs; he considers pushing it aside and bringing up only the first layers but changes his mind and slots the small card from the fruit basket among the eclairs before closing it up and lugging it upstairs. "Drouhont, bring the fruits up- on second thought, do as you like with those."

He kicks the door open; the crow roosting at Isillud's head caws in surprise and hops up to the headboard. Etienne turns and raises his eyebrow just slightly. Joshua Losstarot puts the box loudly on the side table and roughly yanks his brother's shoulder over to face him.

"Wake up, Izzy. You have a society to impress."

Isillud stares blankly through dull green eyes. Joshua removes the last tray and puts it in front of him. "See this? The dowager acknowledges you. Mother would've been proud." The crow tilts its head at the baked delicacies, plucking an eclair and gliding over to Etienne's work desk to pass to him.

Joshua grips his brother's chin between his fingers; the Fury lives in his voice, in the determination writ across his face. "You want expectations to live up to? Live up to the lord of House Losstarot's. Live up to mine."

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[zahri-melitor]

Actually heck let me just drop names if you're Australian and trying to buy comics, because advice on local resources is...less known:-

Local Comics Shops and their quirks include:-

Kings Comics (Sydney): Kings have something that no other Australian comics shop online has - a functional search engine that you can filter. Tracking down titles on Kings is just so much easier than literally anyone else, AND they keep their online inventory updated. Standard Auspost pricing for shipping.

All Star Comics (Melbourne): you have to be a bit more careful with their website as they do list out of stock titles (but in a way that you learn to navigate pretty fast), but ASC have a standard discount program for regular buyers, a tendency to chuck freebies into orders, and a flat $15 postage rate. Freebies I've received range from excellent stuff like an issue of City Boy through to someone adding The Culling: Rise of the Ravagers (n52 Teen Titans) to an order for YJ98 trades.

Comics Etc (Brisbane): And now we start descending into the harder to search options. Comics Etc works best if you're looking up specific titles rather than browsing, but they do keep the website updated with what's in stock, and because they're a bit harder to navigate you can find stuff that isn't in stock other places. They do sell bag and board sets individually, if you've only got a few floppies you want to bag for storage. Standard Auspost pricing for shipping, free for orders over $100.

Incognito Comics (Melbourne): they're bad at updating their website but they also do really good sales deals. A lot of their listed titles online are older ones rather than new releases, which can be helpful depending on what you're looking for. Free shipping over $50.

Impact Comics (Canberra): Impact have a really good trade selection, actually, and a halfway functional website. Their search engine doesn't distinguish between trades and floppies, and there's a radio button you have to push to only get titles that are in stock, but again because they're that bit harder to navigate (and they're in Canberra) you can often get older stock trades that are sold out at other places. Shipping is $12.99.

Secret HQ (Melbourne): I have a soft spot for them as their website is so difficult to navigate for trades that I've actually turned up a few things nobody else still had in stock. Had a seriously bad string of luck recently and lost their shop; are currently selling from the local markets. Potentially one of your best routes to getting things Tom Taylor's signed recently because Taylor came over and signed a WHOLE bunch of stuff for them due to the aforementioned bad luck to help them keep afloat (Things like this are why I can never just join in the general hate on for Taylor).

Minotaur (Melbourne): I don't think anyone's rebuilt their website in the last 15 years or more. Minotaur have a mix of things (as they're a wider SFF shop), and their search engine functions best looking for exact titles of trades or comic run titles. They do have a free shipping policy for anything over $25 if it's in stock, which is probably the best deal anyone has.

Kinokuniya (Sydney): probably the most extensive collection of trades of comics and manga in Sydney. Their search engine is old and you need to carefully check the stock levels but they tend to carry a LOT more titles from a lot more presses than your average LCS and, being a Japanese bookshop, also have a very significant manga collection too. I tend to find they're slightly more expensive than Kings, but they have a wider selection of presses and keep on top of things like having full indie runs in print on their shelves.

Popcultcha (Geelong): yes, they actually do carry some comic trades not just figurines and clothing. I've found their collection can be pretty old; they've got basically a permanent sale on a bunch of Rebirth trades at this point to clear them out, so if you're looking for stuff published between 2016 and 2020 or so they have good deals going.

Mighty Ape/Kogan/Catch: I'm grouping all the online superstore options together. They all work the same way. Look carefully who's stocking them, there are often issues like it's going to be imported from the US and take forever.

Book Grocer (Melbourne): This is an overstock/remainder/second hand book company and their graphic novels selection is eclectic but quite extensive. Definitely one worth paging through the entire collection to see what they have if you're looking for older titles.

Booktopia (Sydney): if you want an online bookshop just use Booktopia. Their comics selection isn't fantastic but it's about the same as any other bookshop's will be, and they're fairly good about shipping (as long as it's not Christmas). You know Booktopia.

Angus & Robertson/Dymocks/QBD: they're bookshops. I've occasionally got decent discounts on weird stuff at QBD but it's again another 'pick through lists of things and see what pops up' situation.

Also I guess Amazon exists but you're shopping in Australia and you know all the issues there, why even bother. As much as I despise Gerry Harvey's position on online shopping, his protectionist nonsense probably is why we have a vibrant online shopping scene that's not wholly dominated by a single player.

(I also have a list of about a dozen even smaller options, but they're very random, even harder to navigate, and more prone to the entire store being listed as sold out. LCS websites are notoriously terrible).

[youngharridan]

Let me preface this by saying I adore Annie Autumn. Its one of those great one-sided/parasocial kind of relationships of my online life. I’ve been following her for awhile now after seeing her tagged in another friend of a friend’s posts. I bought a baby blanket from her for a friend of mine when she was doing a fundraiser, and I have one of her hook rugs on my wall as well. It’s devastating watching her go through cancer treatment and now settling into end of life care - but I also really value what she is willing to share with everyone. Radical queer community grieving at its finest. That is all to say – this is a funny kind of review. Not that I ever strive for objectivity or anything like that. But this little zine really hit a spot in me and its really interesting to give a bit of a longer reflection.

I bought this on a total whim – Annie made merch for her living wake and asked Instagram if people would buy it. Which hell yeah of course we wanted it! Let everyone wear this beautiful stuff while giving you some money for your family. And she included this zine with the totes and shirts. I knew she had built her home with her family and community and jumped at the prospect of hearing more of the story. It’s a short zine – maybe less than 10 pages, colour printed on cardboard. It’s structured around two weather events that woke Annie up in the middle of the night and threatened her home. In-between these stories of fire and flood is a bit about the actual building of the house. The thing that initially struck me is that this is a climate crisis story, displaying the real cost of our collective failure to address climate change meaningfully and sharing the material effects of this crisis. This is a story that is both political and personal in all the best ways.

Annie talks about how building her own house was a dream of her’s from when she was a teenager. I feel like it is such a strong trope in the queer community that we all dream of running away from society to start a commune where we can live freely and build things together. I have personally harboured this dream, but during the covid-19 pandemic lockdowns I was confronted with just how interconnected we all are and thought that this kind of running away fantasy was really cruel. I don’t want to turn away from the world, I want to find a way to live in it while also being in community. This also led to me to looking at houses instead of property when it came to buying a house. I did kind of abandon the city in the end and run away a bit, but just up the hill to the mountains where we could afford to buy a house just outside of the insane Sydney property bubble.

There is something that I struggle with that comes in later in the zine that I want to dig into a bit, towards the end. Annie reflects on how the house is far from perfect but that:

“I love that she’s still a bit of a work in progress, that I’ve shown my kids that you can build a life using your hands, and that life can resist dominant paradigms that dictate that you ‘cant’t’ or ‘shouldn’t’ make things for yourself. That tells you not to try in case the things you make are ‘bad’. That its better to work in a soulless job so that you can pay others to use their hands to make things for you – your clothes, your home, your garden”.

This kind of sentiment is something that greatly irritates me while also being something that I agree with to a certain extent. I live in a house that someone else built – and we paid someone to renovate the kitchen in the first year we lived here, and I don’t regret either of these decisions. I also really want to learn how to paint the walls myself and take on other repairs eventually as well because learning skills rules. The garden is going to be a lifelong project for me. At the moment it’s a fussy cottage garden that the retirees that lived here before us obviously poured so much love and care into, but is full of plants I want to slowly replace with natives and productive fruits and vegetables. I don’t think it’s fair to blanket say that all work is soulless, and that paying professionals to do things for you is wrong. But I do think we could all stand to learn the true cost of things like food and clothes on the planet, people, and animals. So call me a fake radical but I am happy to give some jobs over to the tradies in my house.

I kind of can’t believe how long this went – hoping to review more zines this year but don’t expect >500 words very often.

[reblogalanaartdream]

Yes I’m happy to buy SOME things online being they’re not available offline but sometimes there are things you have to buy in person

Like shoes and clothing will not always match the size / colour it says/ shows it is online so you’re gonna need to go to the shops for that

And don’t get me started on how some books you have to see them in person to read it in case it’s printed wrong

Heck like some of those surprises omg dolls / NA na na surprise dolls have cheat ways to find out what doll you’re getting (well some of the na na na surprise dolls do) but you’re getting it online your not gonna see the cute little simble that lets you know what doll you’re going to get your going to get whatever the person your buying it online from is going to give you then you’ll see the simble too late and get a doll you’re not after

So yeah online shopping can be convenient for some things but not great for other things

Also it’s nice to get out of the house check out your fave bookstore/ doll/toy shop then go get a lovely chai latte with maybe a ham & cheese croissant 🥐 toasted for lunch

Also you may find some awesome tiny things on the way

Like here in Sydney I’ve seen some cute butterflies 🦋 fly by on sunny days as well as some cute blue native Australian bees

Heck I herd up in Brisbane part of Australia they have these cute little doors you can find people have made that they call fairy doors

So yeah sometimes it’s nice to go outside a bit for things

[delicatecentipede]

how i thought some of the camp here n there characters would look

rowan: a black-hooded cape. also thought he would be black with dreads

yvone: a scene kid that has black hair with pink and green raccoon tails (either like #1 or #7 in https://pin.it/7lC8C8s ). plus a little necklace with a perler version of the camp logo, along with some kandi almost halfway up to her elbows. also pink zebra print leg warmers, a white shirt with the camp logo on it, thigh high converse, and black shorts thought she would also be black too

soren: thought he would also wear a cape (do you see the trend) and long black hair. also thought he would be tan

the gravedigress: REALLY messy black or brown hair (upper chest length) and also contains some dirt and leaves. also torn up clothes with skull gloves

joshua: ginger hair (basically shoulder length hair with curtain bangs) and a sleeveless shirt with the camp logo on it, and either navy blue or black shorts.

elijah: seriously messy blonde hair, and basically all of the canon stuff he wears

jedidiah: short brown hair (NO IDEA WHAT TEH HAIRCUT IS CALLED) with glasses, and a white short sleeved button-up shirt, with jeans. also kinda tan skin.

sydney: mostly like his canon design, but with more mushrooms and stuff in his hair. also a shirt like i thought jeddie would have but with a lanyard too. prob light skin

will reblog later and add more