#fashion fic rec

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puttin' on the ritz III

The third installment of J.C. Leyendecker inspired art for @moonyinpisces' amazing 1920's fic puttin' on the ritz.

I hope you guys enjoyed my delve into the Roarin' 20's as much as I did!

Here's links to the other two:

Outfit Designs | Opulent Pillar

[shih-coulda-had-it]

fan art for @blackkatmagic's amongst dust breathing souls + me puzzling out a'sharad hett's tattoos

[mahoganyrust]

Jack counterpart

[itsphantasmagoria]

The final art for Follies, the school founders! I loved doing this one, look how cute they all are 😭

(read all of follies here!)

[itssteffnow]

More commissions incoming!

This time it’s Happy Wife, Happy Life by @drinkysketch! Another favourite fic of mine! Kylo is such a mean menace in this 😌 like always, please mind the tags!

[lightasthesun]

Happy Disability Pride fellow spoonies!

As always: mind the tags!!

Push through (until you break) by @guildofscribes

Oneshot | 1,6K | Obi-Wan, Anakin, Cody

Next to Anakin's ease and power within the Force, none of the clones realize just how far General Kenobi is pushing himself to keep up. It's war. And he'll do what he must. Until he can't.

Memories awash with colour by QuickSilverFox3

Chapters: 2 | 4,4K | Cody/Obi-Wan

There is a Spring Festival on Coruscant meant to remember when the city overtook everything and what they had all lost because of it. Obi-Wan and Cody never manage to see it, but they spend the time together regardless.

No words needed by jack_a_rose

Oneshot | 2,8K | Cody/Obi-Wan & the 212th Attack Battalion

“It really doesn’t bother me, my dear,” Obi-Wan lied through his teeth, struggling to sit upright on the bed in the medbay after his most recent injury. His arm was in a sling so he couldn’t sign, and Cody could see the frustration in his eyes with every instinctive move to lift his arm, “I have spent years not hearing, it is as much a part of me as my lightsaber is, it’s part of who I am. Yes, my implant allows me to hear and yes, sometimes I do miss the voices of my loved ones, but I am used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be,” Cody signed as he spoke, letting out a sigh, “you chose to get the implant for a reason, to have the choice to hear. And that choice has been taken from you.” “You do not need to worry about me, dear,” Obi-Wan said, reaching out with his uninjured hand to place it on Cody’s knee.

Cody just shook his head and smiled sadly. “I always worry about you, cyare.”

a quiet tapestry by lux_arcana

Oneshot | 2,9K | Obi-Wan & Quinlan

The war had broken Obi-Wan, but he was alive.

Sometimes that was enough.

(Or: The impact of Obi-Wan's strained relationship with the Force after the end of the Clone Wars)

instead i took care of you by CallToMuster

Oneshot | 2K | Obi-Wan & Service Animal Boga & Ahsoka

When Obi-Wan opened his eyes again, he was on the ground and he couldn’t remember how he got there.

[Or: many decades after the successful ending of the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan is still struggling, in ways both old and new.]

heavy off a golden hue by catboydogma

Series | Cody/Obi-Wan (Rex & Qui-Gon)

“And there are some, like me,” Obi-Wan said, voice softening against his will, “who relapse. And relapse. And… and it never quite leaves. I’m afraid I’m rather susceptible to the kind of emotional distress that the flowers thrive in. There is so much love to be had in the galaxy, and I can’t help but… even when it hurts. Perhaps especially when it hurts. I let it get ahold and it’s chronic at this point. Even if I never loved again, I will always have… this.” He spread a hand over his own chest and already, he could feel the stuttering slip of petals and leaves threatening. He kept his breathing slow and shallow, and the threat passed—for now.

Heliotropism by wobblycompetencies

Oneshot | 15K | Poe/Luke (Rey & Wedge Antilles & Mace)

“Really,” he said, to underline the point, because Poe was looking a little doubtful. “I’m in no rush here. Whatever you want to do, or not do, is fine. I’m just...enjoying spending time with you.”

"I’m not in a rush, exactly, I just want – " Poe normally was able to state his mind with little angst or uncertainty; now, he looked faintly exasperated with himself. "I do want to find out what I still can do. Not all at once, though. And I don't know what it’ll look like, or – or how long it's gonna take for me to get there."

Luke reached for Poe's hand where it was drumming restlessly on the tabletop, and squeezed it reassuringly. "Find out together?"

Ni haa'taylir ner'st o'r gar (I see myself in you) by foreverchangingfandoms

Oneshot | 11K | Obi-Wan & Tholme (Qui-Gon, Quinlan, Bant, Vokara)

On a mission, Obi-Wan is seriously injured in a way that could change his life forever. Whilst healing, he finds help from his friend's Master and the one Jedi who understands how he feels.

look after you by piqu3d

Oneshot | 2.2K | Obi-Wan/Cody & Luke & Leia

He’s sitting in his chair, legs turned irreparably inwards leading to knobby knees covered by a loose blanket. The cannula in his nostrils is slightly crooked on its way to the tank attached to his chair. There are pale purple circles under his eyes, and wrinkles wear at his skin around his eyes and his nose. His hair, stringy with sweat, drapes against his pale forehead. His lopsided smile rests on chapped lips, and his hands are lightly trembling where they hover over his lap.

He’s the most beautiful person Cody’s ever seen.

if it's quite alright by piqu3d

Oneshot | 2.2K | Obi-Wan & Leia (minor codywan)

“Obi-Wan,” Cody’s voice filters from the cracks between Leia’s fingers, and Obi-Wan wants to sob. His heart keens at the phantom touches on his shoulders and around his waist as he listens to Cody’s steady, low voice. “Obi-Wan, it’s alright.”

A forced chuckle rips its way from behind his teeth. “Alright, is it?”

Cody’s response is a buzz over the wireless connection: “It’s going to be. You have Leia. Fulcrum and her charge are alive. Just breathe, Kenobi.”

Not Her by dieFabuliererin

Chapters: 23 | 76k | Ahsoka-centric | Padmé/Anakin (Obi-Wan & Ahsoka & Anakin & Cast)

A white-hot warning flashes through the Force, and Ahsoka jumps to the rooftop without hesitating. Whatever Obi-Wan's reason for not defending himself, she can't allow the sniper to kill him. She wouldn't be able to live with herself.

Incapacitation by whitchry9

Oneshot | 3K | Obi-Wan & Stim (medic oc) & Cody

Neuromuscular incapacitation: the disruption of nerve and muscle function by a targeted electrical stimulus.

Or, Obi Wan gets shocked repeatedly, and the aftereffects are... many.

Speak No Word (Hear No Sound) by TemporaryUniverse

Oneshot | 6K | Obi-Wan & Ahsoka and Anakin and Boga

Ahsoka wasn't sure what she was getting into when she was assigned to Master Kenobi and sent to the front lines. She didn't even know he was deaf.

Being captured together gives them the chance to get to know each other a little more. For better or worse.

dancer in the dark by catboydogma

Chapters: 3 | 10K | Cody/Obi-Wan & Dooku & Anakin

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said. “Anakin, what’s Bly’s last name?” Anakin blue-screened for a moment. “Uh…”

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said again, sliding ungracefully off the boards with a thump and putting his back to the door. “Is that—tell me that’s not Bly’s father, Anakin.” Good God, he’d never live this down.

“No,” Anakin said after a moment squinting first at the door, then Obi-Wan. A tangled mess of sound was echoing through the room as the newcomers greeted Bly and vice versa, all deep voices with light accenting—Māori, Obi-Wan remembered, slightly giddy. It was a Māori accent, because—“That’s his brother,” Anakin told Obi-Wan. “Cody—”

“Cody Fett,” Obi-Wan said, clutching his cup a little tighter and steadfastly refusing to look over his shoulder. “He’s brothers with Cody Fett, former Olympic gold medalist and—oh, God.“

[bellaed1t]

DOES ANYONE HAVE RAFE CAMERON FICS BUT SERIES????

[definitelynotshouting]

“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

[charterandbarter]

a (spoiler-free!) summary of one reader's journey through The Ending of Han Sooyoung, by yellow_caballero (@yellowocaballero)

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes // Quotes: Homestuck, TV Tropes // Andrew Hussie, Homestuck, Act 5 Act 1 // unknown (original webweave linked) // Philippe Besson, Lie With Me // Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out // Catherynne M. Valente, What the Dragon Said: a Love Story // Anis Mojgani, For Those Who Can Still Ride In An Airplane For The First Time (aka Quentin) // singNsong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 377, Ep. 72 // Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping // singNsong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 94, Ep. 19 all other quotes were taken from various chapters of The Ending of Han Sooyoung

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puttin‘ on the ritz

From the fic puttin‘ on the ritz by @moonyinpisces. Seriously its a crime I didn‘t make art for it sooner give I’ve loved it forever. (Or maybe not because now my art skills are better :P)

Done during the real, real love discord paint‘n‘sip event where all artists drew the same reference.

[hotgirlsonly777]

a love letter for all the girls who love cold weather and warm drinks

if you have looked at my past posts, you know i love pink. i am also a lover of beauty that i find in any pictures no matter the color. anyway, i saw one picture that is on the board and suddenly went down the rabbit hole on pinterest and made this board. i honestly really like this and if i was rich i would definitely find a way to make this board a reality. also i don't know if i sound crazy but does anyone else use vision boards or pinterest to daydream? i literally look at these before i sleep so i can use them as points of inspiration for my dreams. hopefully im not the only one who does this. also the way i get thousands of ideas about literal books and fics based on these boards. the ideas would eat too if i was talented enough to write but i'm not so i'll just leave this post at that.

ps. none of these pics are mine, they are all from pinterest. the vision was mine though!

[rapha-reads]

Another Merthur Fic Rec list I should make one of these days is a list of fics where Arthur and Merlin leave Camelot behind to become farmers. Unsurprisingly, there are quite a few of this type of stories, and so far, every one I've read is amazing, because they all share that slow aching tenderness feeling. The one that cuts straight to your soul, you know? Because when these boys allow themselves to shrug off the weight of their destiny, it's like they rediscover themselves and each other, and with the connection with nature that comes from working the land and depending on the land to live, there's suddenly room for true growth, companionship and love.

Might have to write my own version of Farmers Merthur one day, too...

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Okay so I have a new Winterhawk lesbians fic for y'all and I am SO EXCITED. Posted with @winterhawkbigbang Here goes nothin:

Jamie can’t face reinvention. She is who she has always been; she is the same clueless girl stepping foot in a clandestine speakeasy, being approached by a butch for the first time in her life; she is the girl grinning and filling her dance card one slot at a time; she is the girl hanging off Captain America’s arm for his stage tour; she is the weary woman on Therapist Donna’s couch grieving a lifetime come to pass without Jamie herself being awake for any of it.

This is her freedom, until she meets Cat Barton. Then, staring down the first woman to awaken the same feeling of that smoky speakeasy since the Winter Soldier, Jamie is still that girl who lives by Old Fashioned, Old School rules: the butch makes the first move. For the first time, her redemption becomes a prison of her own design, because unfortunately, Cat Barton is the same person she has always been: the woman who ran away from everything that scared her; the girl who was abandoned by her brother; the girl who spent her childhood being stepped on by women who dressed just like Jamie.

Jamie can’t face reinvention. But she can’t face loneliness, either.

[sapphirehearteyes]

All the various things I imagine Aemond’s betrothed of House Martell to be wearing in @lauraneedstochill incredible fic: Confess the Longing You Are Dreaming Of

If you haven’t read it omfg what are you even doing, GO READ IT!!!!

[vinnymauro]

'cos you live in my daydreams; a jargyle fic

trigger warnings: recreational drug use (weed), mild sort of anxiety attack. 420 prompt request from @rejectofsociety

It felt like they were driving into the sun, bright and insufferably hot. That’s how it felt in California. Sure, there were less than sunny days, there were days filled with clouds and rain, but they were far and few between the sunshine. He always felt like he was constantly getting sunburned and there was something in his skin that kept him from tanning. Always red, always flushed, always uncomfortable. Jonathan Byers wasn’t really a fan of the move to California.

part one of two

[khruschevshoe]

Frenchie

We can do the tango, just for two

I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings

Be your Valentino, just for you

Come on and sit on my hot seat of love

And tell me how do you feel, right after all

I'd like for you and I to go romancing

Say the word, your wish is my command

-Queen, Good Ol' Fashioned Lover Boy

Then Frenchie begins to sing, and Zheng's jaw drops, because that's not a Caribbean melody. That's not a French love song or an English ballad or a Spanish drinking tune.

It’s very clear that Frenchie doesn’t fluently speak Mandarin. His accent is atrocious and his grasp of where to put the emphasis on some syllables is far from correct. But somehow, he found a way to track down and memorize a love song in Zheng’s home language for her.

Zheng Yi Sao is the Pirate Queen of the Caribbean and the Huāng-di of all of China. She isn’t meant to be soft. She isn’t meant to cry. She is meant to be respected, revered, made divine by those that cannot dream of reaching her throne.

But her eyes are glimmering anyway.

As the song ends, Zheng pulls Frenchie down into a kiss, and for the first time in her life she's smiling too wide for it to properly connect.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, my two legs are broken, but look at me dance (where I am going is right where I am)

Ah, Frenchie. Boy, do I adore him and his music and his friendships with everyone and his scheming. I was so happy to see him be able to get up to some scheming in this series, find a love interest who respects and appreciates him, and develop some really strong bonds with Izzy, Wee John, and others. He's a complete delight, just like in canon, and I'm so proud of him for finally being recognized for his true worth by not just Zheng, but also his Captain Oluwande.

I'd like to thank @polikate for the song suggestion! I couldn't think of a better song for Frenchie in this 'verse!

@possumsmushroom @angxlwiings @bricksbloggyplace