#feather wings shawl wip

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Row 123 of 285 for panel 1 of 3. Because I love a challenge, apparently.

[lacreni]

💕 WIP Romance Week, prompt 2: A classic example of their love 💕

Kai and Liana

“Can you help me with this? I can’t get it to latch.”

Kaios turned, shifting Nirra up from his hip towards his neck, “Grab on, baby.”

Nirra’s pudgy arms wrapped securely around his neck and her wings followed, her claws digging into his shoulder. He let go of her and eased down, one knee on the bench behind Liana, to quickly smooth out the straps before securing the fussy little gold latch. She leaned back a little, burying Nirra’s head in her loose curls to shoot him a wry smile.

“You can put her down, you know. I’m surprised you can even still lift her with how big she’s getting.”

“Light as a feather!” He protested, “You want the gold shawl?”

“Mmhm.”

“Are you even sure you’re up for this?” He asked, shifting Nirra back to his hip and handing her the lacy golden fabric, “You’ve been tossing and turning all week. You must be exhausted.”

Liana’s nose wrinkled a little as she painted a dark line across the top of her lashes, “Mother is expecting me.”

Kaios eyed her critically as he came back over. She was struggling to lean forwards enough with her pregnant belly in the way, and despite the best efforts of her face powders he could see the bags under her eyes. He set Nirra’s little feet down on the edge of the bench and she turned in his hands, proudly offering her mother the garment.

Liana spared her daughter a soft smile as she accepted it, “Do you want to try a little eye paint? A princess should always look her very best.”

Nirra did not have her mother’s regal bearing or ability to control her expression. Her entire face squinched up with disgust and she turned away to throw her arms around Kaios’s bare neck again, “No! Daddy! No!”

“I could always set something important on fire.” He offered, hauling the girl into his arms again, “She can’t hold court if her throne room is going up in flames.”

Liana tried to give him a severe look through the mirror, but there was a slight upturn at the corners of her lips that betrayed her, “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I’d do it.”

“Mother would kill you. Literally kill you.”

“Only if she catches me.”

Kai and Bree

Bree turned around slowly at the sound of the long, low whistle, a smirk already spreading across her face before she put her eyes on him, “Pipes!”

He almost grimaced when her attention came paired with another. He hadn’t been looking at much else besides her rear after he’d recognized the unique pairing of long ginger hair and curling ivory horns from half a block back. He had entirely missed the young man whose elbow she was holding.

“Uh, hi Red.” He said, trying to think of a way to gracefully backpedal his way out of the conversation so he didn’t cause her any problems.

“I didn’t know you were back in town!” She replied brightly, bending down and using a knuckle to raise his chin so she could plant a deep, full-mouthed kiss on him. The man with her took half a step back in surprise.

“I just got in. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your date.”

Bree, still leaning over with her face besides Kaios’s, shot a smile up at the john, “You don’t mind me saying a little hello to the Voice of Jenu, do you, babe?”

 The man’s gaze was immediately captured by the gaping front of her shirt, but he managed to tear his gaze away long enough to make a quick salute to the divine, “Um. No! Of course not! Um, an honor to meet you, your holiness?”

Kaios covered a smirk with his hand while Bree threw back her head into a wicked laugh, “He’s a musician, silly, not a priest!” she pressed herself up against her client’s chest, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “You wanted to party, right?”

The man nodded silently, captivated by the press of her breasts against him.

“You should invite him to come! No one parties like Jenu’s chosen!”

“Uh.”

Kaios gave the young man his most kindly, paternal smile, cackling internally about all the free drinks that he and Bree were about to wring out the star-eyed little fop, “Oh, no. No. I couldn’t possibly intrude.”

Kai and Camrys

The sound of the door slamming shut jolted his heart back into beating, and suddenly the air was full of paper as Kaios vaulted over the desk, knocking over half a dozen of the neat stacks of folders with his wings.

Camrys let out a muted yelp as he fell backwards, but Kaios cut it off with his lips. The taste of coffee and honeycakes was quickly washed away when Camrys grabbed Kaios’s face with both hands and ground their mouths together so hard that Kaios felt his lip split against Cam’s fangs. The sound of a wheel spinning wildly in the air dragged Kaios out of his trance enough to use his wings to push himself up off the other man, though his skin was pulsing and fire-hot in every place Cam’s body was touching his.

“Shit! I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

His fingers searched for tender spots on the back of Cam’s skull where it might have bounced off the floor, but Cam’s fingers tangled in his and brought them to his lips, “I’m fine.”

Kaios melted back down onto his lover, tugging their fingers out of the way to kiss him softly, achingly, re-exploring once-familiar territory. So much had changed since they’d last kissed but so much was the same, like the chipped tip of Cam’s left fang or the way his fingertips always found and caressed the deepest pits of the crescent-shaped scars on the side of Kaio’s neck, as if to reassure himself that they were still closed and this wasn’t the kiss they’d thought would be their last, Kaios’s ripped arteries diligently pumping away his life while Cam desperately tried to clamp them shut with slippery hands.

“I need to- I need to talk to you.” Cam said, his voice dizzy when Kaios finally pulled back again, “Now we’re alone.”

“Okay.” Kaios was too busy failing to unbutton Cam’s vest to really listen to the words, already half-drunk on the low husk of Cam’s voice.

“It’s a matter of divine importance.”

Kaios gave up and ripped the vest and shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, “The gods can fucking wait!”

[eeldritchblast]

Would you consider sharing a tiny bit of some Up Against Your Will WIP? ♥️

Since you asked nicely 😉

The Ravenshades of Baldur’s Gate were a patriar family that accumulated their great wealth through the trading of luxuries like precious gems and dyes. As such, Cassius’s fear that he would stand out too much in the outfit Astarion put together for him was misplaced. It seemed everyone had the same idea to wear extravagant clothes and decorate themselves with jewels, in an attempt to win favour of the hosts. As Cassius walked through the main hall’s entryway holding onto Astarion’s arm, he was stunned by the rainbow of colours among the sea of people. They passed a woman with a bright blue and teal dress that fanned out like a mushroom top, a man wearing a corset beaded with tiny rubies, another woman with feathers woven into her thin braids to match the long feathered shawl draped over her shoulders like wings… But Cassius couldn’t help but feel like Astarion still outshined them all. [Insert cool outfit description here that doesn’t sound like Santa Claus] “Everything alright, darling?” Astarion asked, picking up on Cassius having trouble figuring out where to look. Seeing so much after spending ten years in a confined, unchanging room was overwhelming. “It’s just a lot,” Cassius admitted quietly. “I’ve never been to anything like this before.” “I’ll admit, it brings me joy to know that no one before myself has carried you on their arm to such an event. And no one else ever will,” Astarion added. “You look absolutely stunning.” “As do you,” Cassius dipped his head slightly. Then he internally cursed himself for momentarily forgetting what was to come tonight. What did it matter how dashing Astarion looked? He was still going to die.

(*My original outfit description for Astarion was red and white until I realized that made him sound like he was cosplaying Santa aslkdfjsf I haven't decided on a new look for him yet...)

[theprojectpile]

Wip update!!!

Feather wing shawl - FINISHED

It's soooo heavy and I have literally no idea how to wear it but it looks so pretty!

Beekeepers quilt - wip

Counting 50 puffs!

[aurathian]

WIP Wednesday

Going outside of my comfort zone and writing some Zelvali 😳

She watches him whittle away at a bow, the way his eyes narrow in concentration and the way his wings so expertly maneuver around the grey wood. He makes a mistake, carves off the wrong sliver of wood, and spares a glance at her. It’s nervous, cautious, a second of vulnerability lost in the minutes of his stoic cockiness, but it’s there nonetheless. He is still young, she knows, because his cheeks are still rosy red like the children of the village, but he carries himself as though he’s been wisened by years of battle and hardship, forced to grow old too early, pushed to fulfill expectations he could never realistically meet.

She watches him whittle away at a bow and she feels like she’s staring into a mirror.

She shivers. The Flight Range is cold, but she knows that’s where Revali feels most comfortable. He notices and tilts his head, beak opening to make a remark before snapping shut. He unwraps his Champion’s scarf from around his neck and holds it out to her.

“Here,” he says. “You Hylians are not one for the cold, I suppose.”

“Thank you.”

She pulls it tight around her shoulders like a shawl, wishing for a moment that it were his feathers instead.

[brykyo]

WIP

When Oswald closed his eyes and thought to his mother, his mind would immediately go to the way she would stroke his head. Her touch was always feather soft but warm and never failed to make him feel safe. As her fingers would comb through his hair, she would sing old songs in her native tongue. Songs of freedom and a never-ending sky. Songs of lost love and broken cities. Her voice never failed to bring tears to his eyes, especially now when he knew he would never again feel that gentle touch or hear her voice. But Oswald could remember.         His oldest memory of his mother stretched far back when he was just a small child. He used to stand by the doorway - just watching his mother stare out the window and enjoy the cool breeze. If she was lucky, fate would smile kindly on her and send a fresh wind down her way, but usually the air was heavy with the scent of the city. He remembered that she would always get excited at the smell of a storm on the air, because that meant the world would be cleansed around them. 'The rain will wash the city new, Oswald.' she would tell him, her voice filled with so much excitement that he himself couldn't help but mirror those emotions.         Gertrude used to wear this white shawl, Oswald was certain he could find it if he looked, but he knew the fabric would have long since yellowed with age. No longer would it flutter behind her, giving her the illusion of having wings as she walked through the park where they used to have picnics. No longer would she stand by the edge of the pond, tossing bread to the swans that inhabited that park, her expression so soft and mournful you would think she was looking at lost family members. Of course, Oswald hadn't known back then how true that statement had really been. If he had, he would have held his mother's hand tighter. He would have done all he could to console her, but as an ignorant child, all he did was pull away to run through the open park, happy to be free of their tiny apartment.         When Oswald's fangs first came in, he had been so happy he could've fainted on the spot. Their arrival was just proof he was as special as Mother told him, he wasn't just some boring human like all the rest, no, no, no he was something else, something grand! His mother, on the other hand, reacted very differently. He could still see her horrified expression as he happily showed them off. He could still feel her fingers digging into his flesh as she filed down those sensitive fangs desperately. He could still hear her ragged sobs as she apologized over and over until her voice was completely gone. It didn't take long for Oswald to resent his own blood, to hate his flesh for causing his mother so much pain. To spare her this pain, he had taken to filing down his fangs all by himself, not that it did much use.  The other children just seemed to know something was different about him from the moment he walked into the room.         School had been lonely for young Oswald, who would spend his days dodging bullies and just waiting for the bell to ring so he could rush back home to his mother. That small apartment was his only sanctuary, the only place where he could be at peace. Often times he would come home with tears in his eyes and torn clothing - the victim of yet another foul prank. Other days he would just silently trudge on into his mother's bed and cry into her arms, asking her why no one else liked him. What was so wrong with him? His mother would always assure him that it was nothing. That the bullies were being cruel because they were jealous and sometimes that would make him feel better - other times it just made the the loneliness worse.         Oswald would soon give up the hope of friends and devote himself to becoming stronger and that meant discovering what he was. He would spend hours pouring over book after book in the library, desperate for anything that could give him an inkling as to what he really was. The answer, interestingly enough, came by accident as he was walking home from another fruitless search. The thug that had sprung out of the shadows had no clue what he was dealing with, and frankly neither did Oswald. How could he have ever guessed that to unlock his true potential, he needed something so specific?  He could still remember being pinned to the wall. The way the bricks dug into his back and the way the mugger's face twisted with greed as he threatened him with a knife. How Oswald ended up with that knife, he still wondered, but somehow he had managed to not only grab hold, but turn it against his attacker. Not that he needed it, no, with just the smallest cut, the smell of blood filled the air and something in Oswald snapped awake.         Oswald would later stagger on home, his eyes wide with wonder and his clothing soaked in blood as a strange warmth filled his veins. He knew what he was. But he still couldn't believe it. A vampire itself was not the rarest thing, but a Traditional? Now that was something different. A Traditional​ was like royalty, a breed that was smarter, faster, stronger, and well, better than any made vampire could ever hope to be. While made vampire's could turn humans, it was the Traditional that was the true sire to any newcomer in the bloodline, no matter how far down the list went. But a Traditional could do something special. A Traditional could have offspring and that was obviously where he came from.         From his first taste of blood, Oswald had felt a change. Smells were stronger, his eyes were sharper, the world itself was so much clearer than it had been just the day before. He felt like he could do, well, anything! That was until he realized the downside to his metamorphosis - his newfound aversion to sunlight. He should have expected it, he supposed, he knew made vampires had difficulty going out during the day and would either depend on halflings or would cling to the shadows, but it wasn't as if the sun burned him. No, it was more like an uncomfortable tingling feeling, like when your foot fell asleep and you tried to stand on it. He could stand it, but it was irritating, to be sure, which was why he took to carrying an umbrella everywhere he went.         The good thing about Gotham was that the average day was cloudy at best, at least until summer came scorching its way through the streets. Not that it mattered, no Oswald found himself spending his nights searching for more and more blood. He found he could be satisfied with animal's blood, but that was like eating a snack when you were starving. It kept him alive, but he yearned for more. He had to learn how to properly hunt and he had to do so by himself. If his mother noticed the change in him, she didn't say a word about it. 

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Klance Fic Recs- AU Settings Pt II

FANTASY

Mermaids/Sirens Watercast (WIP) by fishwrites Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

(AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family.)

Pass Like the Weather by crxzy “What’s it like?” “What’s what like?” “You know, being a mermaid and all.” “It’s very wet.”

AKA- that vaguely sad, slightly angsty, mainly just cute and kinda strange mermaid AU that nobody asked for but me.

Moonset Deep (WIP) by MilkTeaMiku All his life he’d been told to make sure he was never seen – it was what all the children were taught from the moment they were born. Never let a human see you, never fall in love with a human, and most importantly, never kiss one.

For Lance, humans were a mystery. He'd lived beneath the surface of the ocean with his shoal his entire life, and had intended to remain there. He knew the danger humans posed to his kind, and what would happen if he came close to one. That's why, when he found one drowning, his first instinct was to save him.

He'd never been good at following the rules anyway.

To Resist the Siren’s Call (WIP) by leolovesnico Ever since the death of his mother, Lance McClain can't bring himself to love the sea as his father does- who knows what could lurk beneath the surface? With the threat of a war looming over his head, Lance needs to face his face in order to save their country from the Galra. (Fantasy au, mermaid au, voltron secret santa gift 2016)

the sea pronounces something by legendarydesvender “You’re the best we have.”

“Shiro was the best and we all know what happened to him.”

“That’s the thing, Kogane — we don’t know what happened to him, or the Holts, or anyone else who went in there and never returned. There is a good chance you won’t make it back either. But if you don’t give a damn about that, the mission details are in here.”

Keith shrugs. “Well, I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

***

AU where Keith is a sailor and Lance is the siren trying to drown him.

See You Tomorrow by Craptastic He stands frozen as a creature of magnificent beauty swims up to him with a smirk on his lips. The dwindling sunlight catches the creature's iridescent tail causing the colors to alter between shades of blue and green. The creature is a thing of fairy tales with half a body of a human and the other of a fish. The beauty that lays before him was from fairy tales, nothing in reality could be as beautiful.

It has to be a dream.

breathless by zxrysky "You shouldn't go out to the sea at night," their grandmother says. She's in a rocking chair, old and creaky, her withered body settled with a shawl around her shoulders, wrinkled fingers gripping the edges of the arm rest. "Don't risk it."

"Risk what?" Shiro asks, eyes wide. He's fourteen, just a young boy, on the cusp of maturity, arms wrapped around his younger brother as they sit before their grandmother.

His grandmother pauses for a while. "There is danger in the sea."

Going Under by sun_stricken Lance takes a dangerous spill in the ocean and is saved by none other than a mermaid with weird hair.

Or: a mermaid keith au, with not even gratuitous amounts of surfing sorry my bad

Seafoam Castles (WIP) by milkdromedas Lance has what one may be able to call a near-death, close-encounter experience with a mer...person.

No, really.

Elemental Powers (a la Avatar Last Airbender ish) Foundations by needchocolatenow When Keith met Lance, it was over a briny sea.

Soulmates I Will Follow by jamwrites Keith and Lance are bound by their soulmate tattoos, bound to meet again and again with each new new life. When lives hang in the balance, that bond will be sorely tested.

An explosion of golden pleasure and joy and love for Keith rushed through Lance’s body like a tidal wave, every bit as strong as when the flower had first bloomed. His legs suddenly were gooey; it was everything he could do not to crumple to the floor.

“Okay, okay,” Lance said, panting a little. “Sorry.”

But he was smiling while he said it, because now he wanted nothing more than to be close to Keith, and he could tell Keith wanted the same.

You don’t have to say “I love you”, to say I love you by haarucchii soul mate noun noun: soulmate a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.-In which Lance's soulmate, isn't really his.

A Shove Towards Love by General_Button A simple rescue mission turns into chaos when the species on the planet Novaria take an interest in the lives of two of its paladins.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate. _______

Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Love and Other Questions (WIP) by squirenonny One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark--proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn't have to watch Shiro's scars compounding on his skin--but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn't seen Matt's untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]

daytime star by draconicwyvern Keith's neighbor across the balcony is annoying. And not just annoying — Lance is get-on-your-nerves, make-you-want-to-punch-a-wall annoying. So when Lance announces he's moving to Colorado, Keith finally feels as if the world is back to being just him and the night stars.

But things don't go as planned: the paper airplanes, the scent of coffee at 1:00 a.m., the words inscribed on Keith's neck, and the slow curl of a blue flame echoing in his chest. And maybe, just maybe —

— stars do exist in the day.

in between suns by drowninships Lance thinks he would always remember Keith like this; he would always remember the glow of his eyes, the fall of his hair, and the rhythm of his laugh, the callouses of his hands.

When he sleeps, it's all he sees. In his dreams, he would never forget.It's just that — every time he wakes, he doesn't remember a thing.

--

What do you do when you meet your soulmate in your dreams but can't remember anything when you wake up? What happens when you meet them and suddenly, the dreams stop?

(Soulmate AU!!!!!)

Fragmented by darkgaaraluver In a world of soulmates, Lance drew the short straw. The indelible marks forever marked him inferior to his soulmate, and the people around him, what made it even worse were the first words that pass Keith's lips...

The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Witches Forget Me Not (WIP) by TheHomestuckWhovian There Keith was, surrounded by all his friends, a picture of total contentment. At least, he would be, if something weren't missing.

Keith agrees to test a spell for his brother's best friend and discovers a vaguely familiar boy who no one can remember. What follows is a series of magical shenanigans that will either be tragic or entertaining as hell.

The Quilted Lion (WIP) by geewillikers Keith is stuck in New York City barely making ends meet so he and Pidge can live in a decent part of the city close to her university. They scrape by on the illegal winnings Keith makes in street boxing matches, but his manager, Shiro, decides that it's time Keith gets a side job. He's whisked into The Quilted Lion café owned by the woman Shiro's been fawning over for over a year, only to find that he has more to worry about than his lack of magic and cooking skills-

-There's a waiter at The Quilted Lion who is entirely Keith's cup of tea.

Magic Me Some Love by KaSaPe When Shiro's arm gets cut off while he is trying to protect Keith, Keith doesn't see any way to save his life but to break into the Galra's castle and steal some of their magical medicine. But nothing goes as planned and when he exits the castle empty handed he is cursed to look like a Galra until he accepts his halfbreed status. He is convinced that he has condemned Shiro to death - and then he learns of a magician that might be able to help just in time.

Meanwhile Lance didn't expect a Galra to turn up at his door, demanding him to save his half dead (human?!) friend. And he certainly didn't expect to fall in love with him either.

throw fairy dust at me by zxrysky "Are you going to do the telepathic thing?" Lance asks, standing up and dusting stray hairs off his shirt. "Where you get into my mind which, cough, is my private space?"Blue opens an eye. "Yes."

Okay, Lance isn't going to argue with that. If he were a lazy cat, he'd probably do the same. But for now, he's going to go check out some clubs, make some friends, maybe hang out with some cute girls, and Lance is a Man with A Plan.He's going to enjoy himself.

-=-

Lance is enrolled into Altean Castle. It's filled with magic.

throwing shadows by ilgaksu “Dude,” Lance says, “It’s not my fault he does this!”

“Dude,” Hunk says, and leaves it at that.

What a Cat-Astrophy by annoyedraccoon In an unlucky turn of events, Keith gets cursed and transformed into a cat. To make his life even more miserable, one college kid finds him and decides to adopt him. And worst of all, that kid was Lance.

We’ll Stir the Stars (WIP) by Latios Lance is somewhat of a talent in a family full of sea witches; His usual days consist of practicing his element, flirting with mermaids, and helping his mother brew potions for the local myths around the island. Finding an injured and stubborn dragon named Keith isn't part of that routine, but definitely changes it—and sends him traveling across the sea to recover the dragon's one and only family who was captured by hunters.

Lance only hopes they won't bite each other's heads' off before they even get there.

Dragons He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed...and so are the true monsters.

Incubi Sure sounded good at the time by GemmaRose Keith believes in a lot of things, cryptids and aliens and conspiracy theories among them. What he does not believe in, however, are ghosts and curses and demons. Those are as fake as fairy tales. Except for the part where they're really, really not.

Crossposted from the Voltron kink meme.

Vampires one more off key anthem (let your teeth sink in) by maryams Keith sucks at being a vampire and Lance is going to hell. Nothing strange here.

or, supernatural boyfriends go shopping and are confounded by The Gayness™.

Ghosts The Quiet (WIP) by MilkTeaMiku Does he not realise he's dead?

Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he's sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it's there that he meets a charmingly irritating ghost who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.

your favorite ghosts and planets by xShieru In hindsight, an asthma attack in the middle of the day wasn’t such a terrible way to give up the ghost.

Except this isn't how he imagined afterlife.

An AU about being dead.

[fibrefox-stitchcraft]

Working on a Feather Wings shawl in black so the finished project will look like a Raven's wings in memory of my partner's Mumsy that passed away a year ago.

This item is (being) handmade by Grey Skye from a design and pattern by Megan Lapp, Crafty Intentions™ (paid pattern)

[theprojectpile]

Current WIP

I’m working on the Feather Wings Shawl by Megan Lapp. I’m a little over halfway done with the first panel, and I am just Loving(!) the wing shape. I think it is so cool. It is a very long pattern, so I am currently working on a pillowcase that I am writing a pattern for. 

I already have one in pink/grey/black and one in yellow/white/black, but I’m making one in green/grey/black just to use up some scrap yarn. I’m also looking for pattern testers!

[fibrefox-stitchcraft]

Nearly at row 100!

Working on a Feather Wings shawl in black so the finished project will look like a Raven's wings in memory of my partner's Mumsy that passed away a year ago.

This item is (being) handmade by Grey Skye from a design and pattern by Megan Lapp, Crafty Intentions™ (paid pattern)