#i sent in sticker designs as pins for a start and i sent in the laptop on fire one

[bamsara]

The proof for the pins came in and they look so good and the Pickle Monty one is my favorite and its gonna be expensive for 100 of these bad boys but they look so good and idk if theyre gonna sell or if people want them but arauruharaurhauhruaurhauhrargrrrgrhg

[fairiedance]

I hope you all have found your local protest to join Monday (10/7), we're coming up on a year of active genocide. I'd really like to thank everyone who has helped me support my best friend through this fundraiser. He feels really weird accepting help from anyone but as grad students we get paid like shit so the extra money for his family is extremely useful. I was worried (still am honestly given the escalation recently) that he was going to have to delay his PhD to work more hours to support them (he's had to do so before unfortunately, he's had to overcome so many challenges coming from a family of refugees). The kindness shown by complete strangers has been heartwarming. Things are looking very bleak right now but it is some comfort to know how many people out there are fighting for this cause alongside him. When things started up a year ago he felt so alone, the shift in public sentiment has been great to see.

These are some of the best selling designs from the fundraiser so far:

Here are a few sample products with these designs:

Stickers are generally the most popular products. Shirts and pins also make a lot of sales, but there are a ton of other options in the shop: notebooks, puzzles, magnets, mugs, bags, posters and plenty more. EVERYTHING I RAISE is for my best friend. The money is sent home to support his friends and family in Palestine and around the rest of the Levant who are being hurt directly and/or financially by the attacks on Gaza, the raids and economic devastation in the West Bank and the collateral damage in surrounding countries.

You can find all my art in my shop HERE. To see a design on different products click on the display product and scroll down or go here to browse by design.

Thank you again for all the support!

[artofalassa]

About the radio silence - Animefest, Brno

Hi, friends!

Just wanted to let you know that I've been and will be sort of quiet for a moment still. All the storyboarding jobs and cms aside, I've been preparing for my most important convention of the year.

Animefest in Brno!

Doing all sorts of merch - pins, totes, wooden charms, some stickers and such. Which consumes tons of time, because beside the designing, it also means I have to attach the colourful strings to the charms, design the backing cards for pins and pack the pins when they arrive and all this fun.

We also did some minor updates to our table, new banner, new displays...

And I was also doing some minor updates to my costumes. Cloud especially. Making a whole new wig for him. OOF. Half way through now I suppose. I'll see if I have any spare time and energy to update some stuff on Vash too. We'll see. <3

By the way...

THE VASHWOOD PINS

I've sent out all of the preordered pins and they're slowly starting to arrive to their homes! I'm delighted!

After Animefest, I should be able to continue drawing WWL/TDDU again.

Thank you for your patience! <3

[someone-always-cares]

Progress update

Edit: laptop broke (hard drive issue), so thing will either be delayed a week or A Lot depending if my shit is recoverable. Back up your files regularly yall

Realised I should probably update yall on how things are going! Things are almost ready, just need to stich the book together together and finish a couple things, then I can order a sample of the book. I don't want to start the kickstarter until I have a book sample in hand that I'm happy with.

Admittedly looking like my original timeline isn't quite going to fit but such is life. its a close enough timeline so im not too annoyed just not in time to advertise it this weekend

to thank yall for your patience with this, here a sneak peek of the stickersheets made because I'm very happy with them and also because I just approved the proofs the manu sent me for those samples:

disclaimer: colours may vary depending on how the samples turn out (converting rgb to cmyk, my beloathed).

[id: two stickersheets, one of characters from chapter 1, and the other chapter two: chapter 1 sheets has: rami (civilian clothes), his whole team, tsunami, inkmaster, swarm, sound flood, and mori. as well as some smaller stickers: a sparkling wave, rami's logo, two diamond shaped sparkles, a small fireball, swarm's butterly, and three hearts with the ace, trans, and rainbow pride flags. chapter 2 sheet has: lewis and sound flood (both in civilian clothes), iris, faete, mindforce, and omen (super costumes). also several smaller stickers: mindforce's eye, a yellow and pink rose, a snowdrop, faete's sword, iris's notebook (with the words "stay safe"), a starry sky with city view, rami's hand holding a rose, and 5 blue pink and white hearts. end id]

also here's the cover (minus the blurb)

[id: image of the cover design, layed flat. aka the front cover is on the right side, back on the left, and the spin inbetween. designed to look like a corkboard with photos pinned to it, and red sring connecting things. on the back there are photos that are from various panels in chapter 1 and 2 (redrawn, specifically faete after transforming, cam readying her forcefield, lewis on the roof, and tsunami riding his wave. the back also contains enamel pins: a trans flag, an ace flag, and mindforce's eye. as well as the corner of a missing persons poster, a business card for "cullen's bowls 'n' bowls", and a blank sheet of notebook paper where the blurb should be. the spine has some starry washi tape with the title written on. the front has a piece of blue paper torn off at the end with the title on it, and stickers of a silver star and rami's logo. below is a large image of rami sitting in the water staring intestly at the viewer, light emerging behind him. around him, hands all strech out towards him, hands belonging to the significant character significant in chapters 1 and 2 of sac. end id]

so specifically what is left (no particular order):

spellchecking

adding page numbers to the bottom

finishing the rest of the not comic pages (aka the thank you note, about the author, deciation and the bit where im going to add names of people who pledged to the kickstarter) 75% done

character bios (admittedly optional i just want to do them)

bonus pages for art and sketches (i have collected all the art and sketches, its just deciding which ones to ue and which ones to save for next time because it makes more sense to put them with the more spoilery chapters 3-5 specific arts)

assembling these and sending a sample off to print

actually starting the kickstarter (once i have decived book sample back and am happy. i am not starting it without knowing 100% that i can fufill it right then and there)

(in the intrest of transperency: while these are all easy and mostly quick (aside from character bios. havent started that one yet), i also have some upcomign events that will have to take priority. that being a convention this weekend, next weekend, and my sisters wedding the weekend after (and the wedding gift, which is custom artwork of my sister and future brother in law. like a wedding painted but not on the day and also digital. so that will take up a bit of time after [another reason i wanted to get this done before then but ah well])

for real though one day i hope to be able to do art stuff full time because i am. so tired of doing a day job

also also there are versions of lewis and rami stickers in super outfits, they'll be seperate stickers

[id: drawings of lewis and rami, same as the stickers in the sheets, just seperate and in different outfits, the drawings have been placed close together, so it looks like thye're holding hands. end id]

you can make them hold hands :)

[andpierres]

ive been sitting on this one for a WHILE.... this year im starting a monthly pin club with mailed rewards sent to you every three months!! it's $25 a month and includes all the sticker & print club tier rewards as well! the theme for this year's designs is catstronauts 🐈💫

these are limited edition pins that are only printed once, and I'll probably only have a few leftover to purchase at the start of the next year for non-members (at a higher price), so joining the club is the best way to get one AND helps make sure i can afford to produce the pins! 🥺❤️

im really trying to push to do more with my art this year to help support myself while i progress in my tattooing apprenticeship so any and all support means the world to me!!

🔗 in the reblogs for more info!

[fortunesrevolver]

Hello one and all, I have started my very first kickstarter!

Chao Pride Garden Enamel Pins! <-Link to wonder and fun!

I've always wanted to try making enamel pins, and now that I have a series of designs, I've come to the internet in the hopes of making that dream a reality and get people some cute, charming merch.

My initial goal is to make 3 different pins with matching stickers. The stickers will be UV and waterproof so they can be used indoors and outdoors! You can even throw them on water bottles (though I would recommend handwashing if you do.)

These adorable little enamel pins are meant to add a hint of wonderful Pride flair to any bag or outfit, inspired by everyone’s favourite little garden friends from the Sonic the Hedgehog series. Each one carries a different flag, and as stretch goals unlock, more flags will be added to the collection for people to choose from.

This project is made with the idea and promise that no one will be charged unless the project reaches its initial goal. If the campaign does not reach its starting goal of $600, then no one will be charged and the project will be put on hold for another time.

Your pledges can make this idea a reality, and in return, you will be guaranteed the rewards at your pledge level alongside other backers and with the potential for a few freebies alongside your pins depending on how many tiers we reach.

As with all kickstarters, no one will be charged unless the project is fully funded and surveys will be sent out once the project deadline has been completed. I will provide updates throughout the project as I am able (especially when stretch goals are reached) and keep everyone updated as I am able.

Reblogs and other signal boosts are very much appreciated! More information can be found at the kickstarter page linked above.

[theladypossum]

COMMISSION & SHOP INFO

Bc yuh girl is broke and going to college here’s the big pinned post

Prices

How to Request Commision

DM me via instagram @lady_possum1776 Tumblr @theladypossum or my email theladypossum@gmail.com

I’ll send you a Google form to fill out about your Commision: contact info, what/who you want drawn, how you want it drawn (portrait, torso, full body) and how you want it colored (sketch/lineart, flats, full colored), and backgrounds

2. Once you complete the form and I send you the confirmation email, pay me via cashapp my cash app is $theLadyPossum or scan the QR code below

Payment will need to be sent day email confirmation is received. If it is not your commission will be canceled

3. After payment received, I will start initial sketches and will message you about poses, wips,etc keeping you up to date on how long commission will take

You will be informed if commission will take longer or if there is a sudden delay

A commission usually takes 1 week but time varies depending on how many commissions you order, how complicated, and how backed up I am on commissions

4. No refunds after final work is sent to email, however will allow revisions up to that point with a final review before sending it off

SHOP INFO

Got cute lil sticker designs and more on my Redbubble shop with the McCragge Cafe sticker available and more 40k designs coming very soon

Some of the sticker designs available

[safety-pin-punk]

okay if that last ask sent pls ignore it the app crashed </3

sending this off anon for integrity reasons

Hi! we're starting a project over at @thepinbadgeproject encouraging people to design and distribute pins (&stickers & zines) offline and in their communities - it would be great if you could check us out (& boost our pinned of you agree with what we're doing)

also, if you come up with anything we might find useful (How-to on DIY pins or mass producing zines, for example) please send it our way, we're also collecting resources!

thanks!

Oohhhhhhh!!! I saw your pinned post floating around already and its in my queue, but its not set to post for a few days so I’ll share it again!!

I absolutely love the idea behind it and I cant wait to see where it all goes! I dont think I have anything in my masterpost at the moment that would be helpful, but I’ll take a look through it later today to see if I have anything to send

But also! Im currently making my first zine, and after I finish it, I plan on writing my own post about zines too, so I’ll be sure to share it!

[pizzazz-party]

So in case you missed it.

The pins I ordered were supposed to be matte gold, and are instead just shiny gold. I’m going to see if I can get a replacement batch, because matte was specified on the design spec proof they sent back to me before production even started. The production on these pins was pretty fast, so there’s still a decent chance of your pins still getting shipped to you before Christmas.

As for what I’m doing with these guys…

I have no clue.

They’re beautiful, but they’re not what I asked for. And I doubt the manufacturer is going to ask me to ship them all back. I could hang them up on a blanket and call it interior design. I could destroy them and call it modern art. Fuck, I’m attending what equates to an artist’s alley tomorrow, and I could just sell these alongside my mini comics. I could count those sales toward our vinyl sticker goal. I could charge those tourists full price for just the pin, no jewelry bags or special packaging included, so the preorders would still be the better deal. But it still feels wrong to do that, when you—my actual fucking community—are all being asked to wait until December.

I’m just conflicted. I’ll decide in the morning, I guess. I need to give the manufacturer time to respond anyway.

[mintaka14]

For the Lady’s Favour

A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

By Mintaka14

Chapter One

 Alya made soothing noises while Marinette moaned softly.

“It was just a setback,” Alya reassured her.

“It was a disaster was what it was,” Marinette mumbled into her desk, and wrapped her arms over her head. “Why does it always have to be so hard? Maybe the universe just doesn’t want me to be with Adrien.”

“I am not letting the universe dictate to us!” Alya insisted, and anyone watching would have felt for the universe in the face of Alya’s expression. As it was, Marinette didn’t look up.

“I’m just so tired,” Marinette muttered. “I’m tired of trying so hard to just speak to him without turning into a babbling mess. I’m tired of trying to get him to notice me.”

Alya patted her on her back.

“Why can’t someone chase me for a change? Where’s a knight in shining armour when you need one? Every anime heroine has one, why can’t I?”

Alya’s hand slowed. “You might be onto something there,” she said thoughtfully, but Marinette didn’t hear her.

“Someone willing to do brave deeds to win me,” Marinette said wistfully. “Go on quests, and do stuff to prove that I’m more than a good friend.”

Alya was sitting out of her line of sight. It sounded like she was writing something, but when Marinette turned to look Alya waved her away.

“You were saying about brave deeds?”

“I’d settle for a cup of coffee and someone who actually wants to spend time with me.”

“Got it,” Alya said, and Marinette swivelled around at the sound of tearing paper, but Alya had folded whatever it was out of sight. She reached across Marinette and snagged an envelope from the stationery drawer. As an afterthought, Alya snatched up a tiny sticker of a ladybug and added it to the envelope.

“Listen, I’ve got to meet Nino in a minute,” Alya told her a little guiltily. “You gonna be okay? I can come back later…”

Marinette waved her away with one hand. “I’m fine.” She sighed. “It’s not like I’m not used to crushing humiliation.”

She was engulfed in a hug, and then Alya whirled away to the staircase, the envelope in her hand.

“You will be fine,” her friend insisted. “Trust me.”

The door clicked shut, and Marinette frowned.

“Why did that sound so ominous?” she asked the suddenly silent bedroom.

~~~~~

Once the afternoon rush in Café des Fleurs started to settle, Luka paused to flick his blue-dyed hair out of his eyes and glanced around the tables. Everything seemed under control for the moment, no one needing refills, no empty tables that needed to be cleared. Most of the faces that afternoon were new to him, but one of the tables near the counter was occupied by three teenagers laughing over something.

The blond boy looked familiar, and Luka frowned, trying to remember where he knew him from. He wasn’t a regular customer. The kid with the headphones around his neck and the amiable expression was, though, and Luka remembered Nino because he had good taste in music and sometimes stopped to chat whenever the counter wasn’t too busy. Nino’s girlfriend, the sharp-eyed girl with the glasses, was pointing at the noticeboard beside the counter, and Luka turned to look.

The envelope pinned to the board that she was gesturing at hadn’t been there at the start of his shift, he was sure of that. He’d put up a flyer for his band’s gig on Friday, and there definitely hadn’t been an envelope of any sort there then. In fact, he could have sworn it wasn’t there before Nino and his girlfriend arrived in the middle of the afternoon rush.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning on the counter, as the girl unpinned it with overdone surprise and handed it to the blond boy.

“I wonder what this is, Adrien?” she asked disingenuously.

Radiant. Carefree. Dreamy. Adrien the Fragrance.

Luka’s eyebrow rose as he made the connection. Huh. That explained why the blond boy was so familiar. He’d been plastered on every billboard in Paris, and played out on every media site for what felt like months. Pretty enough, Luka supposed, but a little too synthetic for his taste.

“Are you brave enough?” the girl was reading from the envelope. “Well, are you going to open it, Adrien?”

“What if it’s for someone else?” the blond boy responded, turning it in his hands.

“There’s no name on it. Go on, you should open it.”

Egged on by his friends, Adrien opened the envelope, and Luka watched the the boy’s eyes go wide as he read the letter inside. He was looking for all the world as though every Christmas had come at once. And Nino’s girlfriend was trying to suppress a satisfied, and rather smug, smirk.

Luka bit back an amused smile, and turned away to deal with another customer, too busy to pay them any more mind for a while until he looked up from the coffee he was pouring to find the blond boy standing in front of the counter.

Radiant. Carefree… Damn. He was going to have that stuck in his head all day now. Hadn’t his sister said something about going to school with Adrien Agreste, the model?

The boy tapped the envelope on the edge of the counter, and then slid it towards Luka.

“I don’t suppose you saw who left this on the noticeboard, did you?” he asked hopefully. Luka sent a quick glance towards the table where Nino and his girlfriend wer sitting.

Pretty sure that was your friend’s girlfriend. He didn’t voice the thought, and, after all, he didn’t know for sure. Were they playing some kind of prank on the blond model?

“Sorry, mate,” he told Adrien. “But it can’t have been that long ago. It wasn’t there before the rush started.”

Adrien spun around to eye off the busy tables, but there were mostly middle-aged office workers and a couple of families with very young children, and he slumped noticeably.

“She’s not here,” he muttered. He turned back to Luka with a smile that looked a little too practised to be genuine. “Thanks, though.”

The girl leaned in as Adrien slid back into the chair beside her, and she seemed to be insisting on something. In the glimpses he had of the table between customers, Luka could see her talking hard at Adrien while the model scribbled something on a piece of paper in front of him with a look of deep concentration. Nino seemed to be staying out of it.

Luka was sliding a tray of coffee and pain au chocolat across the counter for the waitress to collect when Adrien approached the counter again, looking nervous now.

“Excuse me?”

Luka gave him an easy smile, and a raised eyebrow.

“Can I… put something on the noticeboard?”

“Feel free,” Luka said, and then his attention was claimed by a woman ordering café crème to go. When he finally had a moment to glance up, Adrien seemed to be getting ready leave, and there was a folded piece of paper pinned to the spot where the envelope had been. Luka leaned on the counter, waiting for the next move.

Sure enough, as soon as the model was out the door and into the expensive-looking black car that had pulled up outside the café, Nino’s girlfriend was taking down the note Adrien had left on the board. Nino didn’t look happy about it, Luka noticed.

“Alya,” the boy said, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

She gave him a dismissive wave of her hand. “It’s fine, Nino. It’s genius. You’ll see.”

They gathered their bags and headed for the door, neither of them seeing the sceptical lift of Luka’s eyebrow as he collected up their empty cups and gave the table a wipe. The customers got stranger every day.

~~~~~

Marinette hadn’t been expecting to see Alya again that afternoon, and when her bedroom trapdoor crashed open, the pencil swerved across the design she’d been sketching. Marinette muttered under her breath, and reached for the eraser.

“Tadah!” Alya announced, producing a folded page with a flourish and a smug grin. She held it out to Marinette. “You can thank me later.”

“What?” Marinette turned it in her hands, frowning at the little paw print drawn in one corner. “Alya, what is this?”

“This is your very own secret knight. Go on, read it!”

“Alya, what are you talking about?”

“Remember you were talking about wanting someone to do heroic deeds for you? So you don’t have to trip over yourself trying to get them to notice you?”

“Alya –“

“Just read it!” her friend said impatiently, and Marinette unfolded the page, reading the message inside.

‘My lady, Your bravery in issuing the challenge shall not go unmarked. I would be honoured to try for your favour with heroic deeds …’

“Alya, what the hell is this?!”

Alya’s grin grew wider and sharper. “Remember what you were talking about? Well, I just wrote it down and put it up on the public notice board at that coffee shop near the park. And someone took it!”

“Alya!”

Marinette stared at her friend in growing horror.

“How could you do this?! Someone wants to try for my favour? What kind of weirdo would do that?? What kind of friend would do that? I don’t even know who this is from! What if this is some creepy perv? What if –“

“Mari, calm down,” Alya cut off her rising panic. “Look, you’ve got nothing to lose here. They don’t know who you are, you don’t know who they are, you never have to even talk to them in person if you don’t want – it’s perfect.”

“Who – wha –“

“And of course I’m going to check them out for you, and make sure they’re not some skeev,” Alya added soothingly. She put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders, leaning down to meet her eyes. “I’ve got you covered. And, hey, what if it’s some really cute teenage boy who’ll love you forever? All you have to do is send a note back and get them to do something to show they’re serious.”

Marinette’s head was still spinning. “Like – what?”

Alya shrugged. “Coffee’s always a good start. Coffee’s a good first date, and you can find out a lot about a person by their taste in drinks. Ask them to send a coffee to wherever you want, and I’ll even deliver your request to the noticeboard myself. You don’t have to do a thing except wait for it to turn up. I’ve got you.”

“Coffee?” Marinette found herself repeating stupidly, and Alya gave her a grin.

“Or something like that.”

“I can do coffee. One drink can’t hurt, can it?”

[peachgunn]

Chapter 1

                                                                                          The Encounter   The day started at 6:30 a.m. It was a beautiful, quiet morning, just like any normal day. Sunlight poured through the window and shined on Indigo as he laid in bed. The door suddenly opened with a slight squeak. His cat, Cheeto, jumped on his bed quietly and sat on Indigo's chest. It watched him sleep. Cheeto purred and licked Indigo's nose. He felt a tickling sensation on his nose, causing him to scrunch it and move to his right side. Cheeto sniffed his left ear. It opened its mouth slowly and bit his ear as hard as it could. The bite sent shockwaves through Indigo’s body, he shot out of bed and stood up straight like a soldier. He glared at Cheeto, who rolled around on his bed. Indigo took a deep breath, pursed his lips with a slight furrow between his brows as he stared pointedly at Cheeto, and said, “You’re done... You're done.” He lazily walked out of the bedroom while he itched his head, his eyes half asleep. He walked through a hallway. The floor was made of wood, and pictures were hanging on walls painted white. One of the pictures had a mother and father with their 2 children at the beach. He walked past two doors. One had pink writings and unicorn stickers all over it, alongside a written name: “Katy.” The other door had skulls and scribbles all over it, with a sign that said, “stay out of Dustin’s room." He walked to a bathroom on the left side of the wooden stairs. After entering it, he took notice of himself in the foggy mirror covered in soap residue. He stared at his pale complexion. He rubbed his dark blue eyes while he yawned and touched his messy light brown, wavy hair. Brown freckles were scattered all over his long nose and cheeks. He tried to turn the tap on, discovering that the water had finally run out. He looked around the dusty bathroom full of cobwebs.  a black spider had settled on a web behind the toilet tank. “Good morning, Nelson, how’s the wife?” Indigo greeted it with a smile on his face. He turned around and stared back at his reflection, contemplating to himself, “Oh man, what the hell am I gonna do? Looks like my BO will be my new perfume.” He walked out of the bathroom and headed downstairs to the kitchen, with Cheeto following him down the stairs. He opened the fridge and found half a sausage and some moldy canned beans. His face was full of disappointment. He mumbled to himself “can this day get any worse it's only 7 a.m”. After closing the fridge, he noticed Cheeto sitting on the kitchen counter. The kitchen had a modern design but was full of empty cans of both human and cat food alike. “So,” Indigo said after taking a deep breath, “We have half a sausage and moldy canned beans. If you let me have the sausage, I’ll let you have the bed, and I will sleep in your box.” Cheeto walked over to him and hissed at him. Offended, Indigo replied, “Where do you get the audacity to speak to your father like this? Last time I gave you my salami sandwich, and now you won't even let me have this sausage. This relationship is getting more toxic every day. I do everything while you sit there and speak to me with disrespect. You should be thankful for having a strong, handsome father. Do you know how many cats would die to have me by their side? I would be treated like their Messiah." Cheeto climbed up his shoulder and slapped him with its tail. After 5 minutes of bickering with Cheeto, Indigo gave up and ate the moldy baked beans while Cheeto got the sausage.He walked to the living room. There was a board hanging on the wall, pinned with pieces of ripped newspaper articles and maps of safe locations that he could get supplies from. A picture of North Brother Island was in the middle of the board, with a red circle drawn around it. A map was laid on the coffee table, where he drew another circle on a location he planned to go to.  He turned around to face Cheeto and specified, “So, there’s an abandoned supermarket southwest of here, but it will take us a couple of hours to get there. If we go now, we will make it before sundown. So, let’s get ready.” He made his way to a basement located under the stairs. It had a lot of tools and weapons that he could use, although were kept as a Plan B. There were a couple of dead zombies on the left side of the basement—he had buckets full of zombie’s guts and dirty blood. He took his green parka jacket and his cloak from the hangar. Indigo dipped his cloak into one of the buckets, and pulled it out. His nose wrinkled in disgust. He contemplated finding another method to stop zombies from smelling his scent. He took out a little cloak and gave it the same treatment, putting it on Cheeto, it sniffed the foul odor coming from its cloak. cheeto’s eyes squinted, its mouth slightly opened. “Aww, you look so cute,” he said with a baby voice, and changed his voice to a thicker tone, “if only you weren’t a heartless child.” They went out from the basement door that led them outside. The sun shined brightly, and everything was quiet. Zombies roamed around the neighborhood. One zombie passed by them, which looked like it was a mailman back in the day. He walked with slow movements, his eyeballs were gone and all you could see were his dark eye sockets. Half of his jaw and head were missing, black discharge leaked out from his brain. He was wearing his uniform, but it was dirty and had black goo all over it. One leg walked while the other was sliding, with his bag tied around it. The zombie didn’t detect the smell of human flesh and left. Indigo whispered to himself, “I don’t think Bobby is doing his job right. When was the last time we got mail?” He sneaked through the neighborhood, and caught sight of two zombies to his left, a woman and a man. The woman was crawling with no legs, wearing a pink floral dress with holes on it. Her eyes were clouded, teeth snapped while her head moved left and right, her hair was half gone, and she had spikes coming out of her back. The other zombie walked in circles. His ears were like bat ears, and he had horse legs. He had no clothes on and a huge hole was in his abdomen. Those zombies were not like any other zombies. They were mutated zombies, meaning they were most likely created in a lab. After two hours of walking, Indigo finally got to his destination. The street was full of debris. Cars turned over, stop signs impaled through walls. Everything was a mess. Indigo hid in the corner of a building and squatted down to check for any danger. All he could see were a couple of zombies. Everything was silent, with only the wind moving. Indigo took out his machete with a worried look. He patted Cheeto’s head, who sat on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and sprinted towards the broken down supermarket, trying to not step on any broken glass. He managed to make it inside without making any noise. Inside what once was a supermarket, the shelves were all on the floor with barely any food or supplies. He picked up each can, but they were all empty. He tsked and whispered, “They already beat us to it." He kept searching for scraps when he noticed a door under all the rubble and broken shelves. He slowly pushed away all the rubble and broken shelves to find a steel door. It was locked, so Indigo bent down and examined the lock. He grinned and glanced at Cheeto on his shoulder. “You know I used to be a locksmith back in the days, so this is gonna be a piece of cake,” he said proudly. After some time had passed, he eventually unlocked the door, but couldn't open it all the way. Indigo had to slide through a tight gap. He shined his flashlight in the darkness to find out that he had found a goldmine, packed with food and water. His face was full of excitement. “This day has officially gotten better," he rejoicefully said. “Cheeto, tonight we’re going to dine like royalty.” He glimpsed over his shoulder expecting to find Cheeto, but to his surprise, Cheeto was nowhere to be found. Before he could even speak, he heard a loud screech outside. The screech was so intense his ears were ringing, he held his hands over them to block the noise. After the screeching stopped, he peeked out the door and saw a huge creature with wings. It had white fur, a big and wide mouth, it had sharp long teeth that could break steel, no eyes, long black claws, and a venomous scorpion tail. This was another mutated zombie. It couldn’t see, but it could hear and smell the scent of blood from miles away. Indigo pondered to himself, “Why is there a chicken zombie here at this time? Shouldn’t it be sleeping... Could it be…”  Indigo hid behind the door, checking his body for any wounds. After finding none, he let out a breath of relief and whispered to himself, “It’s not coming from me, then what could it be?” his face changed from calm to panic. He grabbed what he could take and got out of the storage room, closing the door after him, and hid it under the broken shelves so he could come back later. Indigo ran quietly to the glass door, whispering, “No no no no no no.” Hiding in a corner near the window to his right, he took notice of a huge herd coming his way with three more winged creatures. The winged creatures only come out in the daytime when there’s a herd. They only hunt at night. He caught a glimpse of Cheeto under a dumpster in an alley, next to an unconscious person. Indigo started signalling Cheeto. “Get your ass here now.” Cheeto wouldn’t come. “Ah fuck,” he mumbled and sprinted to the dumpster in the alley. He squatted down and saw Cheeto licking the stranger’s face. “What the hell is wrong with you? Were you that hungry that you resorted to cannibalism?” He’s dead, let's go.” Cheeto wouldn’t move, it gave indigo a worried look. Indigo checked the guy’s pulse. “He’s alive, but he’s bleeding. That was what the zombie chicken was smelling. We can’t take him with us, it’s too risky. We need to go now!” He tried to pick up Cheeto, but it dodged and hissed at him. “Ah, fine, I'll help your new boyfriend.” Indigo pulled out the unconscious guy from under the dumpster, picked him up with one arm under his legs and the other supporting his back. “Dang, he’s light as a feather,” he said jokingly. He scanned around the alley, all he could see were dumpsters and trash. In front of him, there was a wall. “Shit, we need to climb that wall.” He realized he can’t carry him like this while climbing. Indigo put the guy down and opened his bag. Grabbing some rope, he tied the guy’s hands and put him on his back. Cheeto climbed on indigo’s shoulder. He got up on the dumpster and reached over the side of the wall to climb it. After he successfully reached the other side, The winged creature released another loud screech. Indigo looked up, his eyes widened and eyebrows pulled up, mouth wide open. The winged creature was flying above him like an eagle that found its prey. "Oh, fuck me," he nervously thought to himself. He scuttled towards the forest ahead as fast as he could. Trees and bushes were everywhere. The beast caught up to him and was about to charge towards him with its stinger, but Indigo dodged it by jumping to the left side. He fell from the path and rolled down a hill. He hit his back on a tree trunk, and the other guy landed a short distance away. Cheeto licked Indigo’s face while he was on the ground. He felt light-headed, he couldn’t stand on his own two feet. Indigo was worn out, he struggled to his feet using the tree as support, his vision blurred. Indigo realized that he and the unconscious guy were separated during the fall. He noticed the beast was heading towards the insensible guy. fear paralyzed Indigo, his heart leaped into his throat, eyes wide open he couldn't even blink. “ Run, leave him and run. now is your chance.” he ruminated. his hand unknowingly went for his machete, without taking his eyes off of the creature. without thinking he sprinted towards the beast and sliced its stinger before it could attack the guy. it let out a huge screech of pain, black goo gushed out of its tail. Indigo dropped his weapon and fell backward, he was icy with panic. It flew up in fear. Indigo snapped out of it and crawled towards the guy, and put him on his shoulder, and ran. He reached a cliff, there was a river at the bottom, he stopped to take a breath and saw the beast was still behind them. “Hang on tight," he said breathlessly. Cheeto dug its claws into indigo’s clothes. Indigo jumped before the creature could catch him. It hesitated as it watched them floating in the water, before flying away. Indigo swam towards the shore and sat down. He tried to catch his breath. “Is everyone okay?” he asked. He focused on Cheeto as it shook itself to get dry and licked its paw. His attention went to the unconscious person and he noticed his features. Indigo's eyes softened while he gazed at the young guy. He had never seen someone as beautiful as him. He resembled a painting. The guy had beautiful Asian features, his ivory complexion was smooth like flower petals. His eyelashes were long and dark. A beauty mark was under his right eye, his curly hair was as dark as the night sky on a starless night, and he was tall and thin. He wore an all black outfit, with a hoodie,  jeans, and combat boots. He had a weird-looking black stick with markings on it, it was tied behind his back. That’s when Indigo noticed the blood on the guy’s abdomen. He unzipped his hoodie and found a bloody bite mark. “Shit, he’s been bitten, how come he hasn’t turned yet?” He opened the guy’s eyes and inspected them. “His eyes are not cloudy yet.” He peered at his neck. “No black veins. This guy hasn’t turned yet, how is that even possible?” But when Indigo felt his skin, it was hot. “Shit, he has a fever.” Indigo took his cloak and jacket off, he then took off his t-shirt, ripped it, and wrapped it around the guy’s wound. He covered him with his jacket. He put him on his back and left with Cheeto following him. After a couple of hours, Indigo managed to get home before sundown. He put the unconscious guy on his bed, cleaned his wound, and covered it up. Indigo left him shirtless and covered him with a blanket. He got a basin with warm water and dipped a cloth in it, wiping the guy’s body. When he got to his arms, he started to notice needle marks all over them. He thought to himself, “Was he a junkie in his past life?" Indigo sat on a blanket in the living room with Cheeto on his lap. “ You know I wanted to leave him behind back there. I was so scared that I tinkled myself,” he chuckled, and scratched the back of his head. After hearing what indigo just said, Cheeto got up and slept on the floor. “But something came over me, I wasn't thinking, I just ran and sliced off its tail like it was bread, even though I had no idea what I was doing I looked very heroic didn't I? if that guy was awake he would have been intimidated by my alpha vibes,” he said feeling superior.

[prince-toffee]

Villains

Part Three

The freezing air burned as it collided with Catra’s furry face. She shivered in her blue blanket and her thick fur coat, she turned away, angled herself so that the snowflake peppered wind hit her flipped up hood. Her face was spared. The transporter flew so quickly Catra could barely see the condensation from her mouth as it was constantly pushed off backward. It was obvious Catra wasn’t in a good mood, that much was obvious by her grumpy face and crossed arms. In fact she was writhing with rage, which kept her warm enough in the cold climate. But that, was kind of the reason she went out onto the deck of the ship - to cool off. And partially to get some time alone away from her annoying teammates. The transporter was an upgraded model of the regular skiffs, but it wasn’t that much larger, roughly around the size of a yacht, maybe two. So there wasn’t much room inside under the deck, not much space to hide from the personal-space-invading Scorpia and her lung crushing hugs, or the overly talkative Entrapta. Even though the Drylian Princess was being uncharacteristically quiet and stationary during the trip. Just giggling and chuckling to herself as she read something on her data-pad.

She was furious, not only was she sent on this dumb, cold, mission, that wasn’t the worst part. Being away from The Fright Zone meant she was away from Shadow Weaver and that was always a positive. But everything changed, everything was different, Shadow Weaver was now the ruler of the Horde, she controlled everything now! She was even more insufferable. Because now she had to even look at posters in hallways of her ugly mug. She was everywhere. For Catra it was like living in a nightmare. When she was given the rank of Force-Captain by Lord Hordak months ago, she thought that things might’ve started to be looking up. But everything fell apart the day their trio tried to enact her plan. Well, Catra claimed to Hordak that manipulating the Black Garnet was her idea, and took the credit for it, when really it was Entrapta who stated she could do so and the only one who knew how to pull it off. But Entrapta didn’t seem to mind. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how high she climbed in the ranks, it seemed like she was always going to be under her, always number two.

Before she could’ve punched something her thought process was put on hold as the sound of the deck doors sliding open and a pair of heavy footsteps moving towards her. Then a new irritation gripped her, before she even turned around she knew who followed her outside. As she turned, her guess was proven right as towering over was Scorpia. The tall and broad scorpion wore a similar fur coat to protect against the cold, only several sizes bigger. Precariously pinned between her two huge pincers was a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The way the transport was heading and the direction the wind was blowing, the steam flew right back into the Princess’ face.

“Woaw, woohoo, man it’s freezing out here. I, uh, I know you like to be on your own, brooding. But uh, I got kinda worried, you out here, cold, and you could get a... well a cold. So to warm you up a little I brought you some hot choco!” She looked around for her right to her left and noticed nothing but a landscape of white, she could barely depict icy blue mountains on the horizon. But not much else. “Maybe next time they should send us out on a mission somewhere warm, huh?” Hehe... heh...” She looked at Catra hopeing to see something resembling a smile, no such luck. Catra agreed with the statement, she way better preferred a warm location, but at least she was away from Shadow Weaver.

Catra wanted to stay cool, stay broody, wanted to show no weakness. But also at the same time it was freezing, and the magicat really could’ve used that coco, and she didn’t want to admit it, but it was Scorpia’s begging puppy eyes that totally convinced her. The cat huffed and rolled her heterochromatic eyes to maintain her ‘bad girl’ reputation. But ultimately took the mug, against her instinct and better judgement she mustered out a “Thanks.”

Scorpia’s eyes lit up and smiled ear to ear, “Y- You’re welcome!” Catra turned her face away from Scorpia as she felt a slight blush rise on her cheeks and across her nose, and she would’ve rather face the harsh stinging snow and wind than show the slight hint, tint of red, to Scorpia. She would’ve never let her live it down. The scorpion-Princess cleared her throat, “Sooo... You wanna talk about it? The Shadow Weaver thing, I mean. I know you probably don’t! But! I- I’m here for you! Even if you just need to vent or rant or whatever.”

Catra took a sip, it was pretty good, and the warmth was a welcome intrusion. “No. No, I don’t.” Months ago everything was looking up, how did it all fall apart so quickly. And now she was back at the bottom of the food chain, miserable and angry. “But thanks for the offer... How long until we get there?”

“Two hours. Hour and a half, if we’re lucky and the weather clears up. We should make it before nightfall, that’s when the temperatures really drop. At least that’s what Entrapta estimates.”

“How is our Princess anyway? Quieter than usual.”

“Oh she’s looking through some of Hordak’s data from his Sanctum. She seems... captivated... Shame what happened with Lord Hordak.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“You know Shadow Weaver says he’s dead, and I mean we did see her kill him, but you know the weird thing about that? No one can find a body.”

“Huh, weird.” Catra took another sip from the mug, a long one this time, as she looked on. She might’ve known something about that.

---

Glimmer groaned, she was so freaking tired, she leaned against the chair, practically draped over it, looking like she melted down over it. Well, it wasn’t really a chair, it was three box crates positioned in a way to imitate a chair. It wasn’t comfortable, but the alternative was standing, of which she was tired, or laying down in a sleeping bag, but she wasn’t ready for that kind of embarrassment. She folded her arms and grunted to herself. Nobody heard it, and no attention was paid to her. She took another look around the Dragon’s Daughter III, or was it IV, maybe II. Didn’t really matter. She must’ve surveyed the deck about a hundred times by then, and the scene hadn’t changed much. Bow was watching and listening to the flamboyant SeaHawk, one boot above the other on a crate, his pointing finger was pointing to the sky at nothing really. And on the other side at the front of the boat stood a golden and white giant, flowing blonde hair, bellowing skirt, knee high boots, and short pants. All accompanied with beautiful ornate designs in the gold. Glimmer couldn’t see from where she sat, but her chest armour sported a golden design, something a cross between a flower and a star, with an ocean blue stone at its centre.

In her hand gripped was a broad sword with golden ornate detail extending from the hilt forming a beautiful cross guard. Another sapphire stone at its centre. That wasn’t just any sword, it was The Sword of Protection. And that wasn’t just any ordinary warrior, she was the mythic and legendary She-Ra, The Princess of Power. Her friend.

But Glimmer noticed there was something off about her friend today, she might’ve been the indestructible She-Ra, but underneath that extra magical layer of skin was Adora, just Adora. A girl that wasn’t indestructible. She was the hero of Etheria, its so called ‘saviour’. Adora didn’t like to be called that, it made the life she lived sound official. The fate of the entire world rested on her shoulders. Saying she was stressed or anxious was an understatement. Glimmer was contemplating walking up to her and asking her what’s wrong for about half an hour now. But she had no idea what to say, what Adora needed to hear. But hey, friendship was about trying.

Before the boredom could claim her she stood up and marched over to the golden giant woman. “Hey Adodo~. You good babe?” The small pink cotton-candy Princess gave a little nervous chuckle.

She turned around to face her small friend, and on her face as always was a bright warm smile. “Hey, Glim.” It was subtle, but it was there, in her eyes, there was a hint of tiredness, it looked like she was deep in thought and Glimmer  brought her out of it.

And to be honest Glimmer herself had a lot to think about. Glim felt like the Alliance was just reacting to the Horde’s attacks, they were too much on the defence and not enough on the offense. She approached her mother about that query, Glimmer proposed that the Princess Alliance should start going more on the attack, hit some key Horde outposts - Troop barracks, resource transports, and silos containing food, drink and medicine supplies. Cripple the Horde. But her majesty Queen Angella overruled the idea and stated they should priorities defending their own and their allies. And denied Glimmer’s request for more soldiers under her commanding. She was a Commander but sometime it felt more like a ‘well done sticker’ or a ‘second place ribbon’, than an actual rank. Angella said she ‘didn’t want to risk losing lives when it can be avoided’.

Coward.

That’s what Glimmer thought, but never had the bravery to actually say it to her face. But she had a feeling that the day would come when she’d oppose her mother, and insult her. And she knew the day was coming soon.

“Ah,” Adora waved her hand dismissively, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Adora looked like she was thinking about something and whether to say it, “I- It’s just the whole Shadow Weaver thing, ya know? The person who raised me now leads the Horde and I bet the Horde’s new priorities will be to bring me back in like before. I feel like I’m painting a huge target on anyone around me.”

“Adora, come on, don’t say that. We’re always under a huge target. We’re the Rebellion! Anybody who opposes the Horde is in danger. You make us stronger than ever.” She winked and gave her friend a little playful nudge.

“Heh, thanks Glimmer. I- I know that, but I can’t help but self-pity... mind me asking?”

“Shoot ahead.”

“Does Hordak seem off to you?”

“I mean yeah, but elaborate.”

“It’s just, I don’t know, he doesn’t seem like... Hordak.”

“Yeah, he’s way skinnier than I expected, like a skeleton.”

“It’s not even that. It’s... I don’t know, he’s not scary! He’s uncomfortable, he feels small, he’s sick... he’s just... some guy, just a person. After all my life seeing Hordak as this myth, this folktale, it’s hard to accept him as a person.”

“You think he’s a double, some trick by the actual Hordak? Maybe he knows the Shadow Weaver news will mess with you. There’s a lot of shape-shifters out there.”

“You know, a part of me wanted to believe that, but that part of me I left in the Fright Zone. I think that really is Hordak, I can’t know for sure, but I have a feeling... like a memory.” That last part of the sentence she whispered to herself, didn’t want to trouble Glimmer with things she herself wasn’t sure were real. She didn’t know what she saw, she could hardly make sense of the scene. She didn’t know if it was fake, a dream, her mind playing tricks on her. But there he was, his face, surprise and confusion written across it, big pointy ears, and big red eyes. She was looking up at him. It couldn’t have been a memory, could it? Adora often recalled her earliest memory being that of Catra arriving at the Fright Zone, in that applesauce cardboard box. The image she so struggled to perceive didn’t have Catra in it so it had to have happened before meeting her since the two were inseparable all their lives. That would’ve lined up with Hordak’s story of finding her as a baby and bringing her in. Adora didn’t mention any of that to Glimmer or anyone else. She changed the subject, “But anyway, how about you? How’s the long journey treating you? Enjoying the weather?”

Glimmer couldn’t help but chuckle, “So infinitely jealous of that impenetrable magical skin that resists temperature change, this cold is unbearable. And past the boredom and the shanties the trip is only horrible. Hehe. I’m actually glad my mum allowed us to deploy so far away.”

“How do you mean?”

Glimmer sighed, managing to sound disappointed and infuriated, “I love my mum, and I get her, but I really think she’s not in the right here. She’s not the right kind of leader for our war. She’s too scared. She just sits there in the castle alone doing nothing, being useless. And the Horde is rolling over us! She’s making me feel useless.”

“Glim-”

“I said that I get her, and I do! But I disagree. Plus, I feel like she sent us off on this excursion just to get us out of the way. Remember before we left she said something about wanting to talk to Hordak on her own. I still feel like she’s treating us like kids, sending us away when she has adult business to take care of, she doesn’t trust us with things!”

She-Ra shrugged, “She’s the Queen, of course she wants to personally talk to the ‘Hordak’. As for the Horde winning the tug of war for Etheria, it’s always hard to say, but we’re doing well, Glim! Last time I checked the Horde didn’t have any elemental meta-etherians. We’re in a good position.”

“...When I got captured by Catra, she was going to give herself up! Like a coward! It was you and the rest of the team that came for me! Broke into The Fright Zone for me! And she didn’t even go with you! She just sat there in that stupid castle and. Did. Nothing!...” That drew the attention of both Bow and SeaHawk, they all looked at her, worried. Adora wanted to place a hand on her shoulder, but Glimmer turned around and returned to the inside of the yacht, they didn’t talk for the next two hours.

---

Entrapta scratched Imp’s chin as he tried to fall asleep wearing a small custom fur coat, he lay there next to her keyboard. Entrapta had her feet kicked up on the desk as she looked through slides and pages of data. It was safe to say she was captivated, the screens displayed the contents from Hordak’s Sanctum, she didn’t understand everything she saw which was why she was fascinating. So much to learn, theorise about, in one place. Most things she understood, up coming upgrades to stun-weaponry, updates to troop schedules and routines, new concepts for the Horde tanks and skiffs. Once she got past all that basic stuff that’s when things got interesting.

Some sort of schematics for what Entrapta would call an exo-skeleton armour, she immediately spotted several aspects where she could’ve improved it. Then there were files under even heavier encryption, no major obstacle for Entrapta of course. She recognised the terminology and the diagrams, it talked about cell division, mitosis, and depictions of chromosomes being ‘tampered with’. It looked like he was playing with them, putting them in different sequences, altering them, seemingly creating new chromosomes. It was quite amazing, really. Cloning. Next there was the real enigma, a strange power generator, the question she had was what needed that amount of power? The armour would overheat, and that amount unnecessary for the cloning process. It must’ve been for a different project, one not listed in the files. He must’ve been very paranoid. The only thing she managed to find on this mysterious project was some set of random co-ordinates... It couldn’t be, could it?

Just then a beep went off from a panel on her right, startling Imp. The nap was ruined. She tried to pat him and calm him down, but it was too late, the little batling had taken flight. The noise signalled that the lasers and drills had finished excavating. The First Ones tech piece was quite large, largest piece she’d ever seen. It resembled an enlarged coin with their ancient alien writing on it in neon purple. Great colour, Entrapta noted. As if on cue Scorpia entered the room. With her she brought a huge rug which she easily carried under arm as she whistled to herself, while avoiding eye contact. Entrapta didn’t know what was rolled up in the rug, probably a person, judging by the rug’s length. It didn’t matter. Entrapta had more important things to take care of. She moved out to check on the FOs tech without saying anything.

Scorpia rushed into the supply closet, closed the door behind her, and placed her back against the door, double checked if anyone was watching through the slit in the door. And she unrolled the rug, throwing Adora out on the cold floor. The Adora in front of Scorpia wasn’t the same Adora she saw on the battlefield, a determined, powerful warrior. No, this one acted like a drunk. It was because of the effect of the corrupting agent, but still. She sighed, “What am I going to do with you? You keep making everything worse! Catra was already in a bad mood because of all that Shadow Weaver taking over stuff, and now you show up!”

“So all that stuff with mama Weaver is true? No way! Hordak was telling the truth.”

“Hey, hey, woaw, woaw, Hordak’s alive!?”

“Yeah, we got that skinny son of a bat in a prison cell in BrightMoon, well it’s not really a prison it’s a spare room for guests, hehe, but shhhh don’t tell Glimmer’s hot mum I said that.... Who are you?”

“Oh no, this isn’t good. Shadow Weaver will freak! Me and Catra are gonna get in so much trouble... unless... she never finds out.” Scorpia looked above to see a snoozing Imp attempting to hang upside down, unfortunately for the boy Scorpia grabbed him with haste. “Hey baby satan bat! Tell Adora’s friends she’s in here. They can get in through a back door. Get them out of here! And I promise all my granola ration bars are yours.” With a smirk he flew off.

[storysofmyown]

What about an MC who is very into historical costuming and is slightly famous for it since she makes everything with skill.

While I'm not very knowledgeable about sewing I have watched some YouTube channels about it. So, I apologize if it ends up not being exactly what you wanted

Mc LOVES historical clothing, they have done dozen of dresses in the past for competitions and their own entertainment.

Their entire house is covered in different types of fabrics she has bought in the past dresses half done, sketches pinned on the walls etc.

She even has a YouTube channel where she uploads tutorials on how to make dresses and other clothing. (Micarah Tewers crackhead energy or Bernadette Banner sophisticated energy, your pick)

Sadly, all of that work has to be put on hold when she is sent as an exchange student to the Devildom.

Fortunately, this gives her new styles to experiment with since it's an entire different culture and story from the Human world.

Mc constantly visits Majolish to spot fabrics she could repurpose into some historical style that she wants to recreate.

Asmo tags along almost all the time, he helps her pick fabrics that have more flexibility and that resemble what Mc wants to recreate. Having Asmodeous by their side, a demon who has collaborated with Majolish multiple times, assures her that she will leave with good quality fabric and with thousands of new ideas.

Mc uses her free time to sew as much as she can but having the brothers constantly distract you makes it a harder task. So, she has resorted to use them as models.

Consequently, making her try to recreate male historical clothing, which was a task since she couldn't do it on herself.

She also may or may not use Asmo as a model when making dresses. And he is all up for it. (She also may or may not have made the dress Asmo designed for Lord Diavolos stickers)

While it is easier to see with a machine, Mc also likes hand sewing, plus it let's them spend time with the brothers while still being productive.

This also gives her the advantage of whenever they are being too noisy pinch them with the needle.

After a while, The House of Lamentation started to resemble her house in The Human World, given how much fabric she needs to make one just one part of a dress.

If there is something about historical demon clothes that she hated...it's how much fabric one needs. It's literally hell. And she thought making that dress from 1785 with the pannier was hard.

The first time she saw Lucifer in his demon form it reminded her o The Peacock Dress. In so many occasions has she thought of attempting to recreate it and make Lucifer wear it. But not even with the help of Asmodeous would she do something as bold as that...or will she?

In the meantime, she has just resorted to get them to model her clothes. Mammon is surprisingly really into it!

She also enjoys creating hats and different accessories, she has like 3 different Victorian bonnets.

While it may not be historical clothing's Mc has helped Leviathan with some costumes. She made The Seven Lord cosplay for him, which he absolutely adores.

Welp, this is what I was able to came up with. Once again I apologise if it's not exactly what you wanted but I have no experience in sewing so i had to rely on what i've seen and read about. I really hope, that even if it's not accurate, it is something enjoyable.

[andpierres]

hi i just learned about your pin club and i think it's really cool! i was just curious, if i were to join now, would i receive the monthly pin designs from may onwards?

WAH tysm!! yes, you would start receiving monthly rewards starting with may, which means you'd get the same monthly mail as sticker & print club; pins are sent out in batches of three, so your first pin batch will be sent after next month and will include may & june's pins!

you can also backorder any pins you missed once leftovers become available! jan, feb, and march will be up in my store soon, and if you wanted april, it'll ship to me in the same batch as may & june's so you'd be able to grab leftoevers of that one after next month as well :3

HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE!! TYSMMMM

[overheard-at-kickoff]

Okay so I need to tell you how I started the Sticker giving trend in the Sand Diego Region of FTC only to get it banned soon after.

So at the time I was the only marketer on E.M.P. Chaos 5828 (ha its dead now. Take that Scott). And everytime I had an idea they would say yes only to later on tell me that was just practice for me and the adults had done it now. (The turned out a lot of shittier verisons of my work).

One day I designed some give away merch. Stickers, bracelects, cards, pins, 3-D printed pieces (when 3-D printers had just come into the school so this is around 2013-2015).

They allowed me to do the stickers. Marvelous stickers, I still have them saved because they were epic. We got them and took them to the tournament.

Everyone went wild for them.

After that tournament my mentor printed a shit load out and we went again. Another team had some stickers/bought some from the store.

Eventually everyone had some form of stickers by the end of the season. And someone brought their kids... And the venue was new...

Well let's just say those kids got creative on where they would put their shit ton of stickers and I had durable stickers. The two I kept are still sticking to an old pencil box I used daily for two years.

So uh yeah. If anyone from the region reads this and was wondering why stickers are banned.

Twas my fault and even though I sent the apology letter to that school, I still laugh my ass off to this day.

[pffbts]

hobi x y/n just sitting down and journaling together, whether it be digital journaling, pen to paper journaling, and filming a journal with me video together. ( this really is just for me to feed the y/n college life that I can only dream of)(tbh,its really hard to imagine hobi journaling, so maybe have him just looking at me journals?? looking at my old journals maybe instead of writing his own?? or maybe even being a brat and going off on how it doesn't help him and he thinks that its weird)

(cont.) + and like, continuing what i just wrote, maybe he’s reading my old journals and talking about the past me vs the present me??? ( I’m just giving u ideas I swear I’m not trying to direct u onto writing like a commission or some ish) 🙇🏻‍♀️

GENRE. fluff; angst (minimal)

CHARACTERS. jung hoseok x reader | no supporting character.

W.C. 2K

AUTHOR`S NOTE. this is, at the end became a really cosy fic. i, though planned to write something energetically―maybe it`s because i was listening to this while writing, i ended up making a peaceful fic. anyway, thanks for sending in your idea, baby! and happy reading, bub!

LIYAN`S VERSION | the one who requested.

[10:44 AM] [and, there will only remain the words we wrote.]

―beads of perspiration gather up across your forehead sticking your baby hairs against it in that annoying way as ever. but you had to finish your laundry, so you lift your laundry basket up in both of your arms and walked further away from your apartment and towards the destination.

hoseok had exactly ten minutes left before he arrives at your place from his quick visit at the dance academy but while on his way towards your place, he couldn`t pin out what came over his mind, he dropped by a stationery shop to buy some stickers because he knows you love them but you also love it the best when he buys them for you as a complimentary gift.

though his ways of telling you are very little and like flash before your eyes, you`re always quick enough to catch up on it. after all, you had your own ways of knowing him.

you witness the flush of the water inside the machine and the cup of coffee that you held in your hand remain tightly captured in your palm. you`ve always been a nervous wreck whenever you hold something in your hand. it`s strange how this might look really ridiculous to others but for you, this is the one thing you`re scared of and that`s letting go.

you feel the constant tapping of your feet and as you look at the clock on the wall and the spins of the machine simultaneously your mind goes back to that one place your person lives. you understand that you can`t wait to reach to him.

as you hear the sudden alarm of your laundry being finished, you jump from your seat, flipping the now empty cup in the bin next to you. crouching down in front of the machine, you pull out the washed clothes and settle them rather messily in the laundry basket. there`s a rush in your system and you could almost feel it reaching the tip of your fingers now. you watch the slight tremble of your fingers but chose to quickly rub it off you head.

no one knows apart from you that it`s been five months and finally you were having hoseok over at your place. when you had offered to visit him at his dance academy, he said not to worry about that and offered himself to come over at your place.

you smile at the casual remembrance and walk out of the laundry shop, your arms now filled with energy.

hoseok, who has another set of keys jiggling happily in his jean`s pockets, took them out ever so carefully and used it to open the door of your apartment but was met with a sudden empty air when he realizes that you`re currently not at home. his eyes quickly shift to the brand new neatly white painted chair and table you had bought two weeks ago. you had sent him the pictures the moment you settled them in their current place, right at the front of the biggest window of your apartment.

he walks forward, taking out the stickers he bought while on his way here. some days he would end up buying a whole month`s supply of stickers for you and that someday somehow ended up becoming today. he knows already that you`re probably going to scold him as usual but that`s not the biggest issue here. he was getting worried where you would be at this hour. it is disgustingly hot outside and he hoped you`re wearing light clothes.

while he kept himself worried, he decides to revert his attention on the occupants of the neatly coloured table. the top of the table doesn`t look much neat in his eyes but it looks kind of aesthetic which hoseok didn`t complain about. he knows you`re a little messy so he keeps himself casual and doesn`t bring up his own neat freak from inside. he settles himself in the chair and picks up the journal that was closest to his reach.

seeing from a far, anyone can tell how much that table said about the owner herself. the flowers are fresh as usual, which means the owner changes it every day. the lampstand is clean as a white cream, the pencils, the pens, the markers, the highlighters, the thin ribbons, the gum stick, the whitener and last but not the least the still stocked stickers. each and everything was sitting in their designated place. if anyone wanted to know if the owner has a person close to her or not, they can look at the photo collage stand where polaroids of her and her person`s smiling faces are prominently visible. their happy moments are captured in time and though the time has frozen in that particular picture, the feelings inside those two humans grow with abundant depth.

it dawns upon hoseok how much he has missed you. when he traces the edge of the journal with his fingers, he dies to feel a little bit of your warmth against his own too. without another thought, he opens up the journal to the page you last wrote:

[sunflower sticker] day 152 / time: 07:23 AM―first of all, today we`re going to use only sunflowers and if i run out of sunflowers we`ll use the sun because today hobi is coming back after five months!!! i missed him a lot [sad emoji] and i`m so happy that today he`s finally coming over. i don`t know why but i`ve a feeling that he`ll probably buy a bunch of stickers again. the weather seems better today. it`s been less gloomy and too much sunny. i hope it doesn`t become too hot later on. [three extra sun stickers]

[ten sun + two sunflowers stickers] time: 10:30 AM―TOO MUCH HOTNESS and i`ve too many laundries to do. ugh, [angry emoji] why didn`t i notice that i was piling up so much, maybe college was too stressful this week (?). it`s almost time and he`ll be here and i don`t want to get a nag from him because of how much messy and lazy i become when he isn`t here. anyway, it`s getting late. i should probably get down to business.

so you must be at the laundry right now―

as hoseok`s realization dawns upon him, he hears the sound of the entrance door opening. he gets up immediately and pushes back the chair in its place.

“aaahhh for a second, i thought i didn`t lock the door!” you exclaim, putting down the laundry basket in the rack beside the washroom, “also―”

without realizing what happened in front of your eyes, you feel trapped inside the warm encasement of hoseok`s arms and chest pressing right against you. you try squinting your eyes open and your eyelashes were met with the slightly moist strands of hoseok`s hair. your fingers move to softly caress them. so, he`s really been growing his hair out. you feel him giving you soft pressed kisses against your neck and as you crane your neck a little to give him that extra access, he pulls his face away only to lean in and give you a kiss on your mouth. it`s like you had the fastest shift in your moods and you weren`t complaining in any way.

“hobi―” you try speaking only to be cut off as he gives another kiss at the corner of your lips, “no talking.”

“but―” he pulls you against him much more tightly before you could finish your second attempt at talking. right that moment you realize that you`re completely wrapped in his arms, he had completely captured you in the nest and you had no other way out but to finally return the gaze he has upon you.

“i saw you were reading my journal.” you say and almost thanked the heavens for not letting him stop your mid-start.

he nods his head slowly and pushes out his lower lip humming at you, “you were all sunflowers and suns today. care to give out the reason?”

“i was planning to but then i thought i will let you figure it out.” you shake your head with disapproval.

“oh, but baby i already got it.” and when he smiled like that, you felt like your heart collapse from the insides of your ribs and ended up at the pit of your intestines. your felt your neck heating up while you tried wiggling out of his grip.

this time, hoseok did let you out of his embrace and followed you as you sat down to write down the next update of your day`s whereabouts. as your hand reached for the pen, you saw a sandpaper bag sitting there when it wasn’t there this morning. you lift your head up to catch the anticipation filled eyes of hoseok.

“i―” i always tell you not to do this, you almost said your usual sentence but because you are seeing him after a long time and because of your inner anxiety for people and things leaving you behind didn`t work out on hoseok, you decided to vocally appreciate his effort of at least remembering your likes. “i`m glad you always do this for me,” you tangle your fingers with his slim ones, his veins providing the smooth crests and troughs against your skin and before hoseok see through your mind, you take his hand and lay them across your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment taking in that familiar sense of protection and warmth from him. “i`m glad you`re here again. i missed you a lot.”

when hoseok leans in and holds your face against his stomach, he caresses the top of your head.

“i missed you a lot too. i couldn`t wait to come back home and see you doing things you love, saying things that are on your mind, eating things you crave for, and mostly, i missed reading your daily journals. i missed living in your world.”

later that afternoon, while you were lying down on your futon beside the table and reading the newly bought book after a heavy lunch date with hoseok, you watched him sitting at your place in the chair and with a heavily concentrated face he was taking one sticker out at once and pasting them on the sides of your writings, sometimes he was taking the markers to draw little lilies and sunflowers, sometimes he added little messages like reply here and there in-between your lines.

and, you, more than concentrating on the contents of the book in your hand or the interactions in-between the characters were mostly invested in observing the wonders that hoseok`s hands did and you were sure you felt tingles inside your chest when you saw him smiling that satisfied smile whenever he was happy with his input. his hair which has been growing out a lot faster these days gave him a casual and carefree look. his extremely loose white tee and his tightly fitted jeans gave him such a beautiful look, you thought how can a person look this ethereal without even giving any effort. also, the descending sunlight that covered the place where he sat. the fading sun illuminated and made his smile into a bigger picture.

you sigh and he catches that giving you smiling eyes before going back to doing what he was into. you stretch out your legs further and finally looked back at your opened book and dived in with the smell of happiness lingering in the air around you.

fin.

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