#i’d rather use fabric glue but i don’t know if it’s gonna hold

[theswizzle16]

my outfit for london is mostly sewn but now i need to bedazzle…ngl i have like three days left and that might now be enough

[moemoemammon]

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

this is a continuation of the other one

Y/N stares at him for a long moment, arms crossed and poking her tongue into her cheek. “Why do I feel like I'm Ariel and you’re the sea witch trying to get me to sing into a shell?”

Harry blinks once. “Sorry, what?”

“Oh, right, that was—that was ‘89, wasn’t it?” Y/N bites back a laugh at the scowl that rolls over Harry’s expression. “After your time, I suppose.”

But Y/N isn’t laughing when she has to spend the next two weeks braless. And although she spends the first day being petty under Harry’s keen eye, by the third day, she’s turned the predicament around in her favor.

“Hey, Harry.” She says one night, stirring her pot of pasta on the stove as she sips her eleven dollar wine. “I have a question about our arrangement.”

Harry, who has been leaning over the counter to soak in the aromas of the food that he longs to taste (and also to get a look at Y/N’s cleavage in the v-neck t-shirt she’s wearing), cocks his head to the side and clicks his tongue. “If you're trying to reduce your sentence, don’t even try it.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” Y/N murmurs, trailing her lip around the rim of her wine glass as she leans against the counter. “I was just wondering if it has to be only braless with a shirt on top, or if I could wear just a bra or bralette.”

Harry blinks once, his mouth falling open in surprise. “I—what?”

“Like, I have this little cotton Calvin Klein bralette, and it’s super comfy, and still gives me some support, but my cleavage and such is still decently on display.” Y/N clarifies with a smug grin, setting down her glass against the fake marble counter as she stretches to reach the spice cabinet. “I think that could fulfill our agreement, no? You know what bralette I’m talking about, right? You’ve probably seen it when you’ve been snooping around.”

Harry looks at her carefully, trying to catch the trick behind her all-too generous offer. He replies in a measured tone, leaning against the fridge as his eyes glue to the way her chest heaves as she teeters forwards on her tiptoes to grab a condiment. “I know the one, yes. Peachy pink, right? With a thick band and slightly ruffled fabric at the center?”

“That’s the one, yup.” Y/N pops the last letter of the word, wiggling her fingers to try and grab the oregano from the highest shelf. “It’s a nice number, I think, and going around braless for so long does my back in sometimes.”

Harry pushes off the barrier he’s using as support, drifting towards Y/N as she stands before her cupboards, one hand propped against the counter to boost herself up as the other fishes for the small container a few inches from the tips of her fingers. He stops right beside her, looking down at her with that same calculating gaze he had across the room. He’s still trying to sus out her angle, but little does he know that what she’s trying to implement is going to work out for both of them.

She’s grown quite fond of the extra attention he’s been giving her, and for some odd reason, she feels a deep sense of pleasure every time she catches him staring at her chest. Maybe it’s the way his eyes glint longingly as he ogles, or the way he’ll chew into his cheek or along his bottom lip or into the side of his finger as he follows the outline of her cleavage, or maybe it’s that when she catches him gawking, he’ll hold intense eye contact with her for a second before casting his gaze away to some other unimportant object.

Maybe it was that one time yesterday where she’d managed to pull an actual reaction out of him. They had been watching a rerun of a Scooby Doo movie, and she could feel his ghastly eyes pinned to her bust, probably because she had lied down on her stomach across her sectional sofa as he had sat on the floor in front of it, so when he turned his head, her chest had been less than a foot away. And as if that wasn’t enough, she had purposefully flushed it against the couch cushion below to make it seem extra plump and appealing, which would have knocked the air from Harry’s lungs if he still had them.

He’d released a soft whimper so broken and needy, Y/N had to fight off a conceited grin to avoid letting him know she was doing this to him with actual intention. She’d pretended not to hear it, but she had allowed herself to indulge the flare of satisfaction that rose from watching him shift his sitting position a bit, as if something were growing heavy between his thighs. His actions had vaguely made her wonder if ghosts could even feel arousal, and if they could, she hoped he was. It was the perfect revenge, because she at least knows that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Not with anyone else, at least.

Y/N watches as Harry reaches an arm up, easily reaching the bottle she’s attempting to retrieve. He swipes his hand across the container, the motion managing to knock it off the shelf and into her awaiting palm. She’s learned that in order to touch objects, he has to put in quite a bit of energy and concentration to succeed in breaking through the dimensional barrier that separates the living from the dead. Garnering the slightest contact can sometimes drain him a great deal, so when he does make it his mission to touch something, he does it with as little impact as possible to save his energy for later, in case he wants to grab something for an extended period of time, or grasp a heavier weight that would require more exertion.  

“Thanks.” She smiles up at him innocently, blinking her lashes with a slightly sultry air as she closes the cupboard slowly.

Harry swallows heavily, glimpsing down at where her chest is still heaving from when she’d made a grand effort to collect the ingredient she needed. He hates how his little cheeky plan had recently become the bane of his undead existence, given that Y/N had recently begun using it to her advantage. But he can’t complain, because he’s getting exactly what he asked for. He just wishes he could get more.

His voice comes out low and strained as his eyes coast back up to meet her own, which are dancing with smug amusement. “You’re welcome.”

“So what do you say?” Y/N asks, uncapping the spice and sprinkling a liberal amount into her sauce. “Think we could tweak our deal?”

Harry pulls himself back onto the counter, tapping his fingers against the surface without making a sound. “I suppose.” He replies after a moment, eyes flickering to Y/N’s chest once more as she leans down to taste the sauce. “The bralette should be fine, as long as it’s not too padded.” He shoots her a cheeky grin. “I like a bit of nipple, you know that.”

“You’re gross.” Y/N scoffs, shaking her head as she sets down the wooden spoon on the stove. “I'm gonna go change, then. Watch this for me, will you?”

And Harry does rather diligently, inhaling the flavorful aromas rising from the stove. He wishes, for the billionth time in his thirty odd years of death, that he could taste food. He knows he doesn’t need it, but even just having its essence pass over his tongue would be enough for him. He misses pasta, he thinks, staring longingly at the noodles boiling away on the stove. And pizza, and fish, and steak, cooked perfectly with a delicious side of mashed potatoes and gravy, just pink enough in the middle that it’s still tender—

“You didn’t burn down the kitchen. Good job!” Y/N’s voice calls from behind, and the ghost turns around with a retort on his lips that quickly falls away once he sees her.

She’s put on the bralette just as she said she would, and it’s everything he’s ever dreamed of. The cotton is thin enough that he can see the clear outline of what he wants through the article, and the halter neckline lands low enough that he can see every dip and curve of her breasts. A band of her stomach is exposed beneath the labeled elastic lining the bottom of the fabric, and the soft skin seems to call to Harry, making him desperate to touch it. Y/N’s decided to swap her sweatpants as well, it seems, as she’s now dressed in a loose pair of heather grey shorts that sit above her belly button and barely cover the curve of her ass. The loose legs flutter up with her every movement, and if she were about to bend over just a smidge, he could—

“How’s this?” The girl asks, flicking her loose hair over her shoulder with a simper. “Does it meet the requirements?”

Harry clears his throat, his words coming out as a pained groan. “God, you’re a fucking bitch, you know that?”

Y/N sputters into a round of airy laughter, coming to stand before him with her hands perched on her hips. Her tone is innocent, but her true intentions are written clear across her face, obvious in the way her lips twitch with evil delight. “How so? I’m abiding to our terms!”

“You’re giving me the world’s worst case of blue-balls, is what you’re doing.” Harry bites back, his sharp jaw clenching and full lips pressing into a bothered grimace. “And you’re doing it on fucking purpose.”  

“You made your casket, now lie in it.” Y/N states brightly, shrugging her brows with finality.

“Harsh.” Harry mumbles, but he can’t fight off the amused grin that tweaks his dimples into place.  

Harry slips off the counter again onto his feet, not being able to stay still. There’s a peculiar buzzing sensation coursing through each of his ghostly limbs, and anytime he stays put, it intensifies to the point where he feels like he’s going to explode into a shower of static.

He saunters up behind Y/N, looking over her shoulder as she regains her previous activity of mixing the contents in the pot while they simmer their way to completion. Despite not being able to touch her, he can still smell her just fine, and her homey scent of chamomile and jasmine are ever welcomed. She just smells so much like a girl, for a lack of a better explanation, and Harry hasn’t been this close to one his own age since before he passed. It’s driving him to the brink.

“I’d give you a taste if I could.” Y/N's soft, teasing voice echoes against his ears as she cranes her neck to look at him. “It’s a family recipe.”

“Yeah...” Harry locks eyes with her for a moment, and his hand instinctively reaches down to grasp at her waist. Instead of being met with the warm sturdiness of what he knows would be her silky skin, he’s met with the typical icy fizzing sensation that constantly haunts him whenever he tries to make contact with a living being. His digits pass right through her hip, though she barely seems to notice, the only palpable indication of his attempt being a cold breeze wafting across her flesh.

He knows it’s something that is extremely easy to brush off, usually as a simple draft from the air conditioning, given the similarities between the two experiences. And that’s exactly what she appears to do as she gives a light, dismissive shiver, not paying it any mind.

The ghost tries his best to keep his disappointment from registering in his mood, and his tone instead fills with an unreadable emptiness that only he can truly interpret. Below it lies a double meaning, and it has to do with way more than just the general desire to be able to experience the taste of good again; it holds a certain longing that pertains to a deeper type of hunger, but again, only he can truly decipher it. “Yeah, I can only dream of it.”

[sunsetinmyvein]

You Pick a Fight - P2

Eyyyyy it’s prompt time. I have since forgotten what prompt’s @imagine-that-100​ gave me from the prompt list for this part two, but hopefully you enjoy it anyway. :P

And I was right, because it wasn’t over. The pool incident was just the start of much more bickering and fighting over nothing that was set to come during the months between Matty and I. We hadn’t known each other all that well prior to that day, but it definitely set the bar for future interactions. Being argumentative and stubborn was just a habit neither of us could break, much to all of our mutual friend’s annoyance. It might’ve been on the verge of immature, since we were both pushing thirty, but neither of us cared. And we never really meant it. Grudges about stolen floaties were not held for long. It was a rare occasion that we genuinely made up and said sorry, but typically by the end of the day we had either forgotten about it or played some prank on the other to feel avenged about our wrong doing. Over the course of many months of arguing and pranking, Matty and I inevitably became closer. Realistically, Matty was probably one of my best friends by this point in my life. We saw each other at least a couple of times a week for various reasons and I enjoyed his company (mostly). But that wasn’t going to stop me from trying to constantly one-up him and make sure I destroy him any time he challenges me to anything. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? You gotta know your opponent’s weaknesses to best exploit them.

 However, tonight was our regularly scheduled movie night. So, more than likely no arguing would be occurring tonight. The movie had already been picked by democratic vote by the group, which meant there would be no debates about that. Everyone was bringing their own snacks, nothing to fight over. And we rotated who hosted, so no arguments there either. This week it was Matty’s turn. Last week when it had been at my flat, we had picked a comedy movie to watch and ended up receiving a noise complaint from my neighbour about us being “too rambunctious”. I was hoping that we wouldn’t have the same issue to deal with this week given Matty’s much thicker walls. I was cutting up a tray of brownies that I was graciously bringing to share - one of which may or may not have been spiked with cayenne pepper just to spite Matty for last week when he mixed my bag of skittles with m+m’s - while I replayed the events of last week. The details of the movie were actually a bit of a blur, because after the few drinks that I had downed after a rough day at work, I recalled falling asleep. When I woke up, I found myself snoring on Matty’s shoulder. God, that was utterly embarrassing. Other than my snoring, to wake up cosying up to Matty? I’d rather be caught dead. But I must have been too distracted by these memories, because as I was cutting, I slipped and managed to slice open my thumb with my new knife.

  I felt the cut the instant it happened, bracing myself for what I might see before I looked down. Sure as shit, all I saw was a lot of red. The first thought to run through my head was that my brownie plan was ruined. I couldn’t serve brownies that had been doused in blood. The second was that I absolutely needed to seal this wound as soon as possible. I raced to the bathroom, grabbing a roll of gauze and wrapping it around my thumb as tightly as I could. Do I call an ambulance? No, this wasn’t an ambulance sort of emergency. Emergency, though. I should go to the emergency room. Now. But I had to let the guys know I wasn’t coming. I could see the gauze starting to turn red as I searched my phone for Matty’s contact. Fuck, I felt so bad for bailing on this movie night given it was our regular thing, but this was really not good. Really, really not good. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

  “Hey-”

“Look, I need to go to emergency.” I interrupted in a garbled rush.

“What?” He shouted down the line.

“I need to go to hospital, so I’m not gonna make it tonight.” I explained, slightly slower.

“What did you do?” He asked in an incredulous tone.

“I sliced my thumb open cutting brownies.” I just heard him laughing. “It’s not funny, Matty. I need stitches.” I frowned as I started to grab my essentials. What if they wanted to keep me in overnight? Oh my god, I was absolutely not prepared for something like this. I should have a go bag. Is that a thing normal people did? Have a go bag in case they accidentally injure themselves? Maybe smart people did.

“Do you need me to drive you?” He offered as I was contemplating what exactly I would put in a go bag.

“What? Uh, no. I’m okay. I think.” I rattled off.

“I’ll meet you there.” I heard him say. He what? Why would he want to come to the hospital?

“Wait. No, you don’t-” But he’d already hung up.

  Before I left the house, I slapped another few layers of bandage over the gauze on my thumb to try and put some pressure on this cut that was apparently bleeding like a tap by the rate it was turning things red. Driving to the hospital with a thumb as fat as mine was with all the bandages wrapped around it was not easy to say the least, but I managed to get there in one piece. Once I had gotten there, paid for my parking, and then managed to check myself into the ER, I was able to take a seat and decompress slightly. But, the peace and quiet didn’t last long, because not even five minutes after I sat down a familiar face entered through the sliding glass doors.

“Good job.” Matty said as he approached, with a slow clap for emphasis.

“Don’t patronise me.” I scoffed.

“Show me.” He said as he took a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to my own.

“It’s okay-”

“Just show me what you did.” He dismissed.

“I mean, I can’t really take this stuff off-” I gestured to my half blood-soaked bandages, “-or it’ll bleed worse.”

He let out a low whistle as he raked a hand through his curls. “Bloody hell.” He muttered under his breath, before glancing up at me. “Pardon the pun.” He added with a smirk.

“Shut up. It’s really not as bad as it looks.” I lied. I was trying to play it down, to pretend like I hadn’t briefly seen how deep that knife went, but I knew that this was definitely very vital that I see a doctor very fucking soon.

He met my gaze, clearly seeing the stress I was trying to hide. “You’re not very convincing.” He chuckled.

  Despite my protests about him wanting to wait with me, Matty continued to ramble on about what he had done earlier in the day while we sat in the crowded waiting room. He also told me not to worry about cancelling on the movie night, and thanked me for trying to make brownies. If only he had known what his brownie was going to taste like. But at least he was distracting me from the weird sensation in my thumb. After about half an hour, I was called through to be seen by the nurse - which realistically just meant that I sat and waited in another room for a further ten minutes until I was finally seen by someone. When she walked in, she introduced herself and asked for a run down of the situation as she started gathering some supplies. After I had explained what I had done, she started moving towards my giant wad of bloody fabric.

“I’m gonna look away.” I warned the nurse, she just nodded in response. I felt her unravelling the bandages on my thumb, trying really hard to busy myself by studying the vision tester chart on the wall. She let out a quiet hum as she analysed the situation.

“All right. I am going to put some glue on this now to hold it, but we are going to need to anaesthetise you to properly sort this out. Is that okay?” She asked in a calm tone. They were going to knock me out? It was bad enough to need to be knocked out for?? Holy shit.

“Um, yep.” I nodded. “I suppose it’ll have to be.” I added with a nervous laugh. “When will that be?”

“As soon as they can get you in. Likely in the next few hours.” She answered.

  When I came back out of the nurse’s station, I sat back down and told Matty what they had said.

“They need to sedate you?” He asked in shock.

“I’ve apparently done quite a number on myself.” I could feel the stress building up as the realisation set in. Oh my god. I had cut off my thumb. I had cut off my thumb and now they needed to reattach it. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

“Hey, calm down.” He reassured, placing his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be all right.”

“But what if it’s too late? What if I cut too far? What if-”

Thankfully, Matty interrupted my downward spiral of anxiety. “They would’ve told you if that were the case. They’re going to operate, so it must be fine.” He moved to take my good hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing mind as I nodded in agreement. At least one of us was the voice of reason right now. “When are you going in?” He questioned, seeming genuinely sympathetic.

“They said as soon as possible. I just have to wait here until a theatre frees up.” I replied. He just nodded thoughtfully. “You should go back to the movie night.” I said, eventually feeling guilty that he’d already been sat waiting here for an hour.

“No.” He shook his head as he rifled through his pocket. “You want some gum?” He asked, holding a packet out in my direction.

I looked down at them apprehensively. “They’re not some ridiculous flavour, are they?”

He laughed loudly. “No, I threw the wasabi ones out.”

  It was another hour before I was finally called through to get ready for theatre. Now I was genuinely feeling pretty awful that Matty had been here this whole time. We had well and truly pushed past dinner time, he’d missed the movie, our friends were all sat at his place without him. He can’t have been having a good time stuck here with me.

“Okay, I gotta go in.” I said as I stood up.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He smiled up at me from his seat.

“Just go home, I’ll be fine.” I said as I gestured to the door.

“No.” He grinned.

“Go.”

“No.” His dark brown eyes bore into mine, clearly challenging me to push him further on the subject.

“I hate you, so much.” I grumbled as I heard the nurse call my name again.

“I love you, too.” He said, blowing a kiss for emphasis as I walked off.

  The doctors all reassured me that the operation was going to be quick and easy. Knock me out, stitch me up, wake me up fifteen minutes later. Easy peasy. I had never had any issues with operations, being knocked out was easy. It was the stuff you had to be awake for that was hard. True to their word, when I saw the clock when I started coming to, it had been no more than half an hour than when I last checked the time. But my god I felt groggy. My brain felt like it had been replaced with a bunch of cotton balls and my eyelids might as well have been made of lead. I glanced down at my thumb, seeing a much smaller pile of bandages on there, that were now thankfully not soaked in blood. That was nice. I then caught sight of the man sat next to my bed.

“Hey, you’re up.” Matty said quietly as he stepped over. As soon as he leaned over the bed frame, the fluorescent lights above him just illuminated his dark, curly hair. Holy shit. It looked borderline angelic. “How’re you feeling?”

“Your hair…” I mumbled as I reached out my good hand to touch it.

He seemed surprised by my actions at first, before letting my run a hand through it. “What about it?” He asked with a quiet laugh.

“It’s really soft.” I answered, genuinely quite surprised by how nice it felt. “Has it always been that soft?” I felt like I had been missing out. I could’ve been touching this hair for nearly a year now and instead I had been swapping his shampoo for ranch dressing and perfume.

  Matty seemed keen to indulge my anaesthesia haze, letting me bother him with all of my weird questions about his hair. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy. I did a lot of mean shit to him and here he was, sat with me in emergency all evening instead of hanging out with his friends. After the pranks I’d pulled, I likely didn’t deserve a friend like him. But he’d pulled them on me too. We were a pretty good pair, I suppose. And I had no idea if it was this lighting or what, but dare I say, Matty was looking pretty attractive today. Had I really just been so focused on butting heads with him that I never noticed these things before?

“Are you sure you really look this good? I feel like I must still be dreaming.” I said, pretending to shield my eyes.

He frowned, before the realisation dawned on him and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged.

“Don’t use cheesy pickup lines on me.” He chuckled.

“How else am I meant to pick you up?” I scoffed as I rolled my eyes.

“Are you trying to?” He asked as a smile slowly made its way onto his face.

“Maaaaybe.” I said in an attempt to be non-committal, but then my curiosity got the better of me. “Is it working?”

“I’m gonna remind you of this when you’re properly out of the anaesthetic.” He just looked amused. Not the reaction I had hoped for. But I was too tired to keep trying to come up with clever lines.

“Okay.” I muttered, nodding softly. “Gon’ sleep now, though.” I added.

“Rest up.” He agreed. “You’re gonna need all the energy you can get to deal with me giving you shit for this tomorrow.”  

Part one

Part three

[euphoriacrossing]

So, uh finally got my journal stuff.

I put it together yesterday, I am SO excited about it, it's better than I thought, BUT I have eight dividers (and can actually have more sections than that if needed because I have more dividers, plastic folders I can use to separate, and extra tabs I can use to label) and I don't know what sections I want to put so I can write it on the tabs.

I was thinking things like a tab for character profiles for the villagers, a tab for friend profiles, a tab for collecting and crafting, a tab for decorating, a tab for bells and budgets, things like that. I don't even know if I can come up with eight solid good sections, I might need to take some dividers out but we'll see.

I also have seen some pretty cool layouts. Like a play tracker someone made, I actually had a sheet come with my journal that had the months and days all listed in a chart so i am using that. But if you have any cool journaling layouts so far i would love to see them.

I am gonna try to print out my dodo airlines ticket and avatar from piccrew to paste in my journal since I can't draw. I have TONS of stickers and glitter glue and craft stuff so I might decorate my dividers with non-AC related decorations just so they are cute but I don't waste too many of my AC stickers though I guess I can always order more from etsy (lol, not really because I have already spent too much money and it's just the first of the money... but I mean, if it becomes an "emergency" I can and I can always purchase them at later days), and I actually still have some coming from etsy.

I ordered some gold letter stickers to spell out "New Horizons" on the front of my journal. I decided I just wanted to put that instead of my island name which I'll put inside on a "title page" of sorts. That way if I change my name for my island before the release I can just rip that page out and do a new one.

Oh I have both a clear pouch where I can put stencils and I have some stickers stored, and a fabric pouch where I have a pen, a stylus, and my amiibo cards. The fabric pouch I have clipped into the discs, but on the front so it doesn't hold the cover open. I know they have those pouches you can slip onto the planner with an elastic, but I like this little clip on one better. It's really small and only fits like one pen along with the other things which is usually less than I would carry BUT I guess this is already a bulky enough planner, I'm already unsure if it will fit in the AC sling bag with my switch, so best not make it any bulkier. Though my journal/planner did come with a canvas case, and it's not too much bulkier but it is a good place to store stickers and pens as long as I don't bulk it up too much, and that should help protect it if I shove it in a bag.

I guess most AC journaling will be done at home, but sometimes I go to my grandmother's or the hospital and I might want it with me to use depending on what info I end up writing down in there and how useful it becomes to me, I am not sure. I mean, I definitely have bags it will fit in along with my switch, but I ordered the AC sling bag because it was cute and I wanted to carry it, so if it doesn't fit I will possibly not be carrying it as much.

Oh also my journal stuff came with these nifty clip in to-do lists which I have a feeling i will be using to better make use of my AC time. I got some weekly planner sheets as well. I also have the monthly ones which were unnumbered so I went ahead and numbered those. =/ Tedious work. But now the monthly ones I will use to write down events, holidays, and birthdays, and I will leave those in there. The weekly planner sheets I just put in six weeks worth, and I will probably just do six weeks at a time and tear them out and throw them away when I'm done. That way I am not taking up too much room on my discs, but I can write more detailed plans and things I need to get done on those, but after I DO those things, I won't need the weekly pages at least I hope I can part with them. I am trying very hard not to make this a AC /diary/. I want it to be more like a reference book for my Island. The difference being one is nostalgic for me and the other one is actually useful to me OR anyone who might play on my island. Like if it's a proper reference someone else could pick up my switch and play and have access to say my Islanders birthdays, or the native fruit, or how much I was intending to spend on this, that, or the other. I don't know how many people intend their journals to be more like a diary, but I don't want to waste time writing things down that will only be nostalgic to me, instead I want the GAME to play as my sort of diary, for the memories I make to be playing, not writing. I want to write down things I need to remember and not just things I want to remember, I'd rather those just happen as in game moments. And if I want it to be a diary in the future, since it is discbound I can do that. But to start off that is not what I am going for. So that being said, hopefully I can part with the weekly pages and just throw those away since they won't really likely contain and pertinent info I will need in the long run. And any that do contain like birthdays or events, those will be added to the larger calendar so I won't need the weekly pages to remember when those things are.

Anyway, I am overall pretty excited about my journal being here and being able to work on it. I actually listened to some music yesterday while working on the calendar and it was kind of fun. Now I can just test different layouts, and things like that. My stencils come tomorrow I think. I ordered two sets actually so I could have more little doodles. And I can test what pens work the best and all that. It gives me something New Horizons related to do, which considering that's all my brain really wants anything to do with right now, it makes a huge difference for me.

If you have any ideas to help me with my journal, feel free to share them either in a reblog, or reply, or tag me in a post on here, whatever. I'd love to see your layouts and hear your ideas for different sections and stuff. Oh! And if you can think of anything else cool to print out for my journal, let me know! I know a lot of people are doing the dodo airline's tickets and I am gonna do that plus the piccrew avatar, but is there anything else cool I should print out? Like any reference guides or information that might be helpful when playing?

I know some people are already writing down friend codes and what not. But I am going to wait until I actually add people which will be closer to when we can actually play together.

But other than that, PLEASE share your ideas with me. =)

[rulesofthebeneath]

how bout a dance: part 12

<AN> Hey guys! Time for the penultimate part of this fic! Wow! One more part to go, I’ll release part 13 on Monday. I hope y’all enjoy this, it’s probably my favorite chapter! Gonna warn (again) for suggestion, and some strong implications. Polite reminder that they’re adults in this fic. That being said, nothing mature/explicit is actually done. Thanks. Tagging: @ajaysbhandari, @pixelburied, @lilmissperfectlyimperfect, @itsbrindleybinch, @witchiegirl, @ravenclawpokegirl25, @catlady0911, @ylevolenahs, @awkwardalbatros, @hufflepvnk, @aidenzhous. </AN>

Ajay wondered where Grace was. By his count the show had ended nearly twenty minutes ago, and at the ten-minute mark his thoughts had started to run dark. What if she stood me up? She realized that she made a mistake? He told himself the worries were unfounded, but the thoughts persisted. 

Now at twenty past curtain call, his spirit was almost crushed. He though she would at least text him to let him know she wasn’t coming. He began to wonder if he’d overstepped by setting himself up in her dressing room. Am I cornering her? Pressuring her? Holding her too closely to something she said so many weeks ago? He thought maybe she’d changed her mind and didn’t want him anymore.

He quickly straightened up, however, when Grace’s dressing room door creaked open. He smoothed his shirt down and tucked his phone into his back pocket, doing a cursory check around the small room to make sure everything he set up was still there. Her favorite flowers, check. Pastries he’d picked up during the show, check. Himself, fully and completely, check. 

He drew in a deep breath and looked up to the doorway.

Grace was standing there, still in full makeup and costume, her eyes as round as saucers.

“Oh,” she said softly, evidently surprised. A cool relief washed over him.

“Hi,” he said back, silently cursing himself for his awkwardness. He smiled, but that was when he saw the red around her eyes. He rushed over to her and pulled her close to him.

“Grace, what’s wrong?”

She buried her head in his shoulder. After a moment, she pulled away from him and he reluctantly let go.

“You’re here,” she said, grinning brightly, the happiness in her eyes radiating through the room.

“Of course I’m here. Where else would I be?”

She laughed and pulled him in, her hands on the sides of his face and her nose only inches from his.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t know.”

Ajay found himself lost in her eyes and was genuinely floored by all the affection and desire that he found there. He almost gave in, but pulled himself back at the last second.

“You should probably get changed,” he explained when she shot him a confused look for backing away. “And take off your stage makeup.”

She rolled her eyes, still smiling. “Killjoy.” But she turned to her vanity and sat, grabbing a package of makeup wipes.

Throwing caution to the wind, he stepped up behind her and set his hands on her shoulders.

“Can I help with the wig?”

She made eye contact with him through the mirror, her face turning just the slightest bit pink.

“Yeah, okay.”

He nodded and got to work, unpinning the wig and lifting it off her head, placing it on the styrofoam head on the counter. Next, he pulled off her wig cap and put it over on the same counter. He carefully and slowly unbraided her hair, keeping the ties on his wrist. Every time his fingers brushed her neck, he felt her shiver and he smiled to himself.

He ran his hands through Grace’s unbraided hair once for good measure (and to make her shiver again), then stepped back. She was peeling the glue from her false eyelashes off, rolling it into little balls and flicking them into the trash can. Once she finally finished, she stood up and turned around, stepping into his space again. She reached for him again, but Ajay held her back, his fingers rubbing the fabric at her waist.

“Costume,” he reminded her with a smile. She jokingly sighed and pulled away, biting her lip in a move so incredibly adorable that he wanted to take it all back and just pull her in right then. She turned around.

“Could you help me with the zipper?” Grace asked, pointing at her collar and turning her head to look back toward him with a smirk.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe,” she replied, “but I really would like help with the zipper.”

Carefully, hands shaking just the tiniest bit, he undid the hook and eye at the top of the zipper and pulled it down all the way to the small of her back, torturously slowly. Then he backed away.

“Thanks,” she said, cheeks pink. “Now turn around and I’ll finish changing.”

“Ugh, fine,” Ajay said, turning his back to her and facing the wall. For a second all he heard was rustling, then she spoke again.

“How can you be so awkward and shy when you literally pushed me up against a wall on opening night? I don’t get it, like, choose whether you’re gonna be smooth or shy.”

“I can’t help it,” he said bashfully. “Sometimes you make me so nervous that I can hardly breathe, and other times I just want you so much that I can ignore all that.”

He heard her cough. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, okay,” she said, and he could hear the smile on her face. There were a few more seconds of comfortable silence until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, taking her into his arms at last.

“So what’s all this?” she asked, her arms around his neck and her head angled slightly towards the vase to his left.

“Lilacs. And the pastries are cinnamon apple turnovers,” he said proudly. Her face lit up and she pulled away from him to inspect the flowers closely.

“You remembered,” she murmured, gently rubbing a petal between her fingers. “And did you make the turnovers?”

“No, they would’ve been cold by the time I got them here. I got them from a bakery during Act Two.”

She hummed. “If you can’t make your own cinnamon apple turnovers, store-bought is fine.”

“Quiet, you,” he said softly, pulling her back towards him. Her arms wrapped back around his neck, and this time when she leaned in he moved to meet her.

They’d kissed before, of course, countless times, but this kiss was a sunrise. It filled him with warmth and he drew her in closer until she was completely pressed against him. He felt, rather than heard, her hum right before she pulled away slightly, only to push him backwards into the old armchair in the corner of her dressing room where he’d spent tech week lunches. Before he could catch his breath from the surprise of falling, she climbed into his lap. He felt her breath on his lips for a second before she pressed her lips to his again, her hand warm on his cheek.

Ajay shifted to pull Grace in even closer, grabbing a quick breath before kissing her back even harder. He slid his hand down from her waist to her thigh, and he heard her breath hitch before she nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a quiet groan out of him.

It was hard to keep track of how long they were there. To Ajay, it could’ve been hours just as easily as seconds. Grace, the feel of her weight on his lap, the fabric of her leggings under his fingers, her thumb lazily drawing circles on his cheek, were all that mattered. The room seemed to fade as they kissed again and again, each kiss somehow better than the last.

Eventually they separated, and Ajay took the moment to just revel in Grace’s presence, in her softness and her passion and in the light pink blush that was spreading over more and more of her face the longer he looked at her. She was everything. He meant to tell her, but the words wouldn’t quite come out, so he poured his meaning into his expression and hoped she’d understand.

She leaned in to kiss him again—this time outright teasing—and then climbed off his lap. He immediately missed her presence, but couldn’t help but smile and shake his head as she grabbed one of the pastries off the plate.

“Hey, hand me the other one,” he said, gesturing for the turnover.

“Greedy,” she teased, but handed it over. She sat down on the floor and patted the ground next to her. He sat down.

“So,” she started, “this is amazing.”

“Aren’t they? The bakery really has such a nice flavor. I should take you there sometime, they have all sorts of pastries that I know you’ll love.”

“That’s cool, and we should definitely check that out, but I meant this,” she said through a mouthful of turnover, gesturing around the room. She swallowed. “Being with you, I mean. For real.”

He grinned and laced their fingers together, bringing her hand up to kiss the back.

“So, as much as I hate labels,” she started, but he cut her off.

“Grace, relax. I want to be with you. I want to be yours. I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh, cool. Cool, cool,” she said, clearly relieved. “That’s what I want, too.”

“You want to be my boyfriend?”

“Oh my god, shut up!” she said, smacking him lightly. “I meant I want to be yours.”

“I know what you meant, goofball. But I do think I should ask if that’s okay. Just because we both had problematic relationships in the past that got too serious too quickly.”

Grace sighed and sat back. “Can I be honest for a second?”

“I’d prefer you never stop being honest, but go ahead.”

“I think seeing Brooke all those weeks ago gave me the closure I needed to move past how badly things ended between us. You helped me figure out that she was a manipulative, cheating piece of shit and that I deserved better. So I’m in a good place emotionally speaking, but I just want us to always be straightforward with each other.”

Ajay nodded, taking in her words. “I’m glad I was able to help you through that. And I’ll promise you right now that I’ll always be as honest as I can with you. I know communication really makes or breaks a relationship, and I want this to work, Grace. I really do.”

“Me too,” she smiled softly, then leaned in slowly. He met her halfway for a slow, languid kiss. He already felt more comfortable being in her arms than anywhere else, which he could only assume was a sign of good things to come. When he pulled away, he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and stared into her eyes, a warm shade of chocolate brown that pulled him in. He pressed his lips again to her forehead.

“So, I have a proposition for you,” he said carefully, blushing despite himself.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Come home with me? I don’t want to stop this but I also don’t want to stay in the theatre all night.”

“You want to… spend the night with me?” she asked just as awkwardly, her blush intensifying.

“I mean, only if you want,” he asked more than said, becoming less and less confident by the second.

She suddenly pulled him into a searing kiss, a passionate answer that took his breath away and left no room for interpretation. But she still clarified once she sat back.

“I’d love to,” she grinned, a spark of excitement lighting in her eyes.

“Oh, thank god,” he said, burying his head into her neck. “That would’ve been really awkward if you didn’t.”

She laughed and stroked his hair. “If you didn’t ask, I would’ve. But I might politely request that we go to your place because I’m pretty sure Rosa’s with my roommate at my place right now.”

Ajay laughed. “No problem. I do have a roommate, but he’s a heavy sleeper.”

He contemplated sending Jake a text to warn him, but ultimately decided against it. Jake went to bed pretty early as far as Ajay could remember, and he hadn’t lied about him being a heavy sleeper. And on top of all of that, hadn’t Jake brought countless girls home without so much as a warning to Ajay? Revenge may not have been his goal, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still sweet.

He stood up, smoothed out his shirt again, and extended a hand to Grace. Once she stood up she didn’t let go except to pick up her bag, and the two left the theatre and walked toward the subway station hand in hand.

The twenty-minute train ride went by torturously slowly. As soon as they sat down in a nearly empty train car, Ajay found a place to rest his hand on Grace’s knee and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. She got her phone out—probably to tell her roommate she wouldn’t be home—and he took advantage of her distraction to just look at her.

Every place they touched felt electric. Her hair, still wavy from the braids, tumbled down onto her shoulders and reached to just below her collarbone like a waterfall, and Ajay was mesmerized. He could still remember the pink streaks she’d sported her freshman year of high school, how he’d loved to wrap those pieces of hair around his fingers. His eyes swept over her soft skin and her gentle eyes, eyelashes still not free of mascara. Her right hand absently moved to his left hand on her knee and she laced their fingers together. Ajay nearly melted from the sensation, softening even though just that small touch was enough to make him feel like his entire body was on fire.

Grace tucked her phone away and turned to face him, and he knew he’d been caught.

“See something you like?” she teased.

“Mmmm, maybe,” he teased back, grinning as her eyes lit up and she scooted in even closer, the entire line of her body pressed against his. He cupped her neck and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As soon as they crossed the turnstiles to leave the station near Ajay’s apartment, he groaned as he heard rain falling outside.

“Okay, this is the part where you don’t hate me,” he started.

“I could never hate you,” Grace replied. “What is it?”

“It’s raining, and my apartment is kind of a ten minute walk away, and I don’t have an umbrella.”

Grace rolled her eyes at him. “It’s just rain, Ajay. I’m sure we can dry off once we get to your place, anyways.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she said with a note of impatience, “Now come on!”

Hands still linked, they set out towards the building. Ajay braced himself for the rain, taking his glasses off and tucking them into an inside pocket for safekeeping.

They walked most of the way in silence, but just around the corner from the apartment complex Grace stopped him, grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face her.

“What?”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to kiss in the rain?” she asked.

“No?”

“Oh.” Her face fell slightly.

“I didn’t say I was against it, though. I just never thought about it,” he reassured her hurriedly, an ache in his heart easing when she smiled again.

“Oh,” she said, then went up on her tiptoes and kissed him gently, just once.

And it was perfect, the beginning of something new and somehow, at the same time, pressing play on something that had been paused for all these years. He tightened his grip on her hand as they separated to continue back to his apartment, subliminally sending the message that he never wanted to let go.

[em-be-lievable]

Hello!! Whereith thou get thee cool punked clothing? Ith would like to dress as cool as thou

Y’all gotta stop enabling me with my special interests- I WILL write you novels.

This is gonna be a whole thing, so sit your butt down and prepare to listen to me yell for ten years. 

This question is literally different depending on what I’m wearing- but my clothes fall into three schools of fashion which I’ll refer to ‘Statement makers’ ‘Essentials’ and ‘Accents.’ 

THE STATEMENT MAKERS: 

These are the pieces that make strangers want to start arguments that they can’t win on the streets with me XD I have 4 in total: Though each one is a work in process. “Where does get one of these fine pieces?” You may be asking yourself? “Surely there is a hot topic-esque store that must provide such items!” The long and short is no, there isn’t. You gotta make these yourself.

So how you do that?

Step one: Start with a base.I like to keep these relatively cheap bc A: I’m broke, and B: This way I can put a little more money into ‘accents’ (which I’ll explain more about later) First you need that base- a good garment that will hold up to your daily life and tolerate the abuse you’re about to put it through. What I do is go to my local thrift store, or good will (not salvation army. F*ck the salvation army) and get one second hand. The vest and the leather jacket above ran me a total of 20$ instead of the 100$ you’d waste if you bought it from Big Business (and also f*ck them too for killing the environment and the economy) Be heckin’ thrifty and crafty with it- you’re essentially purchasing your canvas so don’t be afraid to scrounge. 

Step two: Gather your men.And by men, I mean the sh!t you’re gonna adhere to this beast. A good place for pins/patches? Etsy. Theres literally millions of options you can get from small businesses and independent artists all over the world and they’re usually pretty cheap: Ranging anywhere from 1$ (plus shipping) to 15$ for big back pieces. Literally every single patch that wasn’t gifted or I didn’t make was purchased via etsy. Which brings me to my second option for pins and patches: Make them. You can get a button maker if you’re feeling frisky- or just go to a f*ck ton of rallies and accommodate them from there. Patches can easily be made with a scrap of black fabric and some white fabric paint. At my local WalMart a yard of plain black cotton fabric will run you about 3$ and will get you 10-20 patches depending on the size. The paint will run you about 1.50$ and an afternoon of your time just grinding away at it. 

And if you’re Extra Edgy™ like me- you’re gonna need some heckin SPIKES. Spikes are surprisingly easy to come by and add to your pieces- I get the little screw on ones: on Etsy it’ll run you about 10$ for 100 of them- or if you’re okay with it, use amazon and get 500 for 8$ (As much as I’m not a fan of big business, I can understand the need to go with the cheapest option.) 

Step three: Just literally throw that sh!t together.This is the fun part: Making it your own. This way no one has the same sh!t as you and you can wear your pride on your sleeve, back, chest ect-Small words of wisdom: -Iron on patches are weak. They’re not going to stay on for long. Just surrender to the fact you’re going to have to sew that sh!t on now and save yourself the heartache. -If you get/make flimsy fabric patches, you’re gonna need interfacing. You can also buy this at walmart for around 4$ a yard and it’ll save you so much goddamn trouble. -There is no way in the freshest of hells you’re going to be able to sew on a patch to a leather jacket. Just scrap that notion now- it’s not going to happen. So what can you do? Aleene’s super fabric glue. Literally the jaws of life aren’t gonna be enough to rip that patch off your jacket if you use it. Idk who Aleene sold her soul to to get such sticky sh!t but I stan her for it forever. -Don’t be afraid to paint directly onto your items. It’s so much f*cking fun. Just do it.-If you’re gonna make this a whole hobby/lifestyle you might want to consider investing in a sewing machine. You’ll never know true agony until you spend days hand sewing on a back piece stitch-by-stitch only to realize it’s crooked when it’s done. At least if you use a machine it’ll be 5-10 minutes of work lost as apposed to literal hours. 

THE ACCENTS: 

This is where you’re gonna throw the money you saved by thrifting your statements. These are the splurges, that one shirt with the funny logo you have saved in your bookmark bars, that impulse buy at the mall. The pricier things that you’re just not gonna be able to make yourself and would rather ask for for your birthday/christmas/whenever you’d be receiving presents.

So, as for MY guilty pleasure spots: 

WildBlackSheep on Etsy. What can I say? I love an independent bish. And their shirts are just so witty and funny, I love them to death and back. Not to mention the customer service is UNREAL. 10/10 would recommend to a friend.

WickedClothes.com. I’m just a dead ringer for combining that 80′s cartoon style with my morbid sense of humor. The ‘Let’s Have A Seance’ ringer tee is one of my favorite shirts. 

JohnnyCupcakes. Literally theres like one design, but it’s a design I love. If the cupcake with crossbones doesn’t convey who I am as a person, idk what does.

BlackCraftCult.com. Now, I’m not a satanist- but I’m extremely supportive of the ideals that neosatanism has. (Which is essentially just believing in yourself and not being an assh*le) Plus, satanist or not, the designs are dope. 

angryyoungandpoor.com. So, you want a particular piece of ‘punk’ fashion that can only be bought, but you don’t want to pay full price for it. This is your stop. It’s discount classic punk fair to find all your favorite brands at not full prices, plus more. The website can be like a goddamn maze but I’m sure every punk will find something they like there.

And theres so much more, but I’ll be here all day just getting down EVERYWHERE I buy clothes XD These are just my favorite brands, and the ones I frequent most to treat myself. 

THE ESSENTIALS: 

Now for last, but not least- literally the staples. The basics. The things every person who ever wears clothes ever needs. The foundation to lay all your accessories and statements upon to get a good cohesive look on you and have you feeling completely punkified. Find these literally anywhere that works best for you: Goodwill, Target, Walmart, whatever. It doesn’t matter as long as you have these staples to build upon your punky exterior. 

The shopping list:

-Black pants. Everyone and their mother needs just one good pair of plain black pants. They just go well with literally anything and are a dope addition to an edgy exterior. If you’ve got the funds and the time, I’d highly recommend finding one pair that fits you well and buying two of them- Keep one as normal but then take a couple of serrated knives and sandpaper to the other and give yourself some distressed pants. (Afterall, why on Gaia’s green earth would I buy PRE RIPPED JEANS when I’m the proud purveyor of my own destruction?)

Jeans.Same as the first for better or worse: You need a nice pair of jeans. I’d recommend doing the same shtick with the black pants and getting one pair to keep and one pair to rip up.

Plain black t-shirt.Literally get your butt to a dollar tree and get yourself a plain black t-shirt or two. You have no idea how useful it is to pair with your clothes. Just do it.

Plain white t-shirt.See above.

Boots.Combat boots just make the outfit. You may want to invest in a nice long-wear pair since shoes can be kinda expensive and you want a lot of milage for your buck. I’m a big fan of classic Docs bc they last FOREVER and are just good shoes. And if you’re not big on animal made items good news: They come in Vegan now. 

Converse.They’re just good shoes what can I say? It’s classic, it’s comfortable, it’s always been around and it’ll always be around. You can get them in all kinds of styles and colors- like why do I even need to explain to you why converse are a good idea? I bet 5$ you already own a pair! They’re also great running shoes in case you need to flee from cops if need be, in my experience.

And from there you can mix and match with jewelry (in the face or otherwise) and hair to get a whole look! Hope this helps my darling!! Best of luck with punking it up!!! 

[litterspace]

I want to encourage you that, if you're a furry and you want a fursuit but can't afford one- make one!

I've spent the last 8 months working on mine as a personal projects and it's a WHOLE LOT EASIER THAN IT MAY LOOK? Like after you evaluate the steps and watch enough timelapse videos and tutorials, the entire process is extremely simple. I'd to take this time to express how much of a learning experience it's been for me, along with how fun of an experience it's been and how cheap the experience has been (I've kept it under $300!)

First, I'd like to mention that it's a very "trial and error" type process. You WILL make a mistake. Some bigger than others. And that's perfectly OK!

Here's some things I've learned during this process;

-the backing on fur can be very hard to work with, or very easy. I got mine from fabric.com and it's not been too awful of an experience, but the fibers rip a lot easier than you'd think. (Also, be sure to order an amount of fur that isn't going to absolutely destroy your home. For a partial, just know that 1 and 1/2 meters of fur is not only enough, but it's gonna cost you a pretty penny. Be sure to only pay for what you need!)

-Don't trim down fur wity scissors! It can look very uneven and choppy (if you're seeking a specific texture like bird feathers or a pinata like appearance, it might be alright!) but otherwise you should invest in a cheap pair of pet hair clippers. I have a WAHL brand of hair clippers for $25 for walmart and they work absolute wonders and cut evenly.

-Watch as many tutorials as possible before starting anything! Especially tutorials on the head. There are so many different methods on making your head and it's important to start simple. I'd personally reccomend the bucket head method for beginners as there's a plethora of easy to follow tutorials on it

-Seam allowances are no joke. Leave at least 1 centimeter of space between your actual pattern piece and you should have plenty to work with. (You might worry about your extra fabric in the seams causing the fabric to raise or you might sew a little too far, causing your fabric to be loose. I assure you that it will be alright! You're very much so allowed to trim any excess you may have! Just know that it's better to have more than nessesary than less- because it's harder to add fabric than it is to remove it.)

-Line your head! And do it before you build on as it might be more difficult for you to line it after you've furred your base. I'd do it as soon as you have your bucket head base made and apply hot glue onto the very top of the head and work your way down, allowing space for your eyes and mouth as these pieces will need to be cut.

-No shame in references! If you'e unsure how to build specific shapes out of foam, I reccomend googling "fursuit head pattern" and you should very quickly find patterns for things like the brow piece and cheeks.

-If your eyes look too small, they probably are. Don't be afraid to go a little overboard and make the holes for your eyes a bit on the larger side. I'd rather you have large eyes than be completely unable to see. Blindspots are a very real thing and having poor vision can make it worse.

-Shave your fur beforehand! It's stupid hard to sew the edges of fur when the pile is 2 inches long. Trace your pattern onto your fur, cut out the entire square of space, and shave it all to your desired lenght before cutting out your pieces.

-Be prepared for hot glue burns on your fingers and keep burn medications handy. Also be ready to potentially sit and hold foam together while the glue dries for upwards of 3-6 minutes.

-Pay VERY close attention to your fur direction. If anything, mark it on the back of your fur pile. It's crucial you have your pieces aligned with the proper fur orientation before you cut anything out. (As a sidenote, my fur had this incredbly rough edge maybe 1 or 2 inches away from the edge that was incredibly hard to cut through, so I don't reccomend patterning on that. You'll know it when you see it, but mine had this thick thread running all down it.)

-When cutting your fur, I'd personally reccomend scissors to beginners as I found razors to be difficult to work with. When cutting with scissors, stay as close to the backing as possible and use tiny, itty bitty cuts to avoid cutting the fur out of the backing and potentially shearing or ruining your fur.

-Your best friend will be the blanket stitch. It's all I've been using this entire time and it's not only durable but it's easy to do.

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Too Sweet. Part.6- BTS Vampire!au

Genre: Angst/ Fluff? (I’m sure there will be some elements of fluff eventually) / M(Mature themes) / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Yoongi X Jungkook X Vampire!au BTS

Type: Vampire!au

A/n: This part is a bit lengthy but I hope you enjoy!

INTRO/Prologue I Pt. 1 I Pt. 2 I Pt. 3 I Pt. 4 I Pt. 5 I Pt. 6 I Pt. 5 I Pt. 6 I Pt. 7 I Pt. 8 I Pt. 9 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | Pt. 11 | Pt. 12 |

“Pass me the glue.” Holding your hand out you awaited the little bottle to be placed in your hand. 

“Jessica,” You snapped your fingers, finally getting her attention.

“Huh?”

“The glue.”

“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking.” She handed you the white bottle and you started to glue the articles and pictures on the cardboard poster.

“About?” You asked curiously, pressing the paper to the cardboard.

“I would love to go to that vampire school...that would be a dream. Imagine that Y/N, living with tons of mysterious creatures who want your blood.” She smiled with dreamy eyes. “I’d kill to go there.”

“I think that school is run by vampires is a rumor. And being used as a meal doesn’t sound so dreamy to me.” Cutting out a few pictures you saw her face contort in confusion.

“Come on! You’ve never wondered what it would be like to live with vampires, not once?” You shook your head no and she wasn’t convinced. “Wow, you have no imagination.” She went back to typing the paper and viewing articles for the assignment.

“I just don’t see the fascination...”

You sat in your usual spot in the classroom, fiddling with the pencil as the teacher instructed everyone to turn their book pages, you did so languidly. It was around 7 o'clock; unfortunately, this was one of the classes where the night teacher insisted on giving the human students lessons on vampire social studies. It wasn’t completely boring but it wasn’t all that interesting either. Thankfully you were saved by the bell, she dismissed the class and you were on your way to breakfast- yes, a class before breakfast. That was something to get used to. 

You walked through one of the not so popular hallways to get to the cafeteria but you stood midway through the walkway. “Was I supposed to go Yoongi or was he supposed to call me or something?” You thought aloud. Just to play it safe you backtracked and went to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting. The door opened and you were met with two smiling faces, one of which you were especially glad to see.

“Oh, Jimin, Taehyung, hi.” You waved weakly before stepping into the small space as they exited.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Jimin chirped and Tae grinned.

You returned his good morning with a smile and the elevator doors cut you off from each other. You were finally brought up to the top and to your disdain he wasn’t waiting for you. You thought to yourself if this whole feeding thing is so important why hasn't he tried to contact you.

To your left.

"What?" You frowned, suspiciously looking from right to left.

My room, to your left.

Quickly you realized he was using that little mental thing. Cautiously you walked towards the closed room door and breathed in deeply, pushing it open. He sat there on the edge of the bed, eyeing the door expectantly. 

You waved. “Hi.” 

“Hi.”

You approached him with precise steps and idly sat beside him. No words were exchanged as you awaited him to do whatever he had to do. 

“Is there a certain way you’d like me to sit or is this ok?...” You spoke up, rubbing your forearm nervously, it was kind of awkward the way you two just sat there. “This is good...” He turned to face you and you turned slightly to meet him. Tilting his head he nuzzled into your neck, his cold nose brushing against your skin, his fingers rested on your shoulder and he bit you. The more he drank the more you started to feel uncomfortable, the way your neck was leaned to the side was painfully straining. Toughing through it seemed like your only option so you held your breath, hoping you could get going soon. When he suddenly stopped he sat back to look at you, his brows creased lightly. Quickly you got yourself together and narrowed your brow. “Is there something wrong?” 

With his index finger relieving the itch on his scalp he groaned, “Why're you doing that?”

“Doing what?” You frowned.

“You're in pain aren't you?” Judging by your expression he confirmed it was true, “When I feed on you I'm essentially linked to you... I can tell when you're feeling something. If it hurts for you, it kind of breaks my concentration...” 

Well isn't that just too bad for you. 

“I thought you were- it didn't hurt that much, it was just uncomfortable.” You massaged the back of your neck with your right hand. 

“Look, if we're going to be seeing each other this often, the least we can do is make each other comfortable.” He sighed. “I can't really heal you that well, not like Hoseok or Jin...if I drink too much for too long or if you can't take it just say something and I'll stop if I'm not too far gone...” 

You nodded. You couldn't tell if he was concerned even though you couldn't tell by his facial expression. You left. That was it.

You wondered how he planned to track you down while you were in school, or how you were going to explain to your professor or study groups why you had to be excused. Luckily there’s no school this week, with the exception of the donors such as yourself. You ran to your room to grab your computer and supplies, you were still writing that paper and you wanted to get some of it done before Jin could ask you about it. As you walked through the library entrance to find somewhere to sit you noticed there was a poster on the announcement board. 

“A gala?” You looked over the paper and inspected if for a time and date. How could you be so naive, this school had aristocrats, children of counts and just about anyone who was rich and in power. Of course, they had extravagant functions and gatherings, but you didn't know all the students were obligated to go.

You made your way to a secluded little sitting area and sat your stuff on the table. When you sat back in the chair you held the pencil in your hand for a few minutes, thinking about what you wanted to work on. You had your donor essay, a few books to read, both pretty boring things to do. Instead, you scrolled through your phone looking through your missed messages and you saw one from your parents. They were just seeing how you were and asking you how you've been. You started to type out what you've wanted to say for a while. To tell them you were doing well, that you love and miss them.

 Halfway through the message, you sat down your phone. Your stomach rumbled, but you didn’t feel that hungry, you were just a little peckish. You got and decided to go out and get something from the cafe near the school. 

Lately, you've been considering asking if there was any other way to do this, that doesn’t involve you spending a few hours of your day with Yoongi and getting your blood sucked. It wasn't too long before you got out of the confinements of the school grounds and walked to the nearby cafe.

When you entered you found a seat to set down your things before going up to wait in line at the cash register. 

“Hi, I would like number 4 and an iced caramel macchiato please.” The guy behind the counter rung you up and you took your receipt to go wait at the other counter. When your order did arrive you took it to the tiny seating area near the window and ate. It didn't take more than 10 minutes to clear out your plate, you found your self licking the salad dressing off of the fork. You leaned forward in your chair with a satisfied sigh, it was nice to have a meal by yourself, it seemed like you were surrounded by people 24/7. Now that you have to see Yoongi so often you've started to feel more and more isolated from normal society. Of course, you were still grateful for the opportunity, it's not every day you get to go to an elite college with little to no charge, aside from the exchange of your blood. You pulled out your laptop and started writing.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour and an hour turned into two. You spent more time here and than you initially planned, but at least this boring paper was over and out of the way. You ended it eloquently before saving the file twice so you could print it out later. It was getting close to sundown so you packed up your stuff and headed out. You got closer to the school and you could see students going in and out of cars, where are they going off too...

You saw a few girls going in with a dry clean plastic bag over their shoulders. Fabric peeked under the bags and you could see they were dresses, people were already preparing for the gala and you thought maybe you would opt out in going.

“Hey,” Hoseok came to walk beside you, “Jin wants you to join us for dinner.” 

“Does he?” You continued to walk to your dormitory with him still by your side. 

“You know, I'm really not that hungry and I don't want to intrude on you guys so I think I'll pass.” You unlocked your room door and just as you walked in he grabbed your shoulder gently, making you look back at him.

“He said he wasn't excepting a no, you kind of have to go.” He laughed lightly, leaning against the door frame. 

“Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes, I'm gonna wash up first.” Abruptly, you closed your door and went to the washroom. You freshened up your face and changed into a casual dress. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous, there were butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach at the thought of sitting at a table with all seven of them. 

“Y/N.” 

The call of your name shook you out of your thoughts. You ran to the door and cracked it open to see Jungkook standing there in rather formal clothing with a smug grin on his face upon seeing you peek from behind the door.

“Yes?” 

“Jin hyung asked me to come to get you, come on.” Before you could question him he started walking away, leaving you no choice but to follow him. As you followed him he kept sighing and cutting his eyes to you, if you didn't know any better you'd think he had an attitude. Walking into a sleek and clean dining room you saw all of the boys sitting back in their chairs

 “Hi Y/N!” Jimin was the first to greet you which brought attention to your arrival, their eyes lingered on you as you awkwardly awaited to be told where to sit. 

He stood at the head of the table and gestured to sit beside him and across from Yoongi, “Thank you for joining us Y/N.” You scurried away from the moody young vampire who went to sit beside Taehyung and across from Namjoon.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Jin pulled your chair out and you pressed your skirt to the back of your thighs so it wouldn't ride up when you got up, “Although this a little unexpected.” He pushed your seat in before sitting back down.

“Yeah, I know I just thought it would be nice to talk.” Jin picked up the delicate glass and brought it to his lips. At the sight of his cup, your gaze fell to the table, seeing there was no food, on anyone's plate. 

“So, so, um...” You cleared your throat. “What're we eating?”

Taehyung chuckled. “You, bunny.”

Bunny!? 

You scowled at the pet name and what he was insinuating and stood to your feet. “What!?” 

Jin almost choked on his drink and they all erupted in giggles, aside from Yoongi who cut his eyes to Taehyung. You looked to Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook who laughed over your excitable reaction; Hoseok and Namjoon tried to hide their amusement but the smirks on their faces told all.

Jin cleared his throat glaring at the boys in disapproval. “Y/N, don't listen to him, you can sit back down. Obviously, they’ve forgotten how to show respect for a guest...” Hoseok and Namjoon looked at the three boys across the table, scoffing at them like children. They didn't care though, it was all in good fun for them. Sure, you were a guest to dinner but you were also their occasional meal, excluding Jungkook.

“We’re not eating you, that would be ridiculous.” He shook his head. “We're actually having steak.” That was more typical than expected. He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen. While Jin was gone everyone began to pick up a conversation and you listened halfheartedly. There was a nudge on your foot and you looked around, assuming one of them had nudged you. None of them looked your way so you thought nothing of it until you heard the little voice again.

Where were you?

You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, suddenly you wanted to switch seats with anyone farthest from Yoongi. 

I know you can hear me, Jin told you it was three sessions a day; you made it to one.

That little voice suddenly didn't feel so little, it was obvious he was trying to appear as if he didn't care all that much but if he didn't care he surely wouldn't be saying anything. Ignoring him seemed to be a good option, as childish as it was you didn't want to deal with his confrontation. Instead of continuing to talk to you he went silent, he didn't so much as glance at you.

Fortunately, you and Yoongi hadn't fully linked yet so your conversation wasn't so secret to Namjoon. He took a quick look at you and Yoongi, the atmosphere around you two was sickeningly tense. This isn't going to end well. 

“Y/N,” Namjoon broke away from their lively conversation, “from a donors perspective, someone who gives blood for education in return. What do you think about the way we view you, you know, as vampires, we wanna know your opinion.” The boys looked to you, waiting for a response.

“It would freak me out, someone drinking my blood to stay alive?” Hoseok scrunched his nose and looked at you. “I mean I know it's not without pleasure but still, if I were a human I wouldn't like it.” He chuckled.

“Wouldn't a girl like it though? I think so.” Taehyung voiced, and you scrunched your nose in disgust, your jaw hanging open slightly in shock. “Like, isn't that what you guys fantasies about?”

“Of course they do,” Jungkook interjected cockily, “they think it's intriguing and hot, I don't blame them. Honestly, Y/N, your probably thrilled to get these ‘sessions’ from Yoongi. You get one of us all to yourself, plenty of times to put those fantasies into play. I could nick your neck and you'd fall head over fucking heels for me.” He sneered bitterly, hoping his words pinched a nerve. He smirked at the way your brows knitted. “Am I right?” 

You twitched. 

That's the reaction he was looking for.

Your eyes went wide and you saw the boys were all wondering what you were gonna say to the youngest. You had to do a double take, did he really just generalize you like that? 

“You know what?” You cleared your throat. “I'm not sure if I want to answer a rude, ignorant cocky son of a b-”

“The steak is done!” 

Jin arrived from the kitchen with a few maids coming from behind him with plates. The tense atmosphere was glazed over with a faux smile from you and Jungkook.

“It smells good Hyung.” Jungkook smiled and you forced a smile for Jin, despite you both grinning like madmen he didn't pick up on it.

“Rare all around.” He announced cheerfully. As the plates were being served Jin took his seat, you inspected the fancy steak dinner and your stomach upon the mouth-watering smell. When everyone's meal was set they began to eat silently, peeking Jin's suspicion, none of them were ever this quite at the table.

Jungkook kept groaning every time he'd take a bite of food, you gave him dirty looks while you ate. Yoongi slouched back in his seat, barely pecking at his food, which wasn’t abnormal. But he was eyeing you every few seconds, he couldn’t guess what that was about. Jimin couldn't stop looking at you and Yoongi, Taehyung had a smug smile on his face and Namjoon and Hoseok watched in awkward glances.

The sound of utensils hitting the ceramic put everyone's attention on Jin.

“Am I missing something here? Why is everyone acting so weird?” 

Namjoon spoke. “Our previous discussion got a little heated, that's all.” A little? You were ready to bite Jungkooks head off, you didn't understand how he could purposely make you so upset.

“The only person getting heated was Y/N, you should've brought a more polite guest Jin Hyung.” Jungkook tossed that in there, making you squeeze the handle of your fork tightly.

“I wasn't heated. You were making general statements about something you knew nothing about, you were insulting your guest, I didn't do anything wrong.” You quipped.

“Please, what's there to know about you?” He stood up and pointed at you, “You're a blood bag on legs, how complex.” He snickered to himself, looking you up in down slyly.

That was too much, he overdid it.

Namjoon could read what was going through your mind, obscene sentences were being formed in your head. The things you were saying made him choke on his food, the things you were saying weren't expected from a sweet girl like you. By the look on your face you took far more offense to that then Jungkook probably expected.

“Jungkook, that's enough, sit back down,” Namjoon ordered him but Jungkook didn't even glance at him, he kept his gaze on you, urging you to fight back.

“Seriously?-” You scoffed, “Says the guy who threw himself on me just to drink from this ‘blood bag on legs’, you were the one who sneaked into my bed and you think you're a saint or something? You're just mad because you can't have any of my blood, what you're doing is petty.” 

You responded with class, confronting him of all the things he should be reminded of; he was the one wanting you and now he's suddenly uninterested? Your answer actually made Yoongi smirk, to see Jungkook get so flustered and angry was a rare sight.

“Don't flatter yourself, you're not that desirable.” He hissed, gritting his teeth in anger.

“That's what your mouth is saying but you've displayed otherwise.” Furrowing your brows, you responded with equal animosity.

“That's enough.” Jin stood to his feet. “Jungkook, you're excused. Go, now.” Jungkook stormed off while hissing bitterly, Taehyung went running after him. A flush of heat rushed to your cheeks, your head felt hot and you were fuming because of that boy.

You took a big gulp from your glass of water.  “May I be excused?”

“No.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“Why not?” It wasn't easy to say that, the way he looked at you made your stomach uneasy and your words shaky.

“Tell Jin how many sessions you came to today.” The casually said statement caused Jin to look at you tentatively. Like a child getting caught hiding a report card, you pushed around a piece of broccoli with your fork and refused to look him in the eye.

“Stop playing with your food, Y/N.” Gently you sat down the utensil and brought your hands to your lap. “Is there something you want to tell me?” If he didn't sound like a parent right now you didn't know what did, he leaned forward with his elbows on the edge of the table.

“I um, I went to one.” Your confession was low but Jin heard you and let's just say he wasn't happy with what he heard.

“One?” He repeated and you nodded pitifully. “You’re supposed to have three a day and you went to one?” He was shocked and he massaged his temples to ease his sudden stress you’ve caused.

“I'm sorry, I was working on some things and it slipped my mind...” You mumbled as you gave Jin pleading eyes

“Well, it shouldn't just slip your mind. What you're doing with Yoongi is nothing to be played with, if you don't maintain a set time for each session you might as well not be doing it.” He explained sternly. 

“Your blood is still be tainted with their scents,” He gestured to the remaining boys, “if Yoongi doesn’t have the time to overpower it, you won’t be clean for the exam. This is very important and it really disappoints me to know that you're not taking it seriously.” Your head hung low in shame as Jin scolded you. It’s not like you were trying to skip out, but it wasn’t a huge priority to you either...

He continued. “Yoongi has a condition, you’re the first real sign of hope as a cure and I’ll be honest with you; yes half the reason you’re doing this is for Yoongi. Yes, you’ll have to deal with temporary symptoms but it’s nothing compared to what he’s endured, not even close.” By the sound of his voice and the others reaction you realized how serious this was, you wondered why it had to be you, why were you the “cure” why couldn’t you be the generic donor that was in and out of here.

“Now,” Jin wiped his mouth delicately and stood to his feet, “tonight he will feed on you until he feels he should stop. I tried to be nice and section it off but you set back your time. So, go get cleaned up then go directly to his room.” You looked down at Jimin, hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon who were leaving the table. With that, he and the others left the table and you sat there by yourself for a few seconds, there wasn’t much to debate about. You really screwed up this time and now you had to suffer the consequences.

When you got out of the shower you quickly slipped on your robe and exited the stuffy bathroom. You didn’t want to keep Yoongi waiting any longer than you had to. You slipped on the blue striped pajama pants and you were about to slip on your shirt but your door opened suddenly.

“Knock, knock?” Namjoon walked in with no regards for your indecency. 

“You know, you’re supposed to wait for some to say come in, I could’ve been naked.” You rolled your eyes, buttoning up your top as your eyes cut to him.

“I wouldn’t have hated that.” A smirk lingered on his lips. He saw your face begin to contort in anger and he figured he better save himself from the lecture. “I’m just teasing, I came here to talk to you.” He closed the door and entered the dimly lit room.

“About?”

“About dinner. What Jungkook did was out of the ordinary, he’s been upset because he hasn’t been able to take a lot of blood, and knowing Yoongi has you all to himself makes it worse.” 

“Don’t defend him, he knows what he’s doing.” You spat bitterly, 

Namjoon groaned, pushing his hair back. “Come on, Y/N, I know -”

“Y/N.” Jimin peeked from behind the door and your eyes softened at his arrival. “Oh, hyung, I didn’t know you were in here.” Jimin slowly tried to close the door but you stopped him.

“No, come in, it’s ok.” You beckoned him to come in. He walked in and sat opposite of Namjoon beside you. 

“I wanted to apologize about the way Jungkook acted, he can be sporadic sometimes. Since he can’t have your blood he’s been really jealous of Yoongi, you understand that don’t you?” Jimin was always so tender with his words, you could never be upset when it was him talking to you.

“Namjoon just told me the same thing, Jimin.” You sighed, getting up from your seat at the edge of your bed, “Listen, after all that he said to me I know how he-” 

You were cut off by the arrival of Hoseok.

“Hey, do you have a minute?” Hoseok walked in and tilted his head at the sight of Namjoon and Jimin sitting on your bed. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, just come in, I’m guessing you’re here to talk about Jungkook too?” You quirked a brow.

 “How did you know?” 

“It seems to be the subject of the night.” You crossed your arms and your toe tapping in frustration. “I know you’re all trying to-”

“Hey!-” Taehyung frowned, “What’re you guys doing here? Can you leave, I need to talk to Y/N.” He looked at his hyungs sitting around your room and peered at you.

“Look, guys, I know you’re trying to help Jungkook and that’s great and all but I don’t want to hear it. He’s said how he feels about me and if he wants me to believe otherwise then he can tell me himself.” While you spoke you, you slipped on your soft bedroom shoes. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”

A breathy sigh left your lips as you stood in front of the door, your nerves bad and anxiety eating away at your very being. The hallway was dark aside from the small light peeking from under Jin’s study door. He came out earlier to make sure you were going to Yoongi, It’ll probably be a long while before he trusts you again.

Yoongi opened the door, startling you at first. “Are you gonna stand at the door all night or?”

“Yoongi...” You announced in surprise. Instead of letting you walk in yourself he just tugged you into the room by your wrist, making you trip over your shoes and into his chest. 

“Yoongi wait-” Without a word he leads you towards the tall window and cornered you there. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know your condition was this serious...I wanna do whatever I can do to help you...”  You held your hands in front of you shyly, looking down at your feet in anticipation. A pale, cold finger lifted your chin gently and he pecked your cheek, his soft skin pressing lightly against yours. A tear fell from your eyes and his lips brushed it away, this is not the reaction you anticipated. He was supposed to scold you, tell you he didn’t want to do this with you anymore, you expected anything but this. His lips traveled down your jaw and to your neck, leaving butterfly as his hands rested weightlessly on your upper arms.

You were silent, he kissed you. 

[inexchangeforyoursoul]

I know noone is interested, but I’m 6 chapters into this shit and will continue uploading until I’m out of steam

(yeah more of this still-not LawxOC thing) (on a sidenote I saw a post the other day about how lame he is and I hope we all agree that the canon awkward nerd Law is the one where it’s at) (also AO3 and ffn links for those who value their eyesight)

“... it's... angular...”

The baffled comment wakes her from the awe stupor, and she slowly leans back to stand normally again. He's holding the desk piece, which she didn't notice him taking until now, and is pasting the mess at the entrance. Indeed, that's literally the corner of the desk. Anyway, what?

“What do you mean, 'angular'?”

He directs his attention back to the desk piece and takes a closer look at the cut. It's as clean as it can get, alright- but upon closer inspection, it's not one, straight guillotine chop- towards the far end, it splits into smaller shapes, which are not even cubic, but hexagonal.

“When I use the Ope Ope Fruit, it's... well, spherical in nature. Meanwhile, what you did...” he raises the piece of material with the cut well visible to her, “is this.”

She takes it from him, giving the funky cut a good ogle. “I see... each to their own, I guess? People think differently and such, after all.” He nods. That's probably all there is to it.

She puts the bowl on the chest of drawers that Law raided earlier, and turns the other object in her hand around. Then looks back at the bowl. “I guess I needed an extension to my arm, and that's just what happened... Except I was everything but precise.”

He crosses his arms, thinking- her straightforward conclusions make perfect sense. It makes them no less interesting, though. He might want to record her progress and maybe even get into some deeper research if they have time to spare.

As he's thinking about that, she goes back to the damaged piece of furniture and places the missing block to where it belongs. It will probably need some glue to make sure it stays put, but otherwise? Looking as good as new.

“Well, I'm off to get this mess under control. Meanwhile you could... get into some clothes you are comfortable in?” Now that she noticed, she's really wondering about that. “Which you haven't done yet for some reason?”

Law needs a second to process the question before the penny drops- he's been going through a whole wardrobe, but never even thought about changing. He just about forgot about the dress-induced cramp from earlier. Fiddlesticks.

“Right...” Good thing he's not the type to show embarrassment. Thankfully, she seems satisfied enough with the meager answer and makes her way downstairs with the not entirely wrecked bowl in her hands; meanwhile, he steps back to the bed to pick out a shirt with those rhinestone jeans he's definitely gonna wear just for the hell of it.

After a quick survey of what Kat's left in his stack (and resisting a tee with golden pressed pattern for the time being), he settles on a simple black shirt with some small embroidery on its left. It has the town's name, and by association, its likely crest. Must have been some free merchandise. Now, for the problem at hand...

He'll have to take the dress off, which should pose no problem, in theory. He's also a doctor, been there, done that. The impasse is at not being sure where to begin... there's no buttons or zips he's noticed. The neck seems little too small, but he should probably just pull it over his head nonetheless. The test run never starts, however, because as soon as he grabs the end of the fabric, Kat is coming up, into and out of the bathroom, then reenters her study-slash-bedroom.

“Never mind me,” She says kneeling down with a broom and dustpan to the semi-garbage pile in the doorway, immediately putting a clipped pencil and some undamaged sticky notes aside. Noticing the dead silence, she checks on Law to see him ogling her. Then clearing his throat.

Oh, that's what's going on.

“Sorry... it's hard to remember that you are supposed to care about privacy... I've either been alone or sharing one bathroom-slash-toilet with five other people. Won't look, alright?” With that, she steps over the pile and turns around to clean up the mess that way instead.

He blinks, hands still holding onto the skirt. “Dude...” Whether he's willing to strip with her around, -in his own body, nonetheless, which is the one thing that makes this really weird,- is one thing, but also, that was more detail than he'd ever need.

Which she catches onto almost immediately. Goddammit. “Oh... sorry again, you may have already noticed I don't have a lot of filters. Anyway, thinking about it... if anything, it's our own current bodies that we shouldn't be looking at, no?” She asks, musing. He kinda agrees. “By the way, unbutton the back first, or you'll never peel that dress off.”

Noted. He releases the fabric to fiddle around his neck. Which is really dumb, how is he even supposed to reach there easily, her arms apparently being flexible enough to do so notwithstanding...? Actually, why do clothes for women even have buttons and zippers in places like that all the time? It's so unpractical... eh, there's probably some sexy factor. Either way, this.. is not getting him... anywhere...

“... um...”

“Need help?” She asks just about the time he's given up on the two buttons he managed to find at least, sweeping the leftovers she deemed disposable onto the pan.

“... I do...” And it's such a simple task, too... Those times when he could just snap a finger and get rid off everything he had no patience getting out of after a long day? Yeah, he remembers those. Good ones.

“Alright, let me see,” she mumbles walking up to him. As he doesn't react past standing still, she takes matters- that is, her hair- in her own hands.

Every single strand of his sticks up from the sensation. He's always been picky about letting his hair being touched, but the same with long hair is worse... the less ticklish and more nerve-stroking, odd feeling on the nape that sends shivers down his spine is not something he'll want to experience again any time soon. The locks fall over his shoulders, then he feels a warm finger on his back for the shortest moment and the collar loosen shortly after. Thank god it's over.

“I see you are uncomfortable... sorry about that.” she says with a sheepish half-smile, feeling somewhat embarrassed because of that herself.

He shivers once more. “Never mind, had worse. Anyway, I'd rather do this without you being around, okay?” He says, tucking the hair back.

“Well then...” She is about to go and bring out the trash, but before even taking one step, she takes his hat off on a whim. “This will be in the way, though.”

“Ah...” His hand instinctively reaches towards it and he sounds almost... disappointed- and is beating himself up for both immediately after.

Aw.

She offers it back to him. “I won't take it anywhere if you don't like.” He takes it away with a hum, but doesn't look like putting it anywhere anytime soon. Peeking at the nodachi she propped up against the wall upon arrival, she comes to the realization that letting him keep it is actually counterproductive: the item on her body's head could eventually get them both into trouble. It's way too easy to have an outsider get the wrong and dangerous idea. He's a wanted man for various reasons, and she could be seen as a weak point. Law could get targeted while he's stuck inside her, but at least help would be ready at an arm's length; Kat herself could, however, also get into deep shit if the trouble hits after they get their bodies back and the alliance is long gone. They would probably come back or send help because of people like Nami and Chopper, who were also likely the only reason they stuck around to help her and the townspeople taken hostage last week, but still, this is bad in either scenario. She sighs. “I think you do agree that it's probably a bad idea to wear it yourself out in public, though. No?”

Hearing this breaks him free from the frigid haze. He doesn't like it, but he knows what he means and she's right, hell, late with the reasonable remark as they already marched down the main street like this. “Yes, it's... indeed a bad idea.”

He reaches the fluffy piece back over to her after giving it a thoughtful stroke.

“I'll take good care of it,” she assures him, giving her own hand a small squeeze before taking it. “I'll be your coat rack while outside, and you'll have your stuff back as soon as we're back on the ship, alright?”

He nods, to which the answer's a reassuring smile. “Well then... I'll let you do your thing. Will come  back up in about 10 minutes, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, still feeling a little naked with the hat gone just like that. She puts latter on to make her hands free for the other stuff, then takes the door by the foot and hop-drags it until it counts as closed, somehow keeping all the paper and whatnot in the dustpan while at it. She could have used the broom to do that... but she's rather goofy, so whatever. Indeed, he can hear her hum a tune while leaving. He shouts after her:

“Slick it back, otherwise the hair will just annoy you.” There's a brief stop outside, followed by a muffled 'got it'.

Before long, he can barely hear anything she does. He looks back at the clothes, but stops to rub her fingers a bit before changing. First, he thought that his body's temperature seemed really high...  but it's her hands that are as cold as ice.

[avaswritings-blog]

Setting Story: Summative

Status: Ongoing Word count: 1779

There’s a boy on his knees in front of him and Silas’ hands are shaking.

The boy’s hands are curled tightly into the fabric of Silas’ jacket and shirt. One rest against his hip, palm curved across the bone and fingers spread wide. Blood trickles down Silas’ own forehead, tracing the contours of his face before dropping off his chin like a tear. It lands on the boy’s short hair. His other hand is shoved into the pocket of Silas’, seams ripping as he tries to keep himself from collapsing.

Silas wraps his ash stained fingers around the boy’s thin wrist and pulls it out of his pocket, watches as he falls weakly onto the cobblestone street. There’s a noise, a gurgle of sorts and Silas’ head whips around, left and right, surveying their surroundings. It’s not until he hears it again that he realizes that it’s the boy on the ground, trying to talk.

“Please…” He mumbles, and even in the darkness of the night Silas can see the blood dripping out of the corners of his mouth. “Please...Silas...Please.”

*

Silas was fifteen when the world died. It wasn’t quick like his mother’s death, whose body was found rotting in an alley, bruised and squashed and broken. Dark hair sprawled across the blood stained pavement like a halo. He remembers that the only way they were able to identify her was by her Watson Labs security card, tucked into the breast pocket of her white coat. He remembers being pulled from school, whispers from the other students clogged in ears and the only thing he could hear was the blood rushing through his veins. The news flicked on and off in the corner of the room, a “breaking” headline moving on and off the screen. At the time he had no idea what they were talking about, but he would figure it out soon enough.

He remembers flinging himself onto her mangled corpse and the way the police officers curled their fingers around his thin arms and yanked and pulled. He remembers something white was crumpled into his mother’s hand and how he quickly grabbed it without them seeing. It was a note and even today he keeps it, folded neatly into the break pocket of his dark coat.

But the world didn’t die like that. No, it died slowly, like a virus quietly corrupting cells. But it wasn’t a metaphor or a simile or anyway to compare it to something else, the world was dying because of a virus. An incurable one.

People began falling ill, one by one, the population of Silas’ class dwindled down to nothing until it was closed down. Neighbourhoods began being quarantined and he was stuck sitting in his house with nothing but a rusting pocketknife and the note from his mother.

*

Silas’ shoves the boy away from him with a kick, his shoe landing right in the middle of his chest. The boy falls with a thump. He wheezes, hands clutching at his throat as the breath from his lungs is pulled too quickly. He reaches forward, trying to grab onto Silas again but he takes a step back before he can touch him.

“How the hell do you know my name?” He spits, blood trickles down the side of his mouth and he rubs it away with the back of his hand. A streak of dirt is left in it’s place.

The boy laughs and Silas can see the blood staining his teeth and tongue. He clutches at his stomach as he rolls over, propping himself up from the ground with his free hand. The sound is dark and cruel and Silas swallows slowly.

“Everyone knows your name Silas,” He tells him, “If I were you I’d be more surprised if I didn’t.” He exhales deeply, his breathing evening out.

“What the — What are you talking about? Why — What?” His sputtering and his fingers twitch around the handle of the gun, the boy’s eyes follow the movement.

The boy pushes himself off the ground and wipes the dirt from the sides of his jeans, it doesn’t help much. Silas can see the shine of tears in his eyes but he doesn’t say anything.

“It doesn’t matter right now, just — you can be confused later, I just, I need your help, please.”

*

The quarantines didn’t last as long as the failing government hoped. The neighbourhoods stayed sealed off for a few weeks, maybe a couple months but people started getting antsy. Families were being ripped apart day after day, people were being pulled from their houses kicking and screaming and driven off to a separate location. Silas always heard them promise to come back. They never did.

It was the middle of night when quarantines all over the city broke. It started in center and made it way out into the country like a drop of rain in an otherwise still pond.

When Silas made his way out of his old neighbourhood he didn’t recognize anything. Bodies littered the street in piles, circular holes decorating their foreheads. Blood stained the sidewalks, the smell from the rotting flesh had him gagging. He threw up several times before he made it into the city, the sun never coming out to greet him.

*

“My help?” Silas asks, the gun shakes slightly in his grip. “How— Why do you need my help?”

The boy takes a step forward and rips the gun from Silas’ freezing fingers, he quickly tucks it into the back of his pants and Silas is left unarmed in a situation where he would rather not be. The boy takes a step forward and twists the fabric of Silas’ jacket between his hands.

“Stop sputtering, Jesus.” His grip tightens and Silas can see the bright red hair peeking out from underneath his dark beanie. It wasn’t the natural red, the soft kind, it was candy red, the type that stained your tongue and stuck to your molars in the heat of the summer day. “Can you talk normally for five seconds— you sound like you’re a child and I’m younger than you.”

Silas stares at him, both of them breathing heavy. Their mingled breaths the only sound on the desolate street other than the light patter of rain. His shoe squeaks against the wet cobblestone, the sound gets lost in the wind. The boy raises an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing on his bloodied lips. Silas’ eye twitches and before he can even blink he has the boy pressed against the closet wall, his head landing with a thump against the bricks.

“Listen kid,” Silas snarls, “I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time to help you, there’s effing undead people walking around our streets trying to eat us, trying to rip up apart and eat our tendons and fucking — our fucking brains like Christmas dinner.”

The boy jerks in Silas’ grip, his teeth snarled. “Don’t call me kid.” There’s a light click sound and then Silas feels his gun being pushed harshly into his stomach.

“You’re gonna shoot me?” He asks

“Maybe.”

Silas laughs. “Maybe? That doesn’t sound very convincing.” Silas moves forward, the gun digging further into his skin.

“Shoot me then, do it, you think I enjoy living like this? No — i’m, we’re not even living we’re just surviving. There’s really no point in staying alive, we all fool ourselves into thinking things will get better, that there will be a cure — but there won’t be.”

The boy’s eyes widen slightly, “Yes, yes, there will be — that’s why I need your help.”

“What?”

The gun falls from his hands and it clatters to the wet ground. “Listen— listen, okay, your mom — she’s dead right? She killed herself? I don’t know why I’m asking, you already know that and I already know that but, she left you something right? A note?”

Silas takes a step back, his heart climbing up the ridges of his throat at the mention of her, his hand flying to his pocket. “How do you know about that?”

The boy doesn’t offer an answer, instead he tackles him to the ground, hands digging into his pockets, searching under his coat. Silas kicks at the smaller man’s from but he sticks to him like glue. THey tumble across the floor, both their clothes getting soaked and muddied.

“Aha!” The boy exclaims victoriously, his grabby hands clasped firmly around the small piece of paper. Silas reaches forward to grab it back but the boy pins his arm down with his boot. “This note, it’s important — you’re important Silas.”

“Wh—”

“Don’t say what, Jesus, just listen to me.” He presses down harder into Silas’ arm and he cries out. “Your mother worked for Watson Labs, they worked on vaccinations and all this other scientific shit. She told you that, you knew all that, blah blah. But there’s something she didn’t tell you, something that was eating her up inside.”

Silas stares up at him, wide-eyed.

“Your mom jumped off that building because she couldn’t live with herself anymore, because she had just killed everyone she knew.” His voice is quieter now, his eyes darting around, checking their surroundings. “Your mom did this to us.”

The rain stops for a moment, and for a second Silas thinks that it’s stopped but he blinks and it starts up again, harder and colder than before. He jerks his body under the boy’s weight and he falls off of him, into a puddle that had formed at Silas feet. Lightning cracks in the sky above them and Silas can’t hear anything but the contact between the rain and the concrete, like whip making contact with vulnerable flesh.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Silas yells, his voice almost getting lost in the storm. “She wouldn’t have done that.”

“She did!” The boy yells back, his red hair sticking against his forehead. The dye runs down his face, mingles with the blood that had caked onto his jaw. “She did this Silas, but that’s why I need your help. You can fix it.”

Another lightning bolt cracks, illuminating the small alley they’re occupying. The boy is standing a few feet in front of him, his dark clothes hanging heavily off of his small frame. There’s a bruise under his right eye that Silas can’t remember giving him.

“How?”

The boy holds up the piece of paper that he stole from him, and even in this weather it remains almost completely dry. “This is how.”

[fauxhammerblog]

Cheap DIY Dice Tray in 15 steps

Welcome to the new year everyone, let's hope 2017 is a great year for all hobbyists (well, for everyone really, but you guys are my favourite people ;) ). 

As an aside - My hobbying resolution is write ad write the ultimate beginners guide in 2017 by compiling a huge amount of resources and knowledge from across the internet into one easily digestible guide for newcomers/returners. As I have been away from this hobby for over 16 years, coming back was so daunting. When pro's write guides, I find that sometimes they are so far disconnected from the introduction to miniature war-games they're speaking a different language to what beginners would even understand. Hopefully with my former knowledge (of what's important) and my recent re-introduction I feel I'm in a great place to write in a way that's more directed at beginners. Essentially miniature wargaming 101. (I may even move away from this blog to a separate website dedicated to Miniature wargaming info)

I'll be looking for help from people in the the community for this mammoth task, so if you are interested in helping staff build a community resource, comment or drop me a line and I'll be in touch.

Anyway, on with the post. If like me you got some new games for Xmas or you have some old ones you play on the tabletop. I've found a dice tray is a fantastic tool to stop you hitting your mini's or getting rolls that land on the edge of something. to keep games fair too, we've instigated the rule that the dice must hit a side of the tray to be counted. Just to avoid anyone trying to do trick roll and get what they want every time. 

Shortly after having my first ever game of Space Hulk, I realised a Dice Tray would be useful to stop my dice from knocking minis, landing at odd angles against the board, falling off the table and would just be a generally cool thing to have. (sorry if you don't like the colour, but in case you can't tell by the blog theme, I like Black and Orange) You can make this in pretty much any colour you like (so long as you're happy with the frame in Black or White, or you want to paint it.

I usually turn to eBay for all of my hobby supplies, 2 reasons. one is that it is normally the cheapest place to pick up supplies and tools, and 2 is that if you click my links and make a purchase, eBay will pay me for the referral. Yes, I'm making some money (like £3 a week) from this site, but at least I'm not bullshitting you about it. Anyway, this time eBay failed me! Search for Dice Tray and you're looking at £15 minimum. It's not too bad, but the quality of the cheapest items did not seem worth £15 to me. So, with a little ingenuity, I decided to make one, and doing this meant I could have a decent sized tray in the colours I wanted. The best part is it cost me less than £5 and I managed to make this on Boxing Day, that includes going out and buying the parts. Dice Trays on eBay After the Jump, I'll show you how to make one for yourself for less than £5 (£10 if you get the components online).

First you want to pick up the parts, there are only 2 things you need (and some consumable items you probably already have)

Ikea Ribba Frame 23cm x 23 cm

(It's about £7.50 on eBay, which is daft as it's only £3.50 in store for Black or White)

Luckily for me, I live this close to an IKEA, i can be from my front door to theirs in less than 3 minutes if I run (I don't run, it took 5 minutes).

Coloured Felt, 

You can pick this up in packs from a few places, I just pulled 2 sheets out of a large multi coloured pack, they are about the same size (area) as a normal sheet of writing paper, the ones you want are about 1mm thick. Just have a close look at the pictures of what you're buying as some of the stuff is thin (as in you can see through it, it's still technically 1mm thick) you don't want this stuff. If this costs more than £1 / £1.50 you're paying too much.

The rest of what you need I'll assume you have but I'll list it so you can get it ready;

PVA Glue

An old, fairly large brush (for applying PVA)

X-Acto Knife or generic Craft Knife

Fabric Scissors

Coarse Sand Paper

I used 2000 grit as it was right next to me in my supplies box as I was doing this, but you ideally want something more coarse, like 80.

Model Clamps (optional)

Super cool option, get some Felt Transfer Paper and make a cool design you can Iron on to your felt practise this first as the colours may clash or the felt show through when you transfer it. Luckily felt is vey cheap.

Step 1

So, I guess this step is simply to lay out all your parts and clear your work area

Step 2

Open the Photo Frame, take out the backing board (Also take out the Glass, paper and picture Mount/Surround, and bin them, you don't need them) and make sure your felt is big enough, mine was about he size of an A4 sheet of paper and was just big enough, it stretches anyway and the frame will cover a couple of mm on each edge, so if it's just slightly too small, don't worry Note, you could use the glass as a palette, but it's quite thin and has sharp edges, it would probably break and/or cut you at some point. FYI, the GW pot is glue, I just put it in a spare pot after Decanting all my GW paints to Dropper Bottles

Step 3

Cover the whole backing board in PVA Glue, do it quick so it doesn't start to dry, I also had about a 70%-30% mix of PVA Glue to Water to make sure the PVA was smooth. (apply too much or apply it too watery and it will soak through the felt)

Step 4

♬ I have a Backing Board ♬ - ♬ I have some Felt ♬  - ♬ Unghhhh ♬ -  ♬ Felted Backing Board ♬ Literally stick the felt to the backing board, I did it he other way up than shown in the image, then flipped it over. by doing it this way I was able to smooth out the felt so that I had no creases. and keep my eye out for any glue coming through. Give it 10 minutes so the glue starts to set, then flip it over. put something flat and heavy on it. I used a dinner matt and a fruit bowl. this is just to hold it in place. leave this a few hours to completely set.

Step 5

The best part of this photo frame is that it is deep and has an inner surround. So, if you want to you can have a photo recessed into the frame so that you have a deep frame. (perfect for decoupage). of you can use this to push the picture and/or mount to the front so that it is directly behind the glass. W're gonna use this inner frame to felt the edges, this is totally optional, but the finished product looks cooler. (you could also use a different colour felt here to contrast the colour of your base)

Step 6

Sanding - As mentioned above, I used 2000 grit sandpaper because I didn't realised I'd need it before I started, the 200 grit was inside in my modelling supplies and my coarse sandpaper was outside in the garage and it was cold, it was Boxing Day and i was in my Pyjamas at 2 in the afternoon. You basically want to take the smooth surface off the inner frame, so essentially key it and give the PVA Glue something to bind to. If you are really desperate you could just cut into it loads with a knife I guess. unless you start carving chunks out, it's still gonna be smooth when you put the felt on. Whatever you do, be gentle as the frame is rather weak.

Step 7

Measure up the felt for the edges, put the frame on tits side over the felt, make sure you have enough to cover the side and come up the edges, I was close in this first pic to not having enough, but, most of this is covered and the Felt stretches.

Step 8

Glue and hold, you see the pegs? don't use these! Put some PVA along the inner side, just as you did with the backing board, don't put it along the edges just yet. Put the felt down, smooth it across the surface of the inner side and find something to hold it in the edges. you want something flat across the whole surface. the gets were too much and left dents in the felt. This mostly brushed out but in some cases it let the PVA Glue soak through and now there's a hard patch. you cant tell in the final pics and anyone who sees this in person probably wont know, but I know and it pisses me off! If you had something flat to sit over the felt and spread the surface area pressure, you could peg or clamp that in place and jump onto the next step, otherwise, wit for this to dry. Your only putting glue on one edge, you may have some overlapping felt going up the other side, you can trim this later.

Step 9

Do the opposite side, if you aren't pegging (oh the lolz), you may want to wait for first side to almost fully dry before you do this step

Step 10

Make sure its dry and trim the excess going up the edges, one side should be one solid piece of felt, we are having all the joins in the corners. Use an X-Acto Knife or Craft Knife to trim right into the corners

Step 11

Glue the third edge, trim this as you apply it now, use your X-Acto Knife or Craft Knife. you can now push this into the corners as the felt has a little stretch to it, make it neat in the corners get it nice and smooth then clamp it in place until it dries

Step 12

We've done the same thing now for three steps, I'm going to leave the instructions for this step open to your own interpretation, but basically get the felt on the final edge.

Once this is dry, trim all the edges so that you have enough felt for the overlapping sides but not much more or it wont fit back in the outer frame.

Step 13

Trim the backing board, if you left all the inner frame edges to dry, the backing board is definitely dry by now. trim this as close to the edge of the actual board as you can with no overlap.

Step 14

Put some glue on the edges of the inner frame (on the side that will be closest to front of the the outer frame) and fold over the remaining felt, you can clamp it here if you want but the pressure of closing the frame up will be enough to hold it in place as it dries. As you push the inner frame into the outer frame, use something like a ruler to push the felt into the crease so that it is neat. Also, confusingly, I have put the felted Backing Board beneath the frame here, it looks like i've put it in the frame, I haven't, I just sat the frame on it as I took the photo.

Step 15

Apply glue to the inner edge of the inner frame (the edge facing the rear) and fold over the felt, Put the backing board back in and again use something flat like a ruler to tuck the felt into the edge as you press down. Use the frames clips to hold the backing board in place and wait for it to dry, but you can now pretty much use it as it is drying.

Now, Roll some dice! any guesses from anyone what set these dice are from?

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