#i'm not into lolita fashion but i like the framing of this one!

[electrosquash]

[bernardisgross]

Bim bam boum ! Here's the whole comic i drew for Crossroads @zine--garden , a zine focused one showing and sharing love for Hunter x Hunter ^^

I chose to focus on my two favorite teachers !!!

Bonus, making of & talk in the read more⬇

I was very happy to be able to participate and even more happy to finally share a headcanon i've had for years about Bisky and Wing's meeting.

I don't know how clear it is but basically, Wing is a young nen user who happens to have been taken in by a big criminal family. The boss is using his abilities to forge precious gems from cheap materials, passing them as precious gems he bought for his collection. As a renown collector, he also sells the gems and makes tons of money from it. As Wing's skills become sharper though, his forged gems become more and more precious, making it difficult to tell them apart from real ones.

Having sold a good gem in a batch of "bad" ones, the boss is trying to get it back, framing his client as a thief. He calls for Bisky (a "young" hunter with a good resume) planning to trick her into committing insurance fraud in his place. Unfortunately, she's got a better eye than he thought, and asks for the good gem as compensation.

Feeling antsy about his money, the boss accepts, already planning to get rid of her once the job is done.

Bisky can sense the residual nen from Wing the moment she meets him, that's why she demands he comes with her. She wants to make sure at first that this is a normal child in the wrong place rather than the boss's actual associate.

Making him her disciple just came along the way because she honestly didn't know what to do with that kid LOL but didn't want to return him to a bad place. Also, she saw his potential. Here's a rejected final page (rejected bc I couldn't tie the text properly and wasn't very happy with the visual) where it's a bit clearer that she's got back with the good gem and values it a lot BECAUSE it was made by Wing. (also metaphor, analogy blabla)

I love teachers/masters in stories, i love that trope so much!! It's always so interesting to me to have someone older and wiser share their knowledge with the young waiting for nothing in return. Nurturing and loving, becoming a support with the only satisfaction to witness the growth and blossoming of someone else. I think it's so beautiful to help others in this way, to give a little of yourself with kindness.

I think if touches on other tropes i'm sensitive to like found family etc... So of course, i've loved Bisky & Wings for a looong time, and i'm even more obsessed with the fact they're on the same line of teachers 🥺💕

I was always curious about how they could have met and what could have moved Bisky to take him under ... her ..................... wing.....🔥🔥🔥 lol... anyways !!! I went full indulgence and comics are not my thing at all so if you've enjoyed it, i'm very very, very blessed and happy ^^ !!!

I've also included a rejected sketch of the cover with big Bisky :3

and here's a look at all her outfits !! I love Lolita alt fashion soo much, i do tend to latch onto characters who dress like this... and love making my own outfits for them too !!!

I also made a sticker of Palm for the merch bundles !!

Thank you so much if you've picked up Crossroads, it was great from the start !! I'm so lucky and so grateful to @/gachahugs and all the contributors for having me ^^ !! thank you thank you !

[grenade-maid]

Honestly been really drawn to crossdressing romance manga the last few years. The fact there is such a focus on passing, anxiety over what the other partner might think or feel, the satisfaction of presenting in ways that feel good, the joy of being loved and desired in different forms, and the generally kind of weird funny fluid nature of gender and attraction all feel very relatable to me in ways that Yuri, and even Western lesbian and trans comics don't always reflect. "Is this gay or straight? Am I gay for this? Are *they* gay for this? Whatever is going on here it's not *not* gay and either way I'm committed" is a pretty unique mix of emotions familiar to my bi trans experience after all lol. Unfortunately most of them range from merely sucking to nuclear weapons grade hateful, so it's pretty rare to find a good one.

These pages really made me happy though. These two don't really get along as coworkers, but are immediately head over heels goofy eyed when encountering each other having genders in their off time (at this point neither recognizes the other or knows their gender). Cause like, I've had that experience SO many times where someone got under my skin, and then years later we run into each other after figuring some shit out and suddenly we're like irresistibly magnetized.

(Note: The term Lolita used here refers specifically to the style of fashion, and has no sexual connotations)

A lot of these manga are written in a very "That's Really a Guy!?!?!?!?!?" frame, but a surprising number even among the shitty ones don't seem to really ascribe much in the way of that like, meaning a whole lot. That's Really A Guy?? But she has effectively completely socially transitioned and is known, loved, and desired as a woman, I dunno, feels pretty trans to me, complete with the scrutiny, misgendering, and gags at her expense that I've known in my life. Being Really A Guy seems to lose very much meaning in that instance. Which is comforting to me as someone who works a public facing role and constantly gets gendered and perceived in weird ways that don't match who I am.

Are these intended to be read so charitably? I don't know, and I also don't really care. That hasn't stopped us from reading transness in Lain or Evangelion, or reading Dungeon Meshi as a lesbian love story has it?

[20dollarlolita]

Steal this look:

Recently, I've been feeling the need to build a few more easy and cheap lolita tutorials. In the interest of getting back to the budget lolita roots, I thought it was time to give this old post a remake:

[image caption: Family came over and I didn't want to leave my room so I made a headband with hot glue. Posted 8 years ago on Jan 3, 2015]

So, today I made a headband with hot glue. I didn't take pictures, but here's a rough run through of what I used, so you can make one too:

a 2" wide headband, which seem to run about $8, which is a lot more than I expected. Inflation's a bitch. Going to have to change the blog to 50dollarlolita to keep up.

This project did not remotely take 54 yards of cluny lace, but honestly if you're going to make handmade lolita, you should buy 54 yards of cluny lace. (I have not bought from this listing, but it looks pretty legit). If we math it out per yard, it used about 40 cents worth of lace.

I have actually bought this ribbon in multiple colors. Once again, it's a really good thing to have on hand if you make lolita. If you only buy one color, I recommend buying the color that you can use for the back lacing of most of the dresses you own. Those ribbons always seem to get lost when I do laundry, and it's also an easy way to pick a color that you'll use for accessories. $6 for 100 yards comes out to about 12 cents worth of ribbon.

I can't begin to fully articulate how valuable having trims available is for making handmade lolita. Lolita fashion is all about putting as many details into a garment as you can tastefully add, and being able to "Oh, this would be nice to have a ribbon! Oh, this would be nice with a line of lace!" can really help you push your designs to the right level of detail.

Fake flower heads and leaf ribbon. I almost didn't include the leaf ribbon in this list, but I think it really added something. I don't find a ton of need for this in lolita fashion, but it seems the smallest amount you can buy is like 20 yards. (I actually got my flowers and leaf ribbon from a cheap flower crown, but it seems you have to buy the flower crowns in packs of 10, making it more expensive than getting the components).

The flowers that I have on my headband came with a little felt tab on the back, which made them easier to glue. It might be worth it to glue a felt strip onto the plastic stem, and then glue that onto the headband.

I'm not going to count the selvedge edge of the fabric that i had lying around. You probably also have fabric scraps lying around.

Assembly strategy is a little bit up to you, but here's my thoughts:

I wrapped the headband with a scrap of fabric, and then wrapped ribbon around that in the other direction. In addition to looking nice, I think that wrapping in opposite directions is going to make the fabric wrap stronger. The front ruffle is just a 1.5-2" wide lace (I didn't measure) that was sloppily pleated. Each pleat was tacked down with hot glue.

To cover the sloppy pleats, I stuck a piece of lace over the pleated edge. This smoothed things out, and I believe that will also help reduce damage to the ruffle. The lace here is beading lace, which is intended for you to weave a ribbon through. The only ribbon I had was too wide, so I just glued the beading on top and hoped no one would notice. Spoiler alert: no one did.

What I've noticed on these kinds of accessories is that they need two things to feel complete: they need some kind of element to frame the face and make the headband visible from the front, and they need a large accessory at each ear. This isn't universally true for all substyles, but I've found that in general, it's what I shoot for.

I had an old flower crown from a party, so i just cut some roses and leaves off that crown and stuck them on the sides. I added some little ribbon bows to help sell the "this is not me cheating at beading lace" illusion.

(If you're looking for inspiration for doing this without a ruffle or a side focus, and you don't know where to start looking, I'd start with Innocent World and Moi Meme Moitie).

If you're buying ALL the components listed here, so buying all 50+ yards of lace and 100 yards of ribbon, it's going to be $37. This is a lot, but it's cheaper than a taobao headdress once you factor in shipping. If we only count the cost of what will be used in the headband, it comes out to about $13. I really cannot express enough how much having lace and ribbon on hand will improve your handmade lolita life, so if you're looking for an excuse to buy a lot of lace, here's your excuse.

And that's it! Put it on your head and you're good to go out into the world!

I think this is a great improvement over the one I made 8 years ago, although the other one did a better job at avoiding my family.

Just a quick note about building with hot glue: less is more. It's easier to hid small dots than to hide big long lines. Get a silicone thimble and really push your glued material into the glue (note: i live on the edge and just lick my finger and smooth it down, and I get burned a lot). The more texture an item has, the more likely it'll glue well. How your piece is structured will impact its longevity, so think about the strongest possible way to construct something. And if you don't like hot glue, but still want to make this, my suggestion would be to use Aleen's Super Fabric Adhesive and letting it cure between steps. My other hot glue advice is that if your design is a mess, good construction won't save you, and if your glue is a mess, good design won't save you. So this is a case where hot glue is already saving you 96 hours of cure time, so respect it and be careful.

I made this to coordinate with this dress, because the dress has some pretty modern elements like the rose trim and the sleeves, that want to push it into being a very extravagant dress, but it also don't have enough room to be very poofy (not that I'm wearing a petticoat anyway, but y'all know what I mean). I don't know how to articulate the difference between silky polyester lolita dresses and old cotton twill lolita dresses, but this is definitely better with the silky poly than the cotton twill.

[soubiapologist]

i want to talk about the way splash art is utilized in loveless and the like. idk, for lack of a better term "eroticization" of ritsuka in them because i think it's really interesting. my close friend who i'm reading alongside noted that the difference between the images in the actual text and the images in the splash art were notably different in framing, whereas the art in the actual story tends to be extremely tame for the subject matter being portrayed though it's more...... More in the beginning few volumes before yun kouga was fully enmeshed with the characters and universe so i think some waffling on tone is acceptable to some degree, but in contrast to the contextless splash pages which are definitely..... framed in a certain way.

one of the things i find so interesting is that this exists nowhere else that i have found in yun kouga's oeuvre. it's not part of her typical style, and i also think it's very interesting that it's only ritsuka who is drawn like this. like all of the characters get stupid outfits to some degree and i think part of it is that yun kouga is interested in bondage as like. High Fashion (TM) and her blorbos just happen to be 12 in this case and not thinking TOO hard about it, but ritsuka is the only one who is really engulfed in that framing, the character for the threat of CSA hangs over them the most (and is upon indeed sometimes enacted) is portrayed in this almost lolita-esque fashion, demure, exposed.... innocent and encroached, all at once. there are plenty of lolita (book) covers that indulge in this as well.

what is the intention of splash art? promotional value, sure, but also, it places the contents of the work in a quick, easily recognizable context-- a romcom might have a picture of the characters doing something silly or wholesome or bickering, an action manga might have an excerpt from an action setpiece, an ecchi manga might have the character prone and blushing or winking towards the camera.... what is it that loveless's splash art is invoking?

something interesting about the framing is that ritsuka is never presented to the observer quite as a full object, not entirely-- he will scowl at the camera and look angsty, but not blush submissively, he will exist pensively in these accoutrements but he doesn't indulge the viewer to linger for any reason other to examine the garments and the way he is dressed, or rather the way he has been intentionally dressed, his pose, and the way he is posed does not draw the eye to any particular area of the body; the image begs you to examine its parts and when there is nothing to find it asks you to examine its whole. the full image of ritsuka, a child, laid out for you to observe and consume, but what is it exactly that you are consuming? in my opinion, one is consuming the context. one is consuming the idea that they are going to be made uncomfortable by these subjects and accepting that.

[aoao-atuto]

【企画公募展】ぎゃらりぃ あと　少女の夢をまとう　exhibition "Wear a Girl's Dream"

グループ展参加の告知をさせていただきます!

この度、ぎゃらりぃ あと様にて2023/6/7(水)〜2023/6/11(日)の期間で行われるぎゃらりぃ あと様主催の企画公募展「少女の夢をまとう」に参加させていただきます！

「ロリィタ・ファッション」をテーマとした企画展で、種類は問わず可愛らしいロリィタ・ファッションがテーマの作品展��なります。 フリッフリのフリルやリボン(なお同期間、別室でリボンがテーマの企画公募展の行われてます)、その他可愛いもので埋め尽くされた会期になると思います!

今回は創作シリーズの探偵乙女シリーズ、和風ロリィタ一本でそろえてみました。…というか超改造着物みたいになっちゃったけど大丈夫よね?

今回は

A4の新作1点(￥35,000 額縁込み) F1の新作1点(￥10,000 額縁込み) A5の新作1点(￥7,000 額縁込み)

ハガキ大の新作3点(各1点ずつ￥3,000 額縁なし)

を展示させていただきます。

また、旧作まみれのポストカード9種類(1枚￥150)も販売いたします。こちらに関しては2020年製作のもの1種類を除き、残りはすべて販売を終了する予定です。ぼちぼち作れてない作品のポストカード、作りたいなぁ。

ほかの方々の素晴らしい作品もたくさん展示されますので、ぜひ興味のある方はお越しください！ (まぁ、偉そうに言える立場じゃないけど…(´・ω・`)) ※会場での感染症対策等、詳細な情報は下記の公式HPからご確認お願いいたします。 　参加したグループ展の会場でどなたかがどんな病気になっても悲しいので…

詳細はこちらから!(主催ギャラリー様HP　会期自体の詳細は次回の展示　よりご確認ください)

I'm pleased to announce our participation in the group exhibition!

I'm pleased to announce that I'll participate in the exhibition "Wear a Girl's Dream" at Gallery Ato from 6/7/2023 (Wed) to 6/11/2023 (Sun)!

The theme of the exhibition is "Lolita fashion," and the works will be cute Lolita fashions of any kind. The exhibition will be filled with frilly ruffles, ribbons (there is also a ribbon-themed exhibition going on in another room during the same period), and other cute things!

This time, we have a creative series of Detective Otome series and Japanese-style Lolita. I mean, it looks like a super-modified kimono, but it's okay, right?

This time

One new A4 work (35,000 yen including frame) One new work of F1 (￥10,000 including frame) One new A5 work (7,000 yen including frame)

Three new postcard-size works (￥3,000 each, unframed)

will be exhibited.

I'll also sell 9 types of postcards (￥150 each) covered with old works. I plan to close the sale of all remaining postcards, except for one postcard produced in 2020. I would like to make postcards of the works I have not made yet.

There will be many wonderful works by other exhibitors, so if you are interested, please come and see them! (Well, I am not in a position to say so, but…) *Please refer to the official website below for more detailed information, including infection control measures at the venue. 　I'll be sad if anyone gets any kind of illness at the venue of the group exhibition, I participated in…

For more information, please visit the following website!(HP of the organizing gallery Please check the details of the exhibition itself from the next exhibition)

[rajanilefreak]

Got the inexplicable urge to scream about Cat Street (manga version) after so many years so I'm gonna scream about it like my life depended on it just because.

Attention for spoilers. So, can I just say how sad any adaptation of the manga to other medium I found always fucks with it in some way? Some of the things I like most about the manga are precisely what's either changed or 'sanitized'.

So what's it about? Here's the most spoiler free version of it I can give you: There's this shut in former child actress teen. She had lived under a lot of pressure from her mother and then had something happen to her that made it so she felt incapable of acting due to trauma. And because she was rather well known, she was constantly being confronted by it, hence the shut in part. The story is about how she stops being a shut in and eventually goes back to acting and a building decorated with cat statues on the roof and with several quirky characters inside is at the center of it.

Now for spoilerish things that I like about the manga. It has what I call the 'obvious male protag love interest that she's totally going to end up with' character... but she doesn't actually end up with him. Like, the whole story he feels like the sort of guy the girl ends up with in any shoujo. There's also the other male character 'that you sort of root for but know she's not going to end up with because he's not shoujo protag enough compared to the other'. That's who she ends up with. What i like is that the romantic tension between those two in very on the downlow. like, you can feel they have chemestry and like the thought of them together but don't actually think they will. So it's very rewarding when they do end up together.

BUT that whole tension of the plot gets lost when you write away the 'obvious male protag' and replace him with a new filler character just so that you can focus on the actual male lead and hyping him up more. And I understand why they did that, but it ruins it for me. They whole point was that he wasn't the typical male protag, that there was a very obvious one that also liked her there but that she didn't have to end up with him. Removing the love rival and hyping up the end game to protag levels breaks the specialness of the whole thing. It was understated but it was theirs and that made it perfect.

Then there was what was my favorite moment in the manga that gets retconned immediately. There was, back then, this preconception of 'female protags of a shoujo can never to any wrong. if they do it's by accident and they definitely got in over their head and have to get rescued by the male character.' sort deal. And while i can enjoy that to a certain extent, I enjoy far more female characters that are more proactive and actually do stuff and don't need to be rescued all of the time. The main character is a girl that is undersocialized due to being a shut in. that means the she is perfectly capable of going feral mode in defense of the very first female friend she makes in years that she can trust not to stab her in the back.

So picture this (and this is very spoiler of the scene in question): best friend in incredibly sad because she got rejected by the guy she liked over her aesthetic fashion of goth lolita. but that's not all. he and his freinds had gone out of their way to humiliate her. Now our girl is pissed. that's her best friend! she gonna get some serious revenge because she is that ride or die over it.

So, she studies the guy, see's the sort of girl he's into, uses her acting skills to lure him into going on a date with her, purposefully chooses a sort of isolated park and, when she feels like it's time, she humiliates him right back. but our girl isn't dumb, She knew he would lash out and retaliate. She was ready for him to retaliate. she called the cops in advance because she knew he would try to retaliate. she gets him framed for attempted sexual assault and arrested. Is it wrong since he didn't actually do it (arguably might not have even tried to do anything since the police interrupted him mid lashing out over the humiliation part)? Yes! But she knows that. She feels bad about it to an extent. She ruined his life over humiliating her friend. BUT at least it was something she chose for herself and she was actually smart about it from start to finish. Even the help she got from the police officers couldn't be categorized as damseling her because she planed that. She is the protag but she doesn't need to be a perfect innocent. it's actually more realistic that she isn't considering her past.

First friend that wont backstab her gets hurt unnecessarily? Feral rage more engaged!!!

After that she talks to endgame guy about it. she's remorsefull and needs to let it out and he's there for her. doesn't recriminate her or anything for her plan, just supports her.

What does the adaptation do? welp, clearly she's too innocent of the ways of the world to realize that it's stupid to confront the guy who had no trouble humiliating her friend in a deserted park at night. cops who? don't know her! Girl obvs too dumb to plan ahead for anything. Now let's make endgame guy be the one to actually call the cops after realizing her plan and rescue her at the last moment. Oh and because we can't make any of the lead have less than perfect moments, lets make the guy actually be a rapist.

why did they pic this manga to adapt if they don't like what makes it unique? That would be like taking Ed from FMA and changing any moment he is pure genius into a typical male shonen protag that only does smart thigns by accident, eats a lot, is eternally cheerfull and mostly dumb but with a ton of 'power of frindship' tossed in for extra shounen protag-ness.

so in conclusion. I like the Cat Street manga and honestly believe it deserved better. And I hope to re-read it once i have time for it amidst everything I'm doing.

[uwua3]

Hello! I'm a new follower and I just love your writing so far!! You're really good at depicting The Whole Scene™ so you made me love my favs even more 😳 It's like my heart melts when I get to the extra soft parts 💖 If it's alright, may I request some fluffy hcs of Banri and/or Juza with a soft/baby-ish s/o who likes cute things? Or in general an s/o who's kind of opposite to either of them 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you! 💞

hi!!! welcome to my writing blog~ :D i’m so happy you said that 🥺 (i appreciate the trademark no Suing in this household) i’m so glad when it gets soft it makes your heart go 💕💞💓💗💖💘💝 always feel like that!!! i’d be more than honored to baby the two tough boys of autumn~ they are secretly Baby no i do not take criticism but you’re welcome!!!

summary: this is the one time major misunderstandings work out for the best

warnings: swearing

author’s note: hello, everyone~ it’s been 4 days since i last posted a fic TT i’m so sorry!!! i hope this makes up for the absence~ it’s a bit long! please love banri and juza with all your heart ♡ fair warning, i design both readers to have dresses on but everything else is gender–neutral :D

word count: 6,482 (total) — 3,532 (banri), 2,950 (juza)

music: liar liar – oh my girl (banri), just right – got7 (juza)

sugar, spice, and everything nice!

🍁🥇 settsu banri

banri was thrifting and saw the most god–awful, terrible piece of clothing he had ever had the misfortune of seeing in his life

it was a bublegum pink sailor uniform esque shirt, embellished with the most pastel ribbons and lacy accessories ever, and was decorated to put harajuku to shame

“who the hell would want to buy this shit?” banri muttered to himself, holding it up to grimance at the girly details that hang from the ugliest shirt he had ever came across. before he could put it back to hide amongst the clothing rack, a gentle, barely noticeable tap on his shoulder made banri turn his head with a glare

“what—” banri’s eyes widened, his jaw slightly dropping. oh my god, if there was a human embodiment of the fucking shirt he was holding, you would literally be it

you were nervously smiling at him, clad in a pastel pink lolita–styled dress, with even more bows at the corset bodice and ruffles at your poofy skirt. you had the largest singular lace bonnet in your curled hair and adorned the biggest, widest circular glasses (they had to be fake). you clasped your hands together with a high–pitched laugh, banri wanted to disappear and never come back to the store again

how could people like you just exist? you walked around like a doll everyday and for what? banri looked down at his clothing for a second, all black again. maybe, he shouldn’t be talking if he was like death everyday...

“sorry~ but are you interested in that shirt?” you asked cutely, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at banri. he blinked, not realizing he was still holding the fashion industry’s worst abonimation as he quickly tossed it towards you, not bothering to check if you even caught it

“no, bye.” banri forced out, moving from the aisle to leave the godforsaken pastels and bright colors. it was all giving him a headache, there was no way this color spectrum ever existed to someone and they liked it. everybody move over because banri was gonna puke

banri flipped through more clothes, pushing through the racks with ease, trying to push the mental image of pink out of his mind until something landed on his head

quickly pulling it off with a scowl, banri deadpanned at the shirt. pink, sailor uniform, ugly ribbons and bows, check. it was that shirt again... what the—

you stood next to him, with the most angelic smile possible despite the passive aggressive look in your eyes. banri noticed your hair was slightly messed up, that he must’ve done something. he never thought he’d fight a pastel lolita in the middle of one of his favorite thrift stores, but here he was, glaring down at you like it was a big deal

“what do you want?!” banri cursed, about to throw the shirt back to you before you forced it in his hands, surprising him with the amount of force your short self managed to produce. you smiled even bigger, and banri suddenly knew he couldn’t cause a scene because no one believe him if you started a fight

“let me pick your clothes!” you offered, yet there was no room for disagreement. oh god, this was revenge for screwing up your look, wasn’t it? banri blanked again, about to tell you to fuck off before he called security (yeah, security on the most non–threatening person here), before you shoved another outfit into his arms

“go change! i want to see you in it!” you insisted, banri’s eye twitched as he took in the colors. all various shades of pink... you did know there were other colors right?

maybe it was because he knew you would start a scene if he didn’t try, but banri mumbled something about annoying people and their loud fashion sense before slipping into a dressing room. you clapped when banri begrudgingly agreed to it, pissing him off even more

(you didn’t know why you were forcing this stranger to be pastel for once. one look at his all–black attire and you felt a part of your soul die for a second)

when you heard the most dragged–out, emphasized swear behind the door, you knew you had to see it

“are you okay in there~?” you asked, waiting patiently outside with a devious smile. revenge was sweet, you almost forgot about how that shirt had messed up your hairstyle for the day

(banri suddenly regretted ever messing with you, you were the devil in pink)

“i know we just met, but fuck you.” banri deadpanned, stepping out from behind the curtain with the resignation of a quitter. you threw your hands over your mouth, stifling your snickers as you observed him top to bottom, wondering how you even fathomed such a creation

banri stood before you in the same sailor shirt, ribbons and bows alike, that somehow fit him. you had given him basic pink shorts that clased with his giant black boots (he made a stomping sound whenever he walked)

“i hate this, i am never wearing this again.” banri admitted without difficulty, expecting you to go away so he could shop in peace but you giggled, nodding in satisfaction at your mistake. he couldn’t believe it, he was embarrassing himself and sacrificing his dignity just because some moral conscious was aware he probably ruined part of your fit

“i’ll buy it for you!” you said and banri pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing with so much exhaustion even though it was the afternoon. is this how sakyo felt dealing with three kids all day? banri was this close to calling him up just to apologize for all the batshit crazy things he’s done

“no.” banri stated, not offering an explanation before turning around, about to head back into the dressing room before you stopped him, pouting your lips with a stubborn look

“come on! why not? i’ll do anything!” you pleaded, giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes as you kept repeating “please~” loudly. banri was about to tell you off before he noticed the store customers glancing at the odd duo, groaning before he rubbed his face

“anything?” banri asked, realizing his mischevious smirk was back on his face as you narrowed your eyes at him, wondering what the hell he was planning

when you hesitantly nodded, banri wolfishly grinned as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms and looking down at you (you would’ve burst into laughter at how banri tried to look intimidating in pink if you weren’t too plagued by your surprise at his sudden attitude change)

“okay, let me pick your next outfit.” banri said and you winced at the memory of his previous outfit, considering your options before shaking his hand, knowing whatever was about to happen would be one for your social media

it only took about two hours before you actually agreed to try anything on banri picked. it was all animal print, mismatched neon colors, and flannel. you refused every single time he held anything up, bruising banri’s ego even further

“jesus, you have no taste.” banri complained, just wanting to see the most pastel person he’s seen wear something normal for once. you two bickered easily, fighting like there was no tomorrow and warranting nervous glances from the store employees (who nearly alerted security when they saw you almost knock over a whole display chasing after banri)

finally, banri chose something you wouldn’t be caught dead in. it was close to what he had before, a black turtleneck with a silver–zip bomber jacket. he was nice enough to choose a black pleated skirt for you to wear with black oxford that had 3d white daisies

you actually liked it, believe it or not

in return, you adjusted your pick for him (much to banri’s relief when he muttered “thank god” as you put the pink sailor shirt back). you adjusted the theme to be a mixture of black & pink, picking a pink sweater with a black stitched heart surrounded by lace that read “i’ll kill you” and a pink button down underneath. you let him wear basic black pants (just so he wouldn’t have actually killed you) and found the cutest pink sneakers with black shoelaces!

by the time both of you finished, banri didn’t seem as mad and actually nodded at your choices

“not bad, punk.” banri joked as you swatted at his arm, ignoring the way he rolled his eyes at your antics. you two made your way into opposite changing rooms and went out at the same time, staring at each other wide–eyed for about three seconds before banri pushed his finger in the center of your forehead with a smirk

“see! you don’t look as bad now.” banri winked as you nearly kicked him, rubbing your forehead with a frown. you two fought all the way to the cash register, paying for each other’s new outfits as you wore them out the door, holding your originals in a bag

“happy now? gotta go or else my friends are gonna kill me.” banri rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pant pockets as he was about to go the opposite way. you grabbed his sleeve, impatiently shoving your phone in his face as he adjusted to seeing his own pissed off expression stare back at him

“you have to take a picture with me!” you insisted, your bubbly demeanor really not fitting your “goth” approach (courtesy of banri, of course)

banri glared, knowing this wasn’t apart of the deal before you feigned sadness, wrapping your arms around yourself as you looked around like it was really unfortunate

“oh... are you not photogenic? that’s too bad...” you mocked him, pretending to not notice banri’s fists clench as he furrowed his eyebrows. of course he was good at taking photos! he’d show you, alright

“give me your phone.” banri demanded, taking it without a warning and holding it at a distance with an effortlessly cool pose, doing his usual smirk with a casual peace sign

“say ‘worst day ever’.” banri snapped the picture when you got into frame, putting your chin on his shoulder due to your height difference as you smiled cutely, contrasting his entire vibe

when you actually went through the selfies, they were perfect. damn it! of course he was good at everything, including somehow making black look good on you and be the ultimate photographer

“let me tag you, these are actually...” you were about to say something else until you noticed he was walking away, not bothering to say goodbye as you called his name

“yo, banri! what’s your instagram handle?” you yelled, holding your phone up. banri didn’t even look behind him, just throwing up a single middle finger towards you as he turned the corner. what a typical teenage boy

it was so like him, you didn’t even bother chasing after banri as you posted the set of photos you took with him with the caption “worst day ever with this emo punk, someone find him for me”

when banri made it the dorms, he took out his phone for the first time in forever and felt the vibrations. he never got this many notifications, itaru was probably telling him to get online or he’d beat his ass—oh

oh, you didn’t

kazunari (of course it was him) had tagged him in a familiar picture, with too many emoticons and exclamation points to begin with. banri scrolled through the comments, all complimenting his cool face despite being in pink (banri already knew that) and... wait... shipping you two?!

you two were completely different! if you two stood next to each other, you’d be two opposite ends of any spectrum possible. yet, banri couldn’t help but read all the comments on your post, saying how you two looked good together

banri zoomed in on the photo and moved to your face and huh... maybe they were onto something...

banri clicked on your profile and as expected, it was all soft like sanrio personally made it. you were an angel in each of your pictures, posing with stuffed animals, pastel café sweets, and anything that looked like it came out of a kid’s show. banri was scrolling mindlessly, screenshotting some as he slouched on the sofa, exhaling sharply through his nose at some childish pun you had in your captions

when banri was near the beginning of your feed, it had happened. he accidentally tapped too fast (blame it on his gamer hands), liking your picture from years ago

banri paused. after a minute, banri slowly unliked your picture, shut the app, and threw his phone across the room. it landed on the other couch with a thump as banri slid down the seat with the loudest groan ever, covering his face as he refrained from screaming

that’s what he got for stalking your entire fashion page despite hating your style

the damage had been done. you followed him and instantly dm–ed him with the full, unedited selfies of you two

(banri didn’t follow back until like, a month later for no reason other than he was petty)

banri became your immediate go–to fashion guru, believe it or not. moving past his horrific sense of animal print, he actually wasn’t that bad at picking clothes (banri said it was something about growing up with an older sister)

whenever you needed advice on an outfit, you sent him a text and got a response within minutes (the more he hated it, the more you wore it). any time you went to another up and coming clothing store, he was by your side (unwillingly holding your bags with multiple threats). banri even took your pics for your page, pretending like it was a huge nuisance whenever you asked anyone to take a photo (they always came out awful and he claimed he was tired of hearing you whine 24/7)

you and banri’s interest in fashion was the foundation of a competitive and sarcastic friendship that formed between you two. you exaggerated your pink clothes by making sure to be as pastel as possible whenever you hung out with him, and banri made a point to be all–black and dark down to his silver earrings despite the weather

you posted him more and more on your socials despite his style clashing with your feed. your followers seemed to love him, hyping up his coolness even if you two bullied each other in the comments like an old married couple. it was becoming expected to see banri’s account tagged every time you gave him credit for the post (he always used it against you just to make you mad)

over time, when banri went to see you, he didn’t insult your style anymore even if he tried to (his insults were even half–assed). he took your bags on his own accord and acted like they didn’t weigh a thing. he started taking more photos of you on his own phone, like it wasn’t a big deal he had shocks of pastel throughout his rather dark camera roll

banri didn’t know when it happened, but the moment he looked at the pink sweater you bought him the first time he met you and didn’t react, he knew

oh shit, he didn’t hate pink (or you) anymore. he might have even... liked it

(he might have even liked you)

it was nearly closing time, the employee about to close up shop before banri was seen sprinting towards them, barely out of breath as he skidded to a stop near the concerned worker (understandably so, since it was dark and a whole teenager nearly trampled them)

“oh? banri? what are you doing so late?” the employee recognized the regular customer and banri almost threw up at what he was about to request. he took a moment to compose himself before banri sighed, gesturing towards inside the store

“you remember that really ugly pink sailor shirt that is probably a fashion crime?” banri asked and it didn’t take long before the worker nodded, even grimancing at the memory of such a loud shirt

“yes, no one is really willing to buy it—” the employee was interrupted by a wad of money from inside banri’s wallet as he went through it, wincing at his own purchase that he clearly didn’t want

“i’ll take it. keep the change.” banri went home that day with the same pink shirt he swore he would never wear again

the next day, banri was dressed and the whole dorm went silent. no one dared breathe a word, and banri rolled his eyes, crossing his arms

“what’s wrong? never seen a man wear pink before?” banri raised his eyebrows, casually getting ready to go see you with his backpack strapped. once again, everyone was staring at him (when he left the dorms, the room burst into hysterical laughter)

when you saw banri in that shirt, you suddenly knew. it was as if his behavior made sense, this is way of telling you he didn’t hate you as much as he acted to

as he came up to you pretending like he was still cool in the most pastel pink shirt ever, you couldn’t help but grab him by the sailor collar and give him something long overdue

(the whole mankai company spammed your page with fairy cyberbully comments and likes when you posted a picture of banri in the sailor shirt with the caption: “best boyfriend ever”)

(you ended up keeping the sailor shirt, banri claimed it suited you a lot more than it did for him) (damn, not even one insult about how ugly it was when you expressed how much you loved it)

ever since, your feed became more of punk pastel than anything. anything you wore, banri most likely had in black. you two even shared jewelery and banri often mixed up your earrings with his own (you loved his piercings and often bought the most intricate ear cuffs just to see them on him)

despite your opposite styles, you guys actually shared many of your items together like clothes, accessories like bucket hats and backpacks, even make up! (it took quite some time before banri accepted you painting his nails though, at first it was black, now he allows the occassional pink middle finger if you ask)

(banri liked it the most when you two had matching nails, it was just satisfying to see when holding hands)

you guys were also that gamer couple. you know what i’m talking about, if you guys had a gaming room together, half the room would be pastel pink and his set up was a basic all black

(you two had matching cat headphone sets, yours obviously the pink ones and banri pretended to hate his own pair of ears)

(they really weren’t that bad, he even began wearing it around his boys despite the jokes)

(“shut up, bastard! my partner likes them!”)

as expected, you two got stares every time you went out in public. while you were bright and happy from the anime sparkles around you to your adorable, enthusiatic energy, banri was always by you looming over everyone with a sharp glare and even more aggressive tongue

but this was unexpected: you had banri whipped. wrapped around your finger, even if he would never admit it

(he could go one moment cursing someone out, threatening a fight before he talked to you with a quieter, more relaxed tone. of course he could start shit with you, but for some reason, his voice and demeanor automatically became nicer when he saw you)

(this meant he could never stay mad at you for too long)

an example of banri being absolutely soft for you would be the time you were about to dye your hair and he wanted in

while he was helping you equally do the style and making sure it fit your liking, you giggled at the sight of your boyfriend in the mirror, focusing intently on your hair and the two seperate dyes

“ri, have you ever thought of black hair?” you asked nonchalantly as banri brushed the dye on your hair, giving him a moment to think as he shrugged

“eh, i already dye my hair. never thought about that color.” banri responded, already too busy making sure your hair was completely covered (he was a good hair stylist even if he had never done it before)

“what do you think about matching hairstyles?”

it felt like deja vu. when banri walked into the dorms again, everyone was staring at him. except this time, it wasn’t his sweater (he was back to all–black this time), but his head

oh my god, his hair. his vibrant, half–pink and half–black hair now

“you like that person so much! you dyed your hair that shade of pink?!” practically everyone in mankai was aware banri was whipped for his one and only angel, even if it looked like he came out of hell himself just to be with you

whenever banri saw pink now, he didn’t hate it anymore, and he especially didn’t hate you

🍁🍰 hyodo juza

when juza saw you, he felt like he was on a sugar rush from how cute you were

it was another day helping the director with her grocery shopping and an extra amount of time allowed the two to visit the new bakery that opened downtown

while izumi was making small talk with the server, juza awkwardly hung behind her as he tried to not make it obvious he just wanted to eat every single dessert in the family business

as he was counting the tiles on the floor (how did they design them to look like it was made out of candy?!), a swish of a puffy skirt moved past his line of sight as juza glanced up, feeling like he had downed a whole box of those valentine’s candy hearts at once

you were a waitress, happily bringing customer orders to their tables with the cutest smile ever. you wore a mint green & brown uniform with a big bow at your dress shirt collar, floating around like a fairy with a trey at your hand and gracefully taking requests in the other. if “you are what you eat” was true, you would’ve only ate sweet foods because you were that adorable

then, juza noticed you had some really nice hair clips and thought they were super cute

when you looked up from writing something on your notepad (he noticed it was really elegant cursive), you caught his eye and it was like love at first sight for juza

for you, not so much

you had made eye contact with the most intimidating, tallest boy in the entire bakery. you nervously smiled, waving before hurrying into the kitchen, feeling his stare on your back as you hid in the break room with a sigh of relief

just your luck! you had met some guy who probably didn’t even like sweets, he looked like he wanted to fight you or something! why was he staring at you like that? you anxiously peeked your head from the door frame and went back immediately when you noticed he was looking for you

oh no, was some thug trying to fight you? in a bakery?

when izumi finished up her conversation and bought a speciality cake to go, juza obediently followed her outside as he glanced back behind the counter, trying to spot your unique hair accessories again

as the bell above his head rung, he knew he had to come back to see you and find out where you bought those dessert–themed clips

at first, it began with casual visits, pretending to survey the area after explaining his association with mankai in the most bare minimum way possible. you didn’t struggle convincing someone else to cover your shift quickly when you noticed the scary tall guy up front. then, it became ordering random things to go and hoping he’d at least see you to ask a simple question. you did everything to hide behind tables, hoping you wouldn’t have to confront the gangster

(“he’s back again?! how many more desserts can he order?” you whined, poking your eyes over the front desk to see his frame entering past the window)

for some reason, juza couldn’t stop thinking of your hair clips. they were sweets, for goodness sake! nothing had made him happier, they were so tiny and adorable, they brought him instant serotonin even if he had some tough image

(maybe you were also super cute too, and he just needed an excuse to see you)

after weeks or so of failed attempts to catch you working, juza began sitting down and eating in the bakery, much to your misfortune

“how can i avoid him now if he spends a hour here every afternoon?!” you panicked even though juza’s back was turned to you. he happily ate his food, getting distracted by the quality of the sweets to notice you were basically staring at him

“are you sure he wants something from you? he comes here every day, he seems like a nice boy.” the owner vouched in his favor after talking to the offstandish teen at the register. sure, he was a bit rough around the edges, but he was much more respectful than any of the rotten kids who came in the shop!

ugh! the baker didn’t get it, there was no way someone like that didn’t want to start something with you!

out in the dining area, it took all the sugar in his body to actually make juza ask for a very specific server in detail. when someone had brought him his strawberry milk, juza cleared his throat with an awkward attempt at a smile (it looked more like a grimance than anything)

“uh... do you know if, a server with candy hair pins is here?” juza murmured, looking down at the table with an embarrassed blush as the waiter didn’t think anything of it, calling your name without another warning. you squeaked, dropping behind the counter as juza tilted his head in confusion

(why were you hiding? was there something wrong? what happened? juza thought, unaware he was actually the problem)

when you heard a series of footsteps stop near you, you hesitantly looked up from your crouching position and saw juza staring down at you with a concerned expression. his eyebrows were furrowed and he had his hand out

you took his hand and closed your eyes, fearing for your life. was he gonna yank you to your feet? push you over? trip you so you’d fall for real? you weren’t ready for a fight!

yet, none of that happened. juza gently lifted you up and made sure you were fine by observing your outfit to see if anything was wrinkled, muttering something about being careful and staying safe

you blinked, trying to process how incredibly wrong you were. juza was perhaps the nicest customer you had met in your entire career as a server, even taking the time to actually confirm you were okay with no ill intentions whatsoever

(suddenly, you remembered all the times you actively avoided juza and felt the guilt as he nodded at you, unintentionally lowering his height so he’d seem more approachable)

“sorry to bother you, but uh...” juza trailed off, trying to figure out how to phrase his next sentence. before you could respond, his hand landed on your hair and a beat of silence passed between you two

“cute.” juza forced out, and wanted to slap himself. cute?! no, say cute hair clips, ask where you got them! juza was internally panicking and you were doing the same as you looked up at him with wide eyes

it was so awkward and humiliating, juza couldn’t pull his hand away because his whole body was on shutdown. oh god, what could he do now? this was possibly the worst first impression in human history

“i’m cute?” you warily asked, staring at him with a slightly amused expression as juza blanked. you felt his hand subtly shake as it was your turn to be concerned over how red his face was

“no—i mean, yes, but, not like that! i mean...” juza finally lifted his fingers to poke at your hair decorations and you let out a sound of understanding, pointing at your own clips

“oh? you mean these?” you asked and juza nodded, like he was extremely thankful you understood him. he pushed his hands behind his back, nervously leaning back and forth on his feet as he looked away like the cupcake display was the most interesting thing in the world (it probably was)

“where did you, uh, get them?” juza quietly questioned and you giggled, patting them proudly as you stood a little bit taller from the unintentional praise

“i made them! thank you for asking!” you smiled, about to move away before juza accidentally held onto your arm, releasing his hold when he saw your shock. he definitely needed to learn how to be more socially acceptable one of these days or else he was gonna get in big trouble

“can i commission you?” juza muttered and there began your friendship with the big tough delinquent juza who really adored small, cute things (like yourself!)

any time juza was particularly fascinated with a dessert on display, you would show him a sketch sample of accessories you could make based on his favorites. surprisingly, juza was very comfortable with expressing his love for sugar because you felt the same way!

every day when juza came to visit the bakery, he’d always have something new to say about your homemade accessories and seemed fascinated by your adorable fashion sense

(he had been particularly obsessed with these dangly earrings you made that looked like little dango sticks. it was like a child had been playing with your ears the entire time)

it was about a month later when you made the final designs of the hair clips juza ordered and you knew they were your best work yet

you had multiple favorite desserts and fruits of his molded in clay or shaped in resin on a various sizes of clips and pins. you decorated them with the sole goal in mind to see how pretty they would look against juza’s dark purple hair

this would be the first time you two met out of the bakery, so when juza came and saw you didn’t look any different (hair accessories and all), he thought you were so sweet

juza’s entire face practically lit up when you presented him the clips. foods like ice creams, lollipops, and popsicles were all accessible for him as he struggled to find the words to show his appreciation for your work

you two sat on a bench in the park as juza gently took the clips, turning them carefully (you looked down and almost laughed at how tiny they looked in his hands)

when you asked for a model picture for your business page, juza’s shaky hands were clearly untrained in the art of hair clips as he put one in an awkward position and tried to look up to see what it looked like

“uh... i’m not very good at this.” juza admitted, embarrassed as he stared at his feet. it didn’t take you long to take over, moving closer to giddily pin juza’s hair back

(it was soft, you were almost jealous of how everything about him was the embodiment of “gentle giant”)

“it’s okay! here, let me.” you insisted and juza gratefully passed you your work, staring at everything but you as his cheeks became even redder. you were so close and leaning over him, trying to put them in cute positions as your fingers ran through his hair

(juza felt like the first time he saw you; like he was on a sugar rush as he noticed how nimble your fingers were on him)

when you were done and leaned back with admiration, juza looked at you with a small smile as he reached up to touch the designs you put in his hair, feeling the handmade pins against his calloused fingers

“cute~” you lifted your phone up, about to take a picture. juza didn’t know why, but he covered the camera with his palm as he lowered it, looking at you with the same focus he had everytime he saw you

“you’re cute.” juza froze. oh gosh, did he actually just confess that?! you were surprised, feeling his hand over yours. yet, you didn’t want to pull away. in fact, you wish your phone was out of the way so you could completely hold his hand

“you’re cute, too.” you responded, using your other hand to brush the loose strands of hair back from his face as you smiled

when juza came back to the dorms with the cutest, most pastel, childish hair clips, no one had time to say a word as he ran to his room and threw himself onto his bed. juza rolled onto his back, placing both his hands on his hair and putting them in front of his face as if he couldn’t believe it

he just held your hand! he was your boyfriend now! you liked him even if he was the complete opposite of you! juza silently shoved his pillow over his face, kicking the air uselessly

as your boyfriend, you and juza had much more in common than you thought. juza loved your cute sense of style, always trying his best to compliment your aesthetic by wearing more of your hair accessories and modeling for your page (apparently, he had the perfect hair color for it)

(he even let you put his hair down for certain posts, his usually slicked–back hair laying flat against his forehead as he didn’t look at you, his head turned as he blushed. “it’s not that bad, right?” he’d ask and you always complimented him no matter what)

although juza kept his rather grunge neutral look, he admired the way you were so bright and liked calling you dessert–related endearments just because you were the embodiment of sweets. he 100% thought you were the most adorable thing in his life and had to be made of pure sugar

in order to support your style, juza liked coordinating his clips with yours. he’d text you the night prior just to gain insight on what type of look you were going for and come to your bakery with something similar (even if your coworkers liked poking fun at his serious, stoic face that only changed around you)

he also came in with a new phonecase and you nearly fainted from how cute he was. he had a case that had those little squishes on them, he admitted he liked feeling them whenever he got a little anxious (it was such a cute habit, you had bought him a whole stock and it was like a little kid on christmas morning)

(you also made earrings out of a pair, he would not stop touching them)

whenever he noticed kids staring, juza never failed to advertise your business like his life depended on it. yes, your customer base actually did grow, somehow thanks to your most unlikely model yet

however, juza wasn’t the only one who had adjusted his style, you did too!

you two actually had had matching letterman jackets, yours in pink & white with a “j” in large letters and his black & grey with your first name initial as well. sometimes, you guys even switched just for the fun of it

you even got to wear his usual “10” purple jacket every now and then, even though he never said anything about liking you in his clothes. he’d just casually leave it around your place, acting like you wouldn’t notice the dark outerlayer in your mass of pastels

as you two were dating, juza wanted to be the best boyfriend possible for you as he wondered what to get you for your anniversary coming up. as juza subconsciously rubbed his clips with a thoughtful look, he suddenly had a lightbulb moment

that’s it! he should make you something in return

when you began seeing juza less and less around the bakery, you were nervous as what he was up to. juza barely hid anything from you since he was such a poor liar, so it was clear when he avoided talking about what he did after school now

in reality, juza was becoming frustrated with how big his hands were. every time he tried to make something, he was too forceful and caused the line to snap. the amount of beads he had lost at this point was laughable as juza tried to not knock over the bracelet–making kit on the table

(it took yuki coming by and taking pity on his crouched over form for him to go somewhere, muttering to himself about how he needed this to be perfect or else he’d die)

(juza always had a strong respect for jewelery makers, but it increased much more once he realized how clumsy and small his attenton span was)

just when you thought juza had forgotten your anniversary coming up, he randomly texted you out of no where asking if you were free. you looked at your shift and agreed, knowing you needed a break and not questioning a thing

when you walked out of the bakery, juza was already there with a small bag, his foot tapping against the sidewalk. before you could even ask how he’d been, he shoved it into your hand with an embarrassed blush (he was so nervous, he swore his heart skipped a beat)

“happy anniversary.” juza mumbled when you opened the small mesh, drawstring bag with a gasp. you slowly pulled out the beaded bracelet with a shocked look, seeing multiple silver dessert–themed pieces hang. there were mainly purple and black beads with four white blocks spelling out “juza”

juza showed you his wrist and he was wearing a beaded bracelet in a similar style, except his was your aesthetic with various pastel shades and your name on his string ending with a cute heart

you teared up and juza winced, rubbing the back of his neck as awkwardly looked away

“that bad, huh?” before juza could die of embarrassment, you shook your head and pulled him into a hug, surprising him when you stood on your tippy–toes to give him a kiss on the cheek

“i love it, this is the sweetest gift ever.”

“only for you.”

when juza slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, you knew you were never gonna take it off

who knew the scary, intimidating boy from the bakery was the sweetest person alive?

[edgelord-saeran]

Unknown going out with a Lolita MC ? (Lolita fashion, not the book, lots of lace and ruffles and a weakness for kawaii stationary and merch (stuffed toys/keychains/room decoration/etc) The only limit is her budget. Considering how edgy Unknown looks, they'll make a nice contrast : ) but i'm curious if he secretly (or not sonsecretly) likes it, because ray is a part of him too ??

"Where are you headed?" Unknown popped out of the crowd next to her as she walked down the street.

"How do you always find me so easily?" She huffed out once she'd gotten her composure back.

"No so hard with these." He said with a smirk, reaching out and flicking the keychains covering her backpack, causing them to jangle against each other. She rolled her eyes, and continued walking. "So? Where are we going?"

"My apartment." She said lightly, keeping her eyes forward. "I need a change of clothes, and what I have on me isn't cutting it."

He raised an eyebrow but didn't ask anymore questions as he followed close behind her. They walked in silence until she turned into an apartment complex. She paused at the door, having put the key in but not turning it.

"Now. Don't... judge me." She said hesitantly. He snorted.

"Can't be that bad." He said, and when she simply stared at her harder he shrugged. "Fine, fine. No judgment here. At least not out loud."

"Jerk." She mumbled, but unlocked the door and pushed it open. Inside it was very pink and hanging by the door was a variety of lace parasols. He glanced back to her only to find that she had taken off back into her room, prompting him to follow.

He stuck his head in to find much of the same in her bedroom, except in here there was a surplus of dresses in a range from pinks and reds and black covered the bed. One black was draped over a frame and had clearly been left mid sew as she had been adding additional tulle to the underside of the dress.

"Cute." He mumbled, finding his fingers gently running over the lace on the shoulders.

"Really?" He jumped in surprise, pulled from his daze as she stuck her head out of the closet. She smiled brightly. "I didn't think you'd be into it."

"I... I used to be." He mumbled, looking around the rest of her room. One could probably call it messy but the main reason for it would be because of all the random cute things she had stacked on every surface.

"You wanna see some more?" Her excitement was palpable and she basically skipped back out of her closet.

"You seem excited." He teased her.

"It's just. I've never met someone in real life that was also into... this kinda stuff... Mom says it's a waste of money." She said with an awkward laugh, wrapping an arm around herself.

"Fuck that." He said with a scoff. "If it's something you enjoy, it's always worth it."

Her face flushed red as she stared down at her feet. Without much thought, he decided how the rest of their day was gonna go. He moved over to her bed, gently shifting the dresses out of the way before plopping down.

"Show me some." He said, more of a demand than a request. She raised an eye brow at him.

"You just want your own personal show." She said. He grinned wolfishly at her.

"Of course~" Her smile grew, and she disappeared back into her closet. Unknown felt a warmth in his chest that brought with it confusion. He shouldn't be indulging her like this, but he found that he really couldn't help himself.

[hanawrites404]

1 4 25 50 > Wynne

Thank you for the ask Viking! 💖💖💖

1. What is your character's favourite colour?

White. Many people think Wynne's favourite colour is black or purple due to her edgyness, but no. She likes the purity of the colour white and loves how it fits with every colour and contrasts beautifully with black.

4. What kind of clothing does your character wear?

It's usually dark goth fashion when in usual days and usual mood. A corset is a must during work days. She really likes wearing lolita, or skirts in general, with the right amount of frill and length. But when she is in a very relaxing mood, she switches to pastel cottagecore dresses, and say bye bye to stiff corsets. She has two sides of fashion sense which are like sun and moon, you know. But it looks pretty on her anyway.

25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

When the first time I played the Arcana (which should be like, 3-4 years ago), I was in my goth phase, so of course I had wanted a goth character with the Main Six and others to interact and romance. My major inspiration was Raven from Teen Titans because half-demon girl with daddy issues oooooh~💜🖤

When I make characters, I first draft a good frame of them in my mind. Like, how should they look like, what they should usually wear, what are their likes and dislikes, powers and weaknesses. And then at last, I give them a name. A meaningful name which would completely sum up the character. And that's exactly how Wynne came.

And yeah! She is a fan character, but I am working on making her a multi-fandom one. For example, Wynne in Genshin Impact???? Sumeru girl??? Cryo Archon wHAT?!!

And the first time I made Wynne, she was soooooooo edgy. Even edgier than the present Wynne. At least we know Wynne does have her smiling moments, right? Well the prototype Wynne didn't smile at all. Yeah. Completely emotionless, manipulates all the elements (water, earth, fire, air) who always wears a black cloak and, just be edgy in Asra's shop. Oh! And prototype Wynne used to have blonde hair and blue eyes. Heck, her name back then was not even Wynne. It was Anaïs, and I had selected it just because it sounded cool lol. I was so stupid back then, I'm glad Wynne is what she is right now.

50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? 

Wynne won't waste her energy to try and avoid death. If it has finally come to her door to claim her soul for real, she would obligingly give it up. So she would definitely make her last days count. Say goodbye to her family and friends, her final apologies to everyone whom she had wronged, and of course, have a last good cup of steaming tea before kissing death and succumbing into its embrace, colder than ice. A smirk was always there on her lips, until the lustre in her golden eyes finally rusted away.

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silly question but I wouldn't know who else to ask: Does having too much lace and poofiness ever interact badly with your wheelchair? I know most chairs have a shield between the wheel and the seat but it seems like the overflow could get damaged or stuck and this is something I'd like to consider before I start buying things

Oh, it's absolutely a thing I have to deal with. Most of the time, I'll drape my skirt over my side guards for the sake of taking a picture, and then tuck it back in before I go somewhere.

So pictures like this, I'm definitely going to protect the dress again before we move anywhere.

This specific wheelchair has low profile side guards, because I get my wheelchairs off ebay and that's what the person I got it from had. If I ever order a new chair for me, I'd probably want to get taller guards with a fender on the top. With the kind of clothes that I wear, I'd be willing to pay some extra to get some additional protection. (That said, I'm hopefully not going to ever buy myself a brand new chair since this one's great, already been around for over a decade, and works just fine for me. One of my favorite things about lolita fashion is how much we respect and reuse older things, and that's something that is also part of my life in other ways. We still have hopes of me being able to recover and get back into walking again so I don't want to spend a ton of money on something when I have a thing that's working fine.)

Most arm rests do have some form of protection between the wheel and the clothing, so those are an option as well. I've found that I personally don't like having arm rests, but you can have both clothing protection and arm rests.

The normal way that I tend to have my stuff tucked is to push as much as I want under my legs, and then to shove the extra fullness behind my back. This lets the skirt still look good but also stay out of the way.

Also you can see how I extended my side guards with some fabric-covered timtex that velcros into the chair. Those are actually the exact same guards as I have on the new machine, but you can see how they look a lot shorter. This is because the wheels on this chair are at a different height relative to the frame, versus my current chair. There are things that I could have done to adjust the side guards, like moving them forward. However, by the time that I replaced that wheelchair, the frame was just too narrow for me, so I could move those side guards wherever I wanted and would still be touching the wheels.

So yeah, there's definitely concerns about wearing very voluminous skirts and using a wheelchair at the same time. I try to keep my chair width pretty tight, because I pretty much exclusively self-propel and I like the access to the wheels. I know that a lot of guides for buying wheelchairs say to get a few extra inches of width beyond your physical body measurement, and that would probably make things easier in terms of clothes. I think that the two-post flip-back arm rests on the first chair I used (which is this one and it's pretty good in my experiance) actually protected my clothes a bit better than my current side guards. However, all of the things that made it better for lolita fashion made me like it best as a main means for propelling myself around the world. Extra space and arm rests are really good when other people push you, so that's a thing to consider. At the end of the day, I just got a chair that let me be as independent as I could, and then figured out how to do the lolita part in post.

Little rant time: One of the things that drives me crazy is when people who aren't disable the way I'm disabled try to make lolita rules for people who are disabled like I'm disabled. Usually it's people who do mean well, making statements like, "I think that EGL coords only look good with heeled shoes," and then add things like, "Unless you're disabled and can't wear heels." The person who's saying that thinks that they're being more accepting of disability in the fashion, but what they're actually doing is making a separate set of rules for the disabled to follow. However, people who are disabled are actually pretty aware of what our limitations and abilities are, and we're usually pretty used to problem solving when it comes to these things. I can use a combination of knowing where and what I'm doing and how I'm feeling on any given day to pick footwear that is both safe and appropriate for my given setting. I don't really need a stranger on Rufflechat to try to make separate rules for me without knowing that. Quick tip to people wanting to be accepting of disability in lolita: find disabled lolitas and listen to them. <NOTE: that heels comment is an example opinion and is not at all commonly accepted lolita opinions>

[20dollarlolita]

Did you know that sometimes, you do something totally normal in the tumblr editor, something that you could accidentally do very easily, and it decides to eat your entire post? It just deleted over an hour of work? Did you know that it does that?

Isn't that swell?

THE RANDOM LOLITA 30 DAY CHALLENGE, DAY 10: 10 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IN LOLITA.

We're doing a challenge from 2011 and we're doing it very slowly. We're actually doing it even slower, because we wrote half of this post, hit ctrl+z, and tumblr just fucking deleted it with no way to get it back. Glorious. 10/10, fucking hate it.

This challenge number was a little weird for me. I've been doing lolita since 2011, and the answers that I would have given in 2011 are probably very different than the ones I'm giving in 2023. Having that framing makes me feel very nostalgic.

Let's get into it. If tumblr eats this again, I will be throwing the entire website out the door.

Number 1) A comfortable petticoat that stays the right shape, and that I don't have to worry about crushing.

Back in my early days, one of the first things that I bought for lolita fashion was a real petticoat. One of the most critical elements of a lolita fashion look is the shape, and having a foundation that gave me the right shape helped things that I was making look a lot more like real lolita.

(Early 2012)

My first ever petticoat, which is under the red dress, was made out of muslin and some walmart tulle. I believe it used this tutorial. While that dress wasn't ever going to look really lolita super well, the petticoat issue sure isn't helping.

These days I have a Wunderwelt petticoat that I got in 2016, and it's so very enjoyable to have a petticoat where the only concern is that it might be too big for a dress. I love how little work it takes to add the proper shape to a coord.

Number 2) Definitely lolita shoes.

When I wear lolita out and about, I've noticed that one of the things that changes stranger's reactions is the shoes. If I've got some distinctly lolita shoes, like RHS, people tend to ask if it's a fashion. If I'm wearing lolitable shoes that could also work in a non-lolita outfit, I get asked what costume I'm wearing.

(Late 2013)

Baby lolita me had a pair of black Mary Jane pumps from Target, and those were my lolita shoes for several months. In my first ever Bodyline order, I got some brown tea parties, and about a year later I bought these pink RHS and white flats.

And that was it. That was what I owned for lolita shoes from 2013 to 2016. Coords were black, brown, pink, white, or else I wore shoes that didn't match. Occasionally I'd go crazy and get some short boots into the mix, but this was my lolita shoe collection.

I have at least four tutorials in this blog about how to fix shoes, because I don't let my shoes die until they're absolutely dead and gone. Those brown tea parties are now painted gold and have been turned into very dangerous roller skates. I had to take a five-ish mile offroad hike in the white ones, which destroyed the bottoms as well as permanently staining the ribbon frill brown. These are, to this day, the only lolita shoes that I've ever thrown away. The other two pairs of shoes I still have.

My closet doesn't look like a BTSSB show room because I have to keep the rubbermaid tub of skulls somewhere, and the closet seems the best place.

In the seven years since I started buying lolita shoes again, I've collected several pairs. A lot of these pairs were in the $5-$30 price range, and none of them have been disposed of. This is just seven years of collecting shoes.

Number 3) Little details that are fast to add to a coord.

So, TJ Maxx sells these little clip on ribbon bows in their baby department, and they're my new favorite fast and easy accessory. They can go in your hair. They can go on your dress. They can go on your shoes. It's wonderful.

I've said a whole lot that making a lolita coord is about adding all the details that you think you should add, and then adding 3-5 more details. It's very easy to underestimate how detailed a handmade lolita piece should be.

Something that I didn't fully appreciate until recently, at least not to the extent that I currently appreciate it, is how much your overall coordinate can benefit from the same thing. If you CAN throw on some little extra bows and bracelets, it generally looks better if you do that.

I have very small wrists (both wrists together cannot hold a 4-week old kitten) and jingling loose bracelets often drive me nuts. I finally found out that stretch bracelets meant for kids will fit on my wrists, won't jinglejangle, and also won't pinch. As a bonus, they're like $1 for a 2-pack, so I went a little bit nuts stocking up on them.

I've got a couple of tutorials on making your own cheap, small details that you can just plop onto as many coords as you'd like.

Number 4) Sewing machine.

(Feb 2011)

My first lolita dress was handmade. Making my own garments and accessories has always been an important part of this fashion for me. I don't have as much to say about this, because it's just so constantly present in everything that I do.

I've learned about lolita fashion by sewing it, and I've learned about sewing by sewing lolita fashion.

(October 2010)

I made my first lolita dress on a pretty basic sewing machine (the precursor to the Janome 3160QDC). I've since sideways-graded to a really basic 80's Singer. Despite having a very fancy embroidery machine, I don't sew on it. My last service said I've done 5 hours of sewing and 170 hours of embroidery on that machine. I know what I need, and I have what I need.

Number 5) Five Below's $5 bike shorts

They're $5. They come in every color.

Your tights falling down? Bike shorts. Your bloomers pretty annoying to wash and so you want to keep them off your skin to avoid having to wash our sweat stains? Your car a little bit funky and you might need to lie down on the ground to change your tire? Bike shorts. Little old lady in a wheelchair might pick up your skirt to see if you're wearing pantaloons? and you're not wearing pantaloons? You're never going to be more glad that you have bike shorts.

When I was new to lolita and like 12 years stupider than I now am, I had smaller petticoats, and always figured that high-coverage tights and standard underoos were modesty enough, with bloomers being necessary for coords with socks. Get a fuller petticoat, and you stop feeling like that. Bike shorts at Target were like $15 a pair, because they're designed to be comfortable to wear when you're riding a bike. I'm not riding a bike. I'm walking through walmart to buy some milk. I'm not going fast because I have 5" of fake wood glued to the bottom of my foot. I don't need your comfort features. I need $5 bike shorts.

These have pockets in them so that you can stash emergency money or a fortune you got from Panda Express in 2020 that says, "Be ready to take an important journey soon," on it.

Yes, the pantaloons thing happened to me, and I actually was wearing bloomers. Yes, the woman pushing the tiny old lady in the wheelchair clearly had never been more embarrassed in her life.

Number 6) Men's undershirts.

Call it a singlet, call it an a-shirt, please don't call it a wifebeater. These things are made of a ribbed knit that stretches to accommodate boobs and curves very well. They're meant to be washed the heck out of. I can't throw my dresses into the washing machine on the crazy hard cycle and throw them in a hot dryer and figure whatever happens happens, but these things are THREE. DOLLARS. EACH. A whole lot of not perfect things can be forgiven when the under shirt is $3.

The neck doesn't work on OPs or some blouses, but they're also three dollars each, so I wear them any time I can. Women's undershirts are $12-18 EACH so I can't just buy 30 of them. If you want some bonus armpit protections, men's t-shirt undershirts are only like $5 each.

Number 7) Oxiclean.

A lot of lolita fashion is about our super fancy, super detailed prints. These are prints that look lovely when you're up close to them, so it's important to not have dingy and dirty and faded prints, especially when you paid good money for that printing. All hail Oxiclean.

I went to go take a picture of the jumbo boxes of oxiclean that I buy, but it looks like someone threw the box on the ground and then went to lie in her bed like nothing bad happened. (She wasn't hurt and I cleaned it up so she couldn't get it on her paws and lick it).

Also yes, my cat has her own little personal heater. It turns off if it's tipped over, so she will turn it off whenever she gets too hot.

Number 8) Parasols.

First of all, it turns out that finding offbrand parasols for lolita is a super cool challenge. They're not very common, so when you do find one, it feels like a big accomplishment.

I love parasols for a lot of reasons. I was going to get coffee with a friend, and someone was acting kind of strangely outside the shop. I liked that I had something in my hands to potentially use to keep that person away from me if they decided to approach me way too quickly. My doctor and I thought for a while that I had a condition where if I went in the sun, my skin attacked my internal organs, so I started carrying umbrellas for that. It's very sunny where I live. Before I lived here, I lived where it was very rainy, and having a nice couple of ruffled RainStoppers was good to have on hand.

(May 2011 | Sept 2013) I've actually collected parasols for longer than I've really been into lolita. Pic on the left was pre-lolita times. I absolutely loved that parasol and took it everywhere that I could. Pic on the right is the earliest picture I could find of my white RainStoppers that I got at Target, which I still have somewhere in my car. Mostly that pic is there because of my cats. Also the pictures just felt like a nice weird little bit of symmetry.

Anyway, when someone's taking a pic of you without asking, you can block it with your parasol. My relationship with parasols in lolita is complicated, because I feel like I shouldn't need to have a weapon with me, but here we are.

Number 9) All the info that baby me chronicled. Everything I've learned and everything that I didn't used to know. I have so much fun looking at my old cringe coords and all of the things I did that I know are wrong now. I really miss the way I fearlessly tried things out and the rate at which I churned out new pieces. There's some pieces that I don't have anymore and I miss those things. I used to have some old school AP socks that I have no clue where they are. Seeing the way I used to have my bedroom set up so that I'd still have space to sew. Looking at the dates on pictures and thinking about what I was doing back then. Most of these pictures are from back when cell phone cameras were awful, and I've had to edit all of them to get better exposure before putting them up. There's memories I have of us all carrying around digital cameras to save things, because cell phones just weren't there yet (also some of us didn't have pix messaging plans and had to pay 25 cents per picture to get them to our computers). I looked at the bottom of my pink RHS the other day and the tread's all the way worn off. That's so interesting to me, that I've worn pink-shoe lolita enough that I completely wore the tread off.

Jan 1, 2014 "Sometimes the best thing ever is to walk into Starbucks and watch a five year old’s eyes go as wide as they can, point at you, and say loudly “Mom, is that a real person?” Sometimes the best part is watching the mom go BEET red."

I remember that event so specifically. It was one of the first times I'd actually worn the head-eating bow in public. It took me several years to warm up to the head-eaters. I remember exactly what the mom and the kid looked like, but also until I read this post, I'd completely forgotten about this whole incident.

Number 10)

This blog, and the people who read it, interact with it, comment on it.

I really cannot explain how amazing this community is to me. I think the first time I saw someone link someone else a tutorial I made was just a couple of years ago. It was so exciting. Every time i meet someone who is afraid to get into lolita fashion due to the expense, and I'm able to tell them that there's a whole COMMUNITY of people who want to do lolita for less, it's amazing. I started this blog because I felt like I could make myself some accessories for not a lot of money, and I just needed the motivation to do it. But now it's so much better than that. I'm still making things for me. I make things I want and things that I'll use and things that I can make. But I'm also making them for other people, who also need the same kind of help. I teach myself new things so that I can answer questions I've been asked. Every time I have to research an answer for someone, that person has helped me grow.

It's just amazing. Thank you.

[20dollarlolita]

Is the Dollar-Chan Pattern School open to all sewists with questions looking to learn, even if they're not exclusively lolita-focused?

Okay, so my first reply was a formatting mess, check the notes for a reblog where I fixed that. Original is now under a cut.

Yes, but it still is a lolita-focused idea. You will pick your own patterns, within my guidelines. However, it's definitely going to be a case where people who are making lolita are the target audience, and people who are making other things are guests who are participating in part of the event

A lot of this is going to be taking an existing pattern and making it fit as a lolita garment. If you personally want to take the instructions for taking a pair of shorts and adding incredible volume and poofy little cuffs to it, and make that into something other than lolita bloomers, that's your right, but my instructions are absolutely not going to say, "and if you don't want to make bloomers, you can--" because who doesn't want to make bloomers?

There's going to be lolita-specific resources, the same way there are on this blog. I will go on at length about twill and lace and all of that will be framed in an EGL context. The passion of my blog is to get people who are interested in lolita fashion, but are intimidated by the price, to have the power to save money by making their own lolita items.

This also currently has an eventual goal of being confident at using Japanese lolita patterns published in places like GLB and OnS. For a western user to do these confidently, they need to know how to read a pattern, not just read instructions, and they need to know how to measure themselves against a pattern and make the pattern fit their body. That's the first two major skills that we're working towards.

That said. Sewing is sewing and I want people to have fun sewing. Sewing skills are universal and I want people to have them. I'm not going to stop and tailor the work for people who aren't interested in lolita and if you shit talk lolita i will ban your fucking ass because we don't do that in my server. I'm not going to make you wear it, but I will expect you to respect it.

If you've never been to a lolita meetup, you've probably never seen the small group of people wearing jeans, who are friends with the lolita-clad folks at the party but who don't wear the fashion. They're usually the Boyfriend Crew, though not exclusively, and they're usually happy to take coord photos and are generally part of the group in some way. If they can laugh when I call my parasol my "Kelly Eden Parasol because I got my dollar-to-yen wrong" then they're part of the group even in t-shirts. I'm not going to kick the Boyfriend Crew out of a meetup and I'm not going to kick the...non-lolita crew out of the group. But at the end of the day you need to be ready for a lot of this to be entertaining for you, but not for everything to be something that you're interested in. I would love the fringe audience to be interested and enjoy

Yes, sort of? Yes? But also Yes? Okay. So.

First of all, the Dollar-Chan's Pattern School posts that I put on this blog can absolutely be followed by anyone who wants to learn more about using and modifying patterns, and learning to read patterns by the pattern instead of the instructions.

The passion of my blog is to get people who are interested in lolita fashion, but are intimidated by the price, to have the power to save money by making their own lolita items. That is the audience that I'm building this towards. There's going to be lolita-specific elements in this project. However, I do recognize that the idea of learning to use and modify patterns appeals to more than just that audience.

As for the Discord community, so far there's plenty of people who appreciate the lolita aesthetic but don't really want to wear it. That's fine, but I am going to be clear about one thing: If you shit talk lolita fashion then I will ban your ass. I deal with that when I go out and so I'm not going to deal with it in my own discord.

If you've never been to a lolita meetup, you've never seen the number of people's plus-ones who are wearing t-shirts and jeans and who are totally happy to take pictures and hold parasols and share in the jokes, but who aren't interested in wearing the fashion. This is pretty normal and it's fun to have people in that position along, but they're also sort of like guests at someone else's house. The party isn't going to cater to them, but they're welcome to enjoy the parts of it that they're interested in.

So yeah, if you're okay with that, then I think it'll be fun. If you like how I write and how I share information, then you'll like folowing along. But, I mean, step 2 is going to be taking an elastic shorts pattern and adding fullness to make bloomers. If you don't want to make bloomers, you're on your own for figuring out what to do with giant pumpkin pants. So, just go into it knowing that. One of the first big goals is going to be working off Japanese patterns and dealing with the main issues of the pattern being too small and in a different language. Go into it knowing that, too. We'll get to making patterns too, but I'm going to be teaching it as making lolita patterns. And I think you'll have fun if you are aware of all the limitations and aware that I'm not going to change the focus on lolita even if there's pressure to change it. In the beginning, this blog was a way to motivate myself to make more lolita things for myself, and it's still that in its own way.

[20dollarlolita]

Yes, but it still is a lolita-focused idea. You will pick your own patterns, within my guidelines. However, it's definitely going to be a case where people who are making lolita are the target audience, and people who are making other things are guests who are participating in part of the event A lot of this is going to be taking an existing pattern and making it fit as a lolita garment. If you personally want to take the instructions for taking a pair of shorts and adding incredible volume and poofy little cuffs to it, and make that into something other than lolita bloomers, that's your right, but my instructions are absolutely not going to say, "and if you don't want to make bloomers, you can--" because who doesn't want to make bloomers?

There's going to be lolita-specific resources, the same way there are on this blog. I will go on at length about twill and lace and all of that will be framed in an EGL context. The passion of my blog is to get people who are interested in lolita fashion, but are intimidated by the price, to have the power to save money by making their own lolita items. This also currently has an eventual goal of being confident at using Japanese lolita patterns published in places like GLB and OnS. For a western user to do these confidently, they need to know how to read a pattern, not just read instructions, and they need to know how to measure themselves against a pattern and make the pattern fit their body. That's the first two major skills that we're working towards.

That said. Sewing is sewing and I want people to have fun sewing. Sewing skills are universal and I want people to have them. I'm not going to stop and tailor the work for people who aren't interested in lolita and if you shit talk lolita i will ban your fucking ass because we don't do that in my server. I'm not going to make you wear it, but I will expect you to respect it.

If you've never been to a lolita meetup, you've probably never seen the small group of people wearing jeans, who are friends with the lolita-clad folks at the party but who don't wear the fashion. They're usually the Boyfriend Crew, though not exclusively, and they're usually happy to take coord photos and are generally part of the group in some way. If they can laugh when I call my parasol my "Kelly Eden Parasol because I got my dollar-to-yen wrong" then they're part of the group even in t-shirts. I'm not going to kick the Boyfriend Crew out of a meetup and I'm not going to kick the…non-lolita crew out of the group. But at the end of the day you need to be ready for a lot of this to be entertaining for you, but not for everything to be something that you're interested in. I would love the fringe audience to be interested and enjoy.

So, the answer is yes, anyone is welcome and encouraged to participate. But I'm not going to change how I write it even if it's more popular with non-lolita folks than actual lolita-wearers. I'm trying to make a lolita resource, but I'll be happy if it has a broader appeal.

Is the Dollar-Chan Pattern School open to all sewists with questions looking to learn, even if they're not exclusively lolita-focused?

Okay, so my first reply was a formatting mess, check the notes for a reblog where I fixed that. Original is now under a cut.

Yes, but it still is a lolita-focused idea. You will pick your own patterns, within my guidelines. However, it's definitely going to be a case where people who are making lolita are the target audience, and people who are making other things are guests who are participating in part of the event

A lot of this is going to be taking an existing pattern and making it fit as a lolita garment. If you personally want to take the instructions for taking a pair of shorts and adding incredible volume and poofy little cuffs to it, and make that into something other than lolita bloomers, that's your right, but my instructions are absolutely not going to say, "and if you don't want to make bloomers, you can--" because who doesn't want to make bloomers?

There's going to be lolita-specific resources, the same way there are on this blog. I will go on at length about twill and lace and all of that will be framed in an EGL context. The passion of my blog is to get people who are interested in lolita fashion, but are intimidated by the price, to have the power to save money by making their own lolita items.

This also currently has an eventual goal of being confident at using Japanese lolita patterns published in places like GLB and OnS. For a western user to do these confidently, they need to know how to read a pattern, not just read instructions, and they need to know how to measure themselves against a pattern and make the pattern fit their body. That's the first two major skills that we're working towards.

That said. Sewing is sewing and I want people to have fun sewing. Sewing skills are universal and I want people to have them. I'm not going to stop and tailor the work for people who aren't interested in lolita and if you shit talk lolita i will ban your fucking ass because we don't do that in my server. I'm not going to make you wear it, but I will expect you to respect it.

If you've never been to a lolita meetup, you've probably never seen the small group of people wearing jeans, who are friends with the lolita-clad folks at the party but who don't wear the fashion. They're usually the Boyfriend Crew, though not exclusively, and they're usually happy to take coord photos and are generally part of the group in some way. If they can laugh when I call my parasol my "Kelly Eden Parasol because I got my dollar-to-yen wrong" then they're part of the group even in t-shirts. I'm not going to kick the Boyfriend Crew out of a meetup and I'm not going to kick the...non-lolita crew out of the group. But at the end of the day you need to be ready for a lot of this to be entertaining for you, but not for everything to be something that you're interested in. I would love the fringe audience to be interested and enjoy

Yes, sort of? Yes? But also Yes? Okay. So.

First of all, the Dollar-Chan's Pattern School posts that I put on this blog can absolutely be followed by anyone who wants to learn more about using and modifying patterns, and learning to read patterns by the pattern instead of the instructions.

The passion of my blog is to get people who are interested in lolita fashion, but are intimidated by the price, to have the power to save money by making their own lolita items. That is the audience that I'm building this towards. There's going to be lolita-specific elements in this project. However, I do recognize that the idea of learning to use and modify patterns appeals to more than just that audience.

As for the Discord community, so far there's plenty of people who appreciate the lolita aesthetic but don't really want to wear it. That's fine, but I am going to be clear about one thing: If you shit talk lolita fashion then I will ban your ass. I deal with that when I go out and so I'm not going to deal with it in my own discord.

If you've never been to a lolita meetup, you've never seen the number of people's plus-ones who are wearing t-shirts and jeans and who are totally happy to take pictures and hold parasols and share in the jokes, but who aren't interested in wearing the fashion. This is pretty normal and it's fun to have people in that position along, but they're also sort of like guests at someone else's house. The party isn't going to cater to them, but they're welcome to enjoy the parts of it that they're interested in.

So yeah, if you're okay with that, then I think it'll be fun. If you like how I write and how I share information, then you'll like folowing along. But, I mean, step 2 is going to be taking an elastic shorts pattern and adding fullness to make bloomers. If you don't want to make bloomers, you're on your own for figuring out what to do with giant pumpkin pants. So, just go into it knowing that. One of the first big goals is going to be working off Japanese patterns and dealing with the main issues of the pattern being too small and in a different language. Go into it knowing that, too. We'll get to making patterns too, but I'm going to be teaching it as making lolita patterns. And I think you'll have fun if you are aware of all the limitations and aware that I'm not going to change the focus on lolita even if there's pressure to change it. In the beginning, this blog was a way to motivate myself to make more lolita things for myself, and it's still that in its own way.