#im actually thinking of getting a sewing machine at this point

[msrosez]

Ughhhh, if only I had real y2k, mcbling, coquette, cottagecore, fairycore , and romantic goth clothes

[cowboypigz]

HIII OMG IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN!! headcanons for malleus x female reader who is alternative and likes DIYing and going to shows!

malleus w/ an alternative!female reader * . -

OK RIGHT SO FIRST OF ALL i think malleus would be really interested in alternative fashion once he finds out you're into it.

the guy alr looks alternative so.

he'd accompany you to try on clothes to help you find your style and even offer you advice on what he thinks works and what doesn't

i can see you subjecting him to a makeshift fashion show at ramshackle where you model all your outfits and he kind of just stares and nods in approval.

like listen, he isn't especially good with words but i think he'd always try to support you no matter what.

"right, okay - so what about this one?' "you look lovely." malleus replied with a rare smile. he seriously meant it - you looked great. "malleus, you've said that about all the other ones i tried on." you folded your arms, spinning around for malleus to get a better look at the outfit. "those looked great too," he said, tapping his hand against his thigh as he kept that same smile on his face. "i liked them all, actually." "malleus.."

as for your diy hobby, i think he'd be supportive as well!!

though he'd probably question you on why you'd DIY something like that when you could just buy it yourself.

(rich kid problems..)

and when you explained the reason you did so - explaining you just like making your own clothes - he never asked again after that.

in fact, i think he'd gain a better understanding of your hobby and try his best to like bring you little trinkets that'll help spice up your already limited arsenal of sewing tools.

it'd start off small with new little pincushions that he thought you'd like till it gets to the point you wake up one day and there's a brand new sewing machine from malleus on your bedside table that lilia delivered overnight.

i also think he'd love to stand off to the side while you work and hold stuff for you so your space isn't too cluttered and overwhelm you.

"would you hold this for a second, mal?" you muttered, eyebrows knitted in concentration as you held out a random piece of fabric for the man to take. malleus hummed in agreement, taking the fabric from you and holding it in his already full hands. "what're you making this time..?" he asked, inching a bit closer as he leaned down to look over your shoulder. "just touchin' up my battle vest," you replied without breaking concentration. "...is it always this easy for you to do this?" he asked, peering to get a better look. "it gets easier over time," you murmured, turning to look at the tall man behind you. "why?" "i..wanted to learn a bit more about it."

in all honesty, i dont think malleus is a stranger to going to shows at all.

lilia has definitely dragged him out of the house to accompany him so he wouldn't spend all day bed rotting.

the experience was..well, he didn't hate it.

i think he was just a bit confused on what he was supposed to do and he didn't even know who was playing so that didn't help his experience.

i think you introduced him to a band you're really into and he warmed up to it, he'd be wayyy more inclined to go.

like i mean obv he'd still go even if he didn't know the band but still!!

it'd be more fun if you two were mutually bonding over something together.

The only downside of going to shows is the loud sounds - that'd likely turn him off.

"can you see now, (nickname)?" malleus asked, he was currently holding you up in his arms so you'd get a better glimpse of the concert stage. "i can see them - i think..!" you replied, heart swelling with excitement. malleus felt a smile creep onto his face as you gushed about the band and how much more you could see. he figured he'd be more comfortable if he was floating however, the feeling of having you in his arms proved to be a bit too much for him judging by his heart pounding in his ears. "malleus - hey, are you listening?" "hmm..?" he asked, meeting your eye reluctantly. "oh..sorry - my arms were going limp for a moment."

overall, he'd LOVE your freaking alternative fashion so much.

i think he'd even get hyper-fixated on the story behind the alternative/punk movements too.

like you'd be randomly talking and he'd drop a fact he learned about the movement a week ago out of nowhere.

great boyfriend, great attitude and much support!!

[bee-writes-n-spins]

Hi :> I have never requested anything on tumblr before lol. But I wanna see a Nagito or Izuru x (Ultimate fashion designer) (Fem or gender neutral) reader!

It can be oneshots or headcanon or WHATEVER!! But I really wanna see one of them both :)

Thank you for your time!!!🎀

a/n: uhhh sure. i have been pretty busy with winter guard rehearsals so im getting all my requests done at once lmao. and i have no idea how to write izuru. but anyways, enjoyyyy! notes: ____ is just a better way of saying y/n

nagito

so to start, i've said this before, but he will absolutely attend all of your runway shows! hell, he'll even model for you. let him be your mannequin.

he loves beautiful things! like your designs!

and he's a rich boy.

you need a really expensive type of fabric?

done.

a rare color?

already bought.

he just wants to see you be happy

you're sitting facedown at your sewing machine, frustrated about your upcoming show this weekend. things can't go any worse. three of your models got sick, one had to cancel because of a family emergency, and, to top it all off, the lace you ordered isn't gonna come in till next week!

suddenly, you hear a soft knock that breaks you out of your frustrations.

"____..? you okay?" it's the sound of your boyfriend's raspy voice.

"no. this show's got me in a tough spot and i'm literally about to scream," you grumble into the table. your mind is numb at this point.

he silently stares at you, worried for both your physical and mental health. he tip-toes over to you and gently plays with your hair.

"how 'bout you take a break..? i know it might not be the best to spend time with the likes of me, but i think you should decompress a little..."

you look up, eyes red and puffy from crying. you slightly nod.

"yeah.. i think that's for the best.."

izuru

he would genuinely be impressed

someone with an actual fashion sense?

finally, someone who doesn't bore him to death.

in all seriousness, he wants you to succeed.

so, he'll do anything to get you there

even if it means doing some... unsavory things

he is the ultimate everything.. and that includes murderer

you aways wonder just how rival designers go missing when you need them to or why a venue that initially turned you down came crawling back...

also, being the ultimate everything, he'll probably know some tips on how to do that really complex sewing pattern you've been trying for ages to figure out.

he might not like most people, but he certainly does like you.

you're relaxing by the fireplace, drawing up sketches on your tablet. winter is almost over, so it's high time you start working your spring collection.

already cozy, you feel an even cozier presence sit next to you. you smile warmly, immediately recognizing who it is.

"i see you're all warm now, my love," you giggle, giving izuru a small peck on the lips.

he nods slightly in response with a faint blush on his face. "yes indeed," he pauses for a moment as he peers over your shoulder to silently study your sketches, "don't use tool there, it'll make it look tacky."

you shrug him off. "yeah, yeah.." you say as you throw your tablet aside and cuddle to him.

he just stares down, a small smile on his face.

[jess-total-mess]

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BITCH YOU QUILT THIS SHIT!!!!!???????

*zooms in and squints* holy shit brooooooooo

Breakdown for the non-textile crafts people (as best I can via photographs) (disclaimer i focus on embroidery when i do textiles)

-> as op said, this is quilting almost entirely (there may be a debate about the detailing being classified as not quilting hence how i phrase that but thats not the point)

-> look at the border. im assuming this is throw pillow size, and man doing quilting at that small a scale is a pain in the ass—thats why novice quilters start with large sections, despite it being less durable/aesthetically pleasing; its easier and faster so its a good way to gain confidence

-> so probably the way this was done went a) all the math to figure it out, b) cutting out the sizing, c) machine stitching them together to form the main body/canvas, then the detailing was added, and the pillow was sealed and stuffed (or maybe no! thats just how i would probably do it, OP id love to know your process

-> lots of different fabrics on display here; zoom in on dream’s hood, and you’ll see it’s a larger knit (same as his beanie) (some fabrics might have very small knits but my phone/the pictures aren’t clear enough for me to tell), which was probably a pain to get to lay flat because larger knits like to be stretchy, but its a really good fabric choice for the thing its depicting

-> the hood is handsewn down with backstitch if i had to guess, probably same with most of the clothing pieces and stuff. might be some running stitch in there but without being able to inspect it IRL i cant personally be sure

-> stretchy fabric is a pain in the ass to work with in quilting because it throws the math off, so you’ll see how the detailing (george, dream, patches, etc) is sewn on, and not part of the actual backing. some additional proof for the nerds out there; zoom in on dream or george’s faces, and see how the middle is a slightly different colour to the edges? the fabric has been folded down to be sewn into place/shape, but it’s not quite solid enough to hide the background colour from coming through (this is a nitpicky detail and lord knows how many of us sew something on only to later realise and swear up a storm lol)

-> the candy looks like its all the same fabric, or at least same fabrics. see how there’s colouring around the edges of the candy in the bowl? the fabric has been folded down like dream and george’s faces; technically you could cut that off and sew it directly on, but without the fold over you risk fraying which sucks ass and doesnt usually look nice; and the way its done here makes it look kinda like clip art! very cool!

-> patches eyes seem to be layered; one black layer then a coloured ring overtop. hemming that ring would have been a pain so checks out that its not done that way, just sewn on directly (smart choice, saves you so many tears)

-> speaking of patches, there might be a proper term for the fabric she’s mostly made out of; i just call it potato sac. its kind of a rope-weave, scratchy but pretty durable as a whole fabric! good pick for texture and colouring!

-> the pumpkin she was in is probably layered; my bet is that the black mouth/eyes is a second layer stitched ontop of the orange fabric, and it looks like it was attached with… i cant remember the name. sorry yall but thats done by hand if you ask me

-> the leaves are also stitched in by hand, very beautiful!

In conclusion; OP you are a fucking nightmare for doing this and I love you for it, please tell me how long this took you because people have a warped sense of how long textile crafts take and my eyes hurt just thinking about it, and i am so fucking impressed by this

happy halloween @pennotfound !!

✨🎃✨👻✨🎃✨

for your gift, here’s dnf celebrating halloween together! they made halloween cookies, have a bowl of dteam colored candy, and carved a pumpkin (with help from patches of course).

i’m a fiber artist so this was all quilted and stitched into a pillow case! complete with a tiny crocheted cat beanie for dream and the iconic chains. more photos and detailed photos below the cut :)

thank you @sappymix1 for putting this exchange together!

[20dollarlolita]

Hi! I saw your post about the expected lifespan of sewing machines, and u seem to know a lot abt sewing machines so I was wondering if you could Rate My Machine? It is a Necchi 3610, and I can find basically no info about it online. I dont think it's manufactured anymore. I got it for xmas sometime between 2009-2011, and it is still going strong -- it did sit unused from maybe 2013-2018/19 (? unsure), and I got it serviced once in 2020. it LOOKS very basic to my untrained eye but im basically wondering if I get lucky that it's still kicking or if it is actually good? thank u in advance

From what I know, Necchi are absolute tanks. I don't own one because, like the Bernina 1008, people who have them don't let go of them, so I can't get them.

Necchi has always been a more premium brand than, say, the entry level of Singer or Brother or Janome. They're at a higher price point and they're built to last. Your machine is probably more basic because whoever bought you that present decided to get the highest quality machine they could, and that came at the expense of bells and whistles. Keep up with those services, Anon, because your machine's probably got a ton of years left in it.

Necchi (which is an italian brand and I believe is pronounced NECK-ee) only has a few models available at a time, so I'd go through their pages on the Wayback Machine and see if you can find your machine on an older version of their site if you want to know more about it. It might be there.

[neonhellscape]

@vossprime thank you for the excuse to be deranged about this, youre going to regret it

prefacing this with mention of one of my tags in case people havent seen it- i just cannot see them having rediscovered polyester in 40k. no way. its obscure lost technique fabric that drives people mad seeking out the archaeotech responsible. cool we're on the same page now

but anyway. so heres the thing. i know i have the forgeworld upbringing most people dont have. i was fixing my own glasses from the point i could hold a pen, i was using jigsaws [electric, hand guided with a thin blade] and electric screwdrivers by 8, during the summer i had my hands buried in a car engine getting fucking plastic splinters undoing bolts to remove the radiator, then split the radiator into parts. i have a slight reputation for stripping down my old laptops when they eventually die on me

what does all this obscure robot lore mean? it means i know what engine grease feels like and how it stains, the chemicals you need to get stains out of your hands and how those interact with surfaces, that even if you're handling brand new metal drill bits you Will get dirt over you because they have an oily residue to lubricate the bit and it bonds to dust you dont even know is around you. how sharp drilled edges are, how the debris gets fucking everywhere and is pretty sharp in its own right. generally speaking, if theres a consequence tech priest robes endure for the actions of their work, im pretty aware of it

i also sew and have done for the same timespan, and have a stupid amount of knowledge on fabrics, garment construction and upkeep

all of this means i lose my mind when i see a tech priest in lightweight fabrics. everyone knows what happens to silk when it gets wet- it gets ruined. and think of cooking with oil and accidentally getting some on a shirt- you're left with a patch that looks wet even once dry, until its washed out [which can be a bit of a gamble]. do you know what happens to velvet if its exposed to heat and then pressed under metal [which. is ironing but also applies to the augmented idiots]? you crush the little fuzzies and it ruins the sheen/texture

they are using mechanical things all fucking day, and getting dirt all over themselves. god forbid they stand too close to an incense burner and get scorches on something fine

now think too- tech priests have an Awful habit of tearing their robes to let their augments or various tubes poke out. when you tear fabric, it can do a number of things depending on texture, weave, direction of the bias to the cut, and overall stability. worst case scenario you just get thread after thread falling away as the fabric just disintegrates- you get special fabric shears that cut it in little zigzags to prevent this, or machines that will seal off that edge- but it produces an edge not visible on a tech priest. eh scenario is your fabric frays a lot and distorts- this happens to most things with stretch or are knit, like jersey. best case scenario you get a few scrappy threads but it'll survive- this is dense, highly stable fabric or leather [which isnt woven ofc].

even ignoring battle, daily life for a tech priest is going to ruin their robes in Seconds if they wear anything lightweight or delicate. so cotton, jaquard, silk, velvet, jersey, even thin leathers and suede- all off the table. it will not survive their work. i am not even going to entertain discussion of chiffon or crepe okay thats deranged

but thick leather? stable, it doesnt tear easily- when it tears you apply a patch to the inside with glue and you're good. its water repellent, less flammable than some options [and can be treated to be properly fire retardant], it responds well to oils which it actually needs in its long term care, it can take a battering and survive, it can be stained and re-stained to maintain pigment- and have you seen red leather? red takes brilliantly, you get gorgeous, rich colours. which suits admech, right? what it isnt keen on is being submerged/soaked in water, but i dont think thats too big of a risk for the guys with circuit boards in their heads, and even then it'll endure. the salts just separate out after a certain saturation point and it goes :((( at you for hurting it

then theres canvas, especially if we're talking duck [its a type with denser weave]. another stable fabric, of the will fray a bit but is mostly stable variety. this Really makes sense for the slightly frayed effect in those holes ripped in admech robes. water repellent and with waxing can be made waterproof, and is found in everything from sneakers to boat covers to sandbags. easier to perforate than leather, but considering how much fabric is involved in tech priest robes is probably a much lighter weight and comfortable option

which kinda gets to my pasqal and abel thoughts. pasqal benefits from wearing leather because it adds an additional layer of armouring- see the repeat use of leather as armour through history. it also suits him in shape language- it can be heavily sculpted, and creates very clean tidy lines. again red dye taking so well to leather means it would have a very strong, rich colour that lasts, which seems important to a somewhat vain explorator

abel meanwhile suits canvas. even if he's information/analysis guy, hes still moving in the same spaces and using the same machines as every other tech priest, has the same augments that pinch cloth and require regular doses of wd40 to move without squeaking [would drive mr megaautism insane im sure]. i think he's worn out his robes a lot more than is standard, not needing Quite the same level of maintained durability as a non-analyst, and also being very sensitive to sensory things. canvas worn over years to be softer as it slowly frays through, sitting a little looser and flowing on him in frequent wear zones [like the elbows] while still rigid in others. he's not so invested in colourfastness, so the black has faded to grey and the red is patchy

fun fact too this also means abel keeps the scent of incense on him a lot longer than pasqal due to how fragrance stays on different fabrics. i just think this is interesting

okay im done now go forth with knowledge or something ╮(╯▽╰)╭

okay his outfit has really been bothering me for absolutely ages so here. bastard man.

[redwinterroses]

rant warning ahead, i have a lot of thoughts about this au. it’s probably gonna get pretty sewing-nerd-y too so be prepared lol

first up: tools. i imagine that very talented stitchworkers don’t need tools, but most stitchers (or unstitchers) do. things like needles, looms, you get the idea. probably not real needles, more metaphysical, but my point still stands. there are all sorts of different needles depending on the craft and the user’s persona style. WAIT what about things like sewing machines?? like maybe they could exist but since stitching is yknow, illegal and all that, i’m not sure. idk but its definitely A Concept that would be very fun to dive into.

also! knots! if someone were to be taught stitching, (which i feel like at least one person on the hermitcraft server is currently being taught), i think that they would definitely start with knots. connecting two pieces of reality but only at the corner seems like a great way to teach a beginner. i think you probably could just use knots as your main form of stitching but it takes more effort. also also back to the whole “you’re either born with magic or you’re not“ thing. consider: a lot of people are born with it, but most don’t know they have the ability. theyve never tried, never even considered it because of how much it’s frowned upon. developing an ability you didn’t know you had takes time, but having someone experienced to help you along certainly helps.

obviously there are different types of fabric when it comes to stitching irl, so how would this translate to the AU? think how some types of fabric frays very easily, but how some doesn’t fray at all. some fabric rips, some doesn’t, some stretches, some doesn’t, etc.

different! stitches! are! definitely! a! thing! like backstitches are for bigger projects or stuff more likely to get ripped or unstitched because they’re more sturdy, whipstitches are for the finishing details or the edges of a project, (also for embroidery-style stitching), running stitches are more practical and less precise, etc. i would absolutely keep going with different stitches but i don’t wanna get too too ranty lol

strands vs. threads: another thing that people who don’t sew probably won’t know!! basically one thread has six strands and you can separate them depending on how thick you want the line of string to be. so like, 6 strand sewing is for big projects, and two strand sewing is for tiny in-reality adjusments. stuff like changing jellie’s fur pattern to mess with scar or drying a wet sponge. (one strand sewing isn’t a thing, your thread will rip. use this information how you will.)

patches! most reality patches are made of the same material as the original, but there are definitely some stitchers who prefer to make flashy noticeable patches made of way different material that stands out. put a patch of the nether in a spot where the overworld reality tore. you get the point.

different styles of stitching! i know this has already been brought up but i want to go more in-depth with it.

cleo’s stitching is ABSOLUTELY embroidery. there’s literally no question about it. i feel like grian stitches with both embroidery and knots. Im thinking xB felts. idk why. mumbo is probably still learning but i think he would mostly just use sewing. scar can practically do it all, he’s a jack of all trades type. his go-to is sewing though. i know you already said x and ex work best with knitting, but honestly i think crochet suits them better. zedaph probably works with lace-sewing best. (is there an actual word for that? i feel like there is.) stress weaves.

random thing that i just thought up: certain hairstyles are associated with stitchworkers, and can be used as signals. the most obvious one is a braid/braids, especially for weavers, because well. its practically just weaving except with hair. stuff like doing hair can also help people hone in on their craft because yes.

told you it’d get rant-y. this is the shortened version. i have adhd ok

i love this. i love many elements of this and will definitely possibly maybe sssstteaalborrow them. XD

[wetslug]

BY THE WAY since i b mentioning it but its a niche-ass job so i think 99% of u dont understand what im talking about when im complaining about work:

~the role of a pathologist assistant in canada ~ -tissues removed during biopsy or surgery (i.e. colon biopsy, arm amputation, appendix removal) gets sent directly from the surgical unit to the anatomical pathology department... the PA would input the description (size, color, appearance), look for obvious masses perforations defects etc (ever been at a doctors and they bring up a report for a biopsy and its got a lot of dumb words for stuff that seems obvious?? yea a PA writes that) -decides what pieces of that tissue specimen the pathologist would like to see (i.e. if a skin cancer was removed u likely want to see the borders where u removed to confirm that u successfully removed the entire cancer) and cut them off the main sample... you put them in a tiny little flat box and include whats in what in ur description -a different team in the hospital (MLTs i think) will take all ur little boxes, process the tissue pieces, imbed them in paraffin wax, and cut very very thin slices (w a machine) and choose good slices to go on a microscope slide. the slide gets sent up to the actual pathologist and they will look up the microscope and confirm diagnosis/look for malignancy/etc

-you also do gross work (like 'big' work not gross as in disgusting lmao) for autopsies including external exam of the body, opening it up (Y incision and cranium removal), removing each organ individually while looking for problemos including removing the brain and spinal cord (organs passed onto a pathologist at this point), closing the body by sewing it up, cleaning it, transfering it into and out of body bag, and organizing its release to the funeral home (or whatever family wants)

-the big question: how much money u making?? about 40 CAD/hour, so less than ur nurse coworkers w/ postgrad qualifications, but i think ur essentially paying for the benefit of never having to interact w (alive) patients

[highoncatfood]

IVE BEEN SAYING THIS!!!!!!

its my favourite part of his character the way the narrative treats him as this Serious Dangerous Villain and everyone is actually afraid of him/respects him (although thats most likely also jst due to the fear of whatever the hell he might come up with as punishment if they dont so yknow) but he is. so goofy. (which honestly makes the fact that he isnt actually the real main antagonist of the story even funnier. like hes seriously jst this way for the sake of it huh

hes so dramatic and unserious i cannot take him seriously Ever.

when he started crying on command i immediately knew hes gonna be my favourite. that is so funny im sorry. the way he dealt with seth was insane he listens to this man trying to explain himself on the verge of tears saying b b but ur the one who told me to do this!!! and goes 'umm nuh uh. also! die ^_^' like ur telling me This is the guy thats the head of the police force in this city. yeah okay sure makes sense

the insults he utters give me second hand embarrassment my guy what r u talking abt. u bet ur ass he probably thinks hes abt to sound so cool and scary and then spits out the lamest most nonthreatening thing ive ever heard. (umbrella sewing machine, balloon boy, duty or cosmic law etc etc)

a little off topic but i cant stop thinking abt how the cube thing reminds me of the perfectly generic object from homestuck sorry ok.

yomi chilling with his hundred pretty little cubes

anyway back to his cringe loser behavior. its also so funny to me how he keeps bragging abt how daaaangerous he is and how he threatens to personally torture the main cast on multiple occasions but he never rlly. does anything even close to it. like at all basically. he kicked his idiot minion goons whod probs knock themselves out on their own if he jst asked them to and hit vivia a very generous number of Once. and i guess stomped on yakou a bunch of times but the man was already fucking helpless dying on the floor like do u get wht im trying to say he only gets physically aggressive with ppl obviously much weaker than him/not able to defend themselves. his ass was RUNNING the Second halara moved in that one scene. this man thinks hes some kind of evil badass but take away his pathetic little whip and he is running to look for someone to use as a human shield asap. i lose 3 years of my life anytime anyone says he could ever win in a fair fight. did u see this man theres not a single defined muscle on his body ok im getting off track wait. point is he makes himself out to be Big and Gweat and Scawy but hes like a cat that hisses and cries if u spray water in his face a little too strongly. also dont get me started on the scene after the ch4 labyrinth where he is POINTING 2 GUNS in yuma and vivs faces but hed still rather stall for 10 minutes monologuing like dude they r literally right there jst pull the trigger. nie masz psychy. god i fucking love him

I think many fanfics or other works featuring Yomi depict him as like Way Too Serious than he actually is like. That's the guy who mastered the skill to ugly cry on command just so he can mock pretend to be distraught at Seth's heinous atrocities (pointed out by his gf of course) before sending him to the chopper this is the only scene where he did so they even gave him like three unique sprites just for that. This is the man that upon watching the liveleak footage of the submarine explosion (whilst using his gf as a seat) exclaimed in the most enthusiastic voice "KABOOM!! It sank all right! Haha!" in front of tens of his men completely unbothered, minutes later after the woman cube incident he says "alllll right now let's go and find the corpses of those detectives that got blown up :)" with his hand up in the air. And that is after his cube scene. And I cannot state this enough, the Cube Machine was not specifically just made as a one time thing for Martina, the weirdly passionate way he speaks about The Cube, stating he's gonna carry the woman flesh cube on his form at all times in front of tens of his men once a-fucking-gain, the goddamn "even humans can be turned into pretty (highlighted in game.) little cubes" line that even I can't fucking decipher is just... he's just really obsessed with the Cube object. There is no normal (well, as normal as attempting to turn your gf into a cube can be) explanation for this. Plus, invented detectivephobia, according to some people. Even if he claims to Makoto, he can easily also be just... gently coaxed by him just politely saying "please🥺" once, into letting an alleged terrorist completely off the hook, that he wanted to capture and torture so bad before that point. He fumbles his insults so fucking tragically "that's even more impossible than a chance meeting between an umbrella and a sewing machine on an operating table" "empty headed balloon boy" so far I can name only one (1) that actually landed, and that's debatable too. After momentarily getting rid of Makoto resulting in him being alone in the room with Yuma (the goons don't count as people), literally after 2 seconds with the tiny wretch his first question is "what even are you. why do you exist. you aren't from this city. you aren't a detective. so what point is there in your existence :/ not like i care anyway... take him away girls" (what was he on about, how did he know yuma is and isn't a detective, guess you will never know). The "YUOUR IN NO POSITION TO ORDER AROUND THE GREAT YOMI!!1!11". His honest reaction to Makoto getting those documents is to start screeching "CAPTURE HIM EXECUTE HIM CHOP HIS HEAD OFF CRUSH HIS SKULL!!!!!!!!". That was my hopefully comprehensive Yomi moment scene list. Let Yomi be silly and deeply, incredibly unserious. Cringe, even. I am begging. While he can absolutely act intimidating when he wants to, he usually fucks it up like, 3 minutes in with his uncontrollable desire to be the goofiest guy in the room. Genuinely tragic

[descendantofthesparrow]

Encore - POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 23 - finishing touches

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You hummed around your fork as the creamy buttercream hit your tongue, looking down at your lap that held your aunt's tablet as you looked over the concept art your aunt had made for your wedding cake.

They ranged from sheet cakes with black and red swirling designs to four-tiered cakes with black and silver designs with red roses decorating the top and bottom tiers.

“these are all so pretty, I have no clue which one to choose” you sighed, setting down the fork next to the crumbs of your once existing sample cake, you and Harry had decided on the flavors a bit ago, chocolate raspberry truffle cake with raspberry glaze and chocolate buttercream and angel food with light vanilla buttercream.

Tonks, your aunt, laughed and held her hand out for the tablet, you leaning over with it and placing it in her hand “that’s no problem if you can't decide right now, there's no rush since your wedding isn’t till…have you decided when you’ll get married?” you paused at her question and shrugged, you honestly didn’t remember if you and Harry had decided on a date, almost everything was ready and set.

The place, the décor, the flowers, the bridesmaids, groomsmen, junior bridesmaids, and groomsmen all chosen, their clothes and accessories ready to be of use. the flower girls were chosen and their clothes ready, the place where you would have the reception at was chosen, the food at the reception was chosen, who was going to marry you and Harry (FG offered to marry the two of you, being the one to originally separate you she wanted to officially bind you together as an apology), who was going to give you away (your aunt), the archway you were going to be married under was designed, Evie said your dress and Harrys suit was ready, the guest list was long since completed, all that was left to do was chose the cake design and decide the time and day to get married really.

“not sure yet, I’ll ask Harry the next time we talk about wedding stuff” you smiled as Tonks gave you a grin and flipped through her cake designs again.

“im sure you’ll pick the best day, now pick a cake” she slid the tablet back over to you. You picked it up and scrolled through the designs again.

You finally decided on the four-tiered cake with white fondant and silver piping designs, with black borders and red roses swirling from the top to the bottom. “great choice, now I think you have a final dress fitting to get to~” Tonks teased, standing to give you a hug and waving you off as you walked into the back to go through a portal to the descendant's universe.

You stuck your key into the storage room door lock and turned it, the portal opening behind the closed door. You swung it open and stepped into the shimmering light portal.

A moment later you stepped out into Evie's starter castle, calling out to her to let her know you were there “Evie!! Im here!” you heard her call back to you from the greenhouse turned office and you made your way over to her. “so I heard that my dress is ready?” Evie spun in her chair, facing away from the light purple dress she was working on, and nodded with a bright grin.

“All ready! Harry's suit is done too but I’ll have him come by later, try it on!” she dashed over to one of her movable dress wracks and plucked a gorgeous white dress with billowy sheen sleeves, a plunging sweetheart neckline, and a long sheer train that flowed from the back. “here you go! Now go go! I want to see the finished product on you!” she squealed, jumping in excitement as you took the dress and went to go change behind the changing screen Evie had installed a while ago for her costumers that came personally to her office.

It took a minute or two to get into the dress, with all the fabric but it was pretty easy to figure out how to put it on. Finally, you zipped up the back and picked up the skirt, and stepped out from behind the changing screen.

Evie gasped and clapped erratically “O M G it's perfect~!!! You look so amazing!!!” you let out a small laugh and let Evie lead you to her standing mirror, gasping at your reflection.

(yes im showing the design again im so damn proud of this dress i want it for my own wedding if i ever have one)

It was exactly the way you had designed it, from the small gems decorating your neckline to the white sapphire waist overlay “Evie, it's perfect” your voice cracked, pure happiness overwhelming you “it’s exactly what I wanted, and dreamed of”

“thank you so much for trusting me with it (y/n), and it's beautiful because you designed it too, you have an amazing eye for fashion” Evie giggled, holding onto your shoulders and smiling at you in the reflection of the mirror. “you are going to take Harry's breath away on your wedding day”

You laughed again, wiping the tears from your eyes and turning, wrapping your arms around Evie and hugging her tightly “thank you so much Evie” she hummed and hugged you back.

“you’re welcome (y/n), it’s the least I could do for all I've done” you raised your brow and leaned back, about to ask her what she meant before you remembered she had helped Mal kidnap you to have FG transport you back to your world.

“Still, thank you” you patted her arm, twirling back around and admiring the dress again. “I love it so much.”

“im glad” Evie sang, walking back over to her desk and continuing on the dress she had paused working on when you walked “so is everything almost done?”

“yep” you chirped, spinning and grinning to yourself as the skirt and train flared around you. “it’s all done actually, all that’s left is for Harry to try on his suit and for us to pick a day and time”

“oh, the archway is finished?” Evie asked, looking over her shoulder at you. The archway that you and Harry would be married under would be installed on your new ship for your wedding, but you and Harry had gone through a billion designs before finding the perfect one, and it had just been finished building and all it needed were its white and red roses decorating the main top boards.

“yep, Harry and I approved the final work two nights ago, we’re basically ready to get married at any point now” you turned and walked back over to the changing screen, unzipping the dress and letting it fall down your arms. “again, just need to pick a day”

Evie clapped her hands in glee “oooh I so excited, honestly, I think im more excited for this than I am Mal and Ben's wedding” you laughed loudly at that.

“Really?” you tilted your head out of the screen, raising your brow at Evie “why?”

“I don’t know” Evie sighed “something about it being more…private? And it’s really just going to be personal friends and family with some extra people, right? it just feels a bit more intimate than their wedding which is going to be broadcasted across Auradon”

You hummed, yeah you were glad you didn’t have to deal with all that for your wedding, and your wedding, hopefully, also would have Carlos actually there, he had mentioned that the day of Mal and Bens wedding was the day of his very important-you can't miss it or you’ll fail the entire year-finals test for veterinary school.

Ben and Mal had tried to reschedule their wedding so Carlos could attend but unfortunately, everything was all set and both were unable to move the date. They promised they would have either Jay or Doug record everything for him so he could at least see the wedding “personally” instead of on the news, he would be there for the reception but he would be missing the ceremony.

“what month are you thinking for it?” Evie wondered aloud, the hum of her sewing machine overpowering her voice a bit.

“im thinking either late spring or early summer? So May or June. I don’t want it to be cold as all hell but I don’t want it to be so warm everyone's sweating?” you shrugged on your shirt and zipped up your boots, stepping back out into the main area of Evie’s office with your dress in your arms “honestly I dunno, I’ll talk to Harry tonight about it, we're having dinner at my place.”

Evie nodded at that and stood, taking your dress and hanging it back up on her rack. “awesome, welp, we’re all done here! So” she waved her hands at you as if casting a spell “why don’t you get back to…whatever you were doing or needed to do after you were done with this” you laughed and nodded, spinning on your heel and walking out of Evie's office, waving her goodbye as you stepped out into her kitchen.

“kay, bye Evie!”

“bye!”

-

A couple of hours later and you were in your kitchen stirring up the mashed potatoes as Harry checked on the tri-tip. “think it's ready yet?” Harry turned to you, nodding his head at the oven.

“just check it with the meat thermometer, if it's 145 degrees it's ready” Harry nodded, putting on some oven mitts and taking out the tri-tip, sticking the meat thermometer in, and grinning.

“145, we’re ready” you nodded and turned off the heat for the gravy, and uncovered the cheese biscuits.

“Okay, ill cut it up and you can take the veggies out of the microwave and pour ‘em in the bowl thing”

You grabbed a carving knife and a large fork, transferring the tri-tip to a cutting board and slicing it up. You worked in comfortable silence to finish your prep for dinner, the only heard was your knife against the meat and cutting board and the soft music playing on Harry’s Bluetooth.

“ready!” Harry called, getting out two plates and setting them on the counter, walking over to you and kissing your cheek “thank yeh for helping me make this darling”

“you’re welcome Harry” you hummed, setting down the knife and fork and walking around Harry to get to the plates “plate up! And let's eat!”

After filling your plates with tri-tip, mashed potatoes and gravy, cheese biscuits, and corn, your dinner was ready to eat. You and Harry sat down at the counter/kitchen window and clinked your sodas before digging in, Harry dancing in his seat a bit as he bit into his food.

“good?” Harry just hummed happily, and nodded, picking up his biscuit and bobbing his head as he bit into it. “good.” You laughed slightly and dug into your own food, humming as you bit into the tri-tip “good job on the tri-tip, it’s fucking bomb” Harry grinned and his ears turned red.

“Thank yeh, Uma taught me how ta season steak a bit after the barrier came down.” You laughed again and pulled out your phone to text Uma.

“well she's a damn good teacher, it’s fucking bomb” you sent a quick text to Uma telling her that she needed to teach harry more cooking stuff and she sent back a wink and a thumbs up.

“soooo” you and Harry spoke in unison, stopping to look at each other and laughing “okay okay” you waved your hands around “me first” Harry laughed a bit and nodded, leaning on his fist and watching you “so, twice today I've been asked when we’re getting married and-I realized I don’t remember if we talked about it, like, at all” Harry snorted.

“aye, Evie, Uma, an’ CJ asked meh the same thing, and yeah we’ve…never talked about when we want ta get married” you and Harry shared an ‘oh shit’ smile and you shook your head.

“well, when Evie asked me about it the first thought that came to my head was early summer or late spring, so like, May or June?” harry hummed and tapped the counter with his fingers.

“huh, May actually sounds good, um, weekend or weekday?” you lifted your feet and rested them on the sideways beams of Harry's stool.

“mmm, weekend? Mostly everyone will be free on the weekends” Harry nodded, and took another bite of mashed potatoes “maybe a Saturday?”

“sounds good” Harry mumbled through his food, swallowing it and taking out his phone, opening his calendar and scrolling up to May “um, so we have the 1st, 8th, 15th,22nd, and the 29th for Saturday’s”

You leaned closer to Harry and set your chin on his shoulder, examining the calendar on his phone “how bout the 22nd? That way it’s not too soon for anyone's schedule and not the direct end of the month” Harry smiled and nodded in agreement.

“that’s perfect, May 22nd it is, that’s when we'll get married” Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead “I can't wait for that day, my love”

“I can't wait either, I tried on my finished dress today and I just wanted to show you immediately, it's so dang pretty~!” you squealed, grinning as Harry chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“and I can't wait ta see you wearing it, I can’t wait ta see yeh walk down the aisle towards me and I can't wait ta call yeh meh wife” you forced down the burning in your nose and eyes and wrapped your arms around Harry, burying your face in his shoulder. “and I can't wait to call you my husband, and love you for the rest of my life” Harry hugged you back tightly, pulling you into his lap and pressing his cheek to the side of your head.

“I love you so much (y/n)”

“I love you too Harry”

-

“finally! I was wondering when you two were going to pick a date, I've kept my calendar open just in case you two decided to say ‘fuck it’ and get married on a whim.” Uma waved her hands about as she ranted, and you hid your smile behind your glass and took a sip of your (drink)

“Yeah, guess we can also finally print those invitations now too” Uma hummed at that and set her cup down, tilting her head at you.

“well, the guest list is all done, right? So it won't be that much to do” you shook your head and took another sip of your (drink).

“Nope, just the design, and then printing, and everything will be ready to go, Harry and I already called Ben about using his private docks for the wedding because that’s where our ship is and he’s all for it” Uma nodded, moving forward on the table and resting her chin in her palm.

“so, next month, you and Harry get married~” you giggled in excitement and danced in your seat a bit.

“yep, hard to believe it's been almost a year since we got engaged, I feel like it's only been a month” you wished wistfully, a dreamy smile on your face “when I arrived on the isle, I never thought that Harry and I would even meet, then all of a sudden I was a part of your crew.” You and Uma shared a reminiscent smile, it had happened oh so long ago, all the way back in 2017 after D2 had released, and now it was 2021 and you were engaged to Harry freaking Hook, Uma was one of your best friends, Gil the other best friend, and you could travel from your world to the descendant's world.

It was like a dream come true, and if it was just a dream?

You hoped you would never wake up.

-end of part 23-

I know these wedding planning parts are lowkey kinda boring but really im just trying to set up the wedding part(s) (if it seems like im dragging everything out pls tell me, I don’t want to bore yall)XD which is soon! It'll probably be posted on May 22nd and considering I've been posting like, once a month (im sorry lol), the next chapter may possibly be the wedding chapter but IDK~!!! But anyway thank you all for reading my dumb Harry Hook x reader that I started back in 2018 so it been like, more than two years since I posted the first part and for some reason yall liked it and asked for more??? Which like, my writing fucking sucked back then, so why the fuck did yall like it? XD

Anyway, just saying again that I will be making rewrites of part of your world and reprise, encore I’ll leave alone since I think it has okay writing, I might re-edit the first couple parts if I cringe enough at em but otherwise, encore will be left alone while the first two parts of the series will get rewritten. I will leave the original versions up but again, new versions coming after I finish encore.

Thank you! - R.Sparrow

(oh! also I designed the invitations~

pretty~ okay im done!)

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[pbandjesse]

It was my first day back at the museum!! I was so nervous but it went great. I wish I had accomplished some more stuff today but like. I worked a whole shift and I had a great time.

I slept okay last night. My whistling was very bad. But I slept okay. Waking up sort of sucked but it was okay. I was in a good mood. I loved my outfit. I matched my mask to my dress. I felt great. But I was still very nervous and then my boots wouldn't go on and James tried to help me but made it worse and I got very upset but I knew that was stupid and I hate when I do that.

James got my bike ready and walked me outside. Some of our neighbors were there and wished me luck. I believe Kim left for her long trip today. I am sad I didn't give her a goodbye hug but I was very distracted. And also just super anxious.

But I was off. I loved biking. I had to stop pretty quick to tie my bag off because I am always afraid someone will grab it from my basket. But once I fixed that concern I was off and I had a great ride with great music.

I was nervous about being late but it was fine. I got to the museum and was so happy to be there. Meahgan was there and gave me a big hug. And Becca was there! And Jack and John and Estelle. And Jessica is super pregnant!! It was all so exciting.

I was very nervous so I went and walked around the tour route to try to jog my memory. I was convinced I was going to completely blank. But of course I didn't and it was great.

The first program I had was the sewing program, Needles, with Estelle. And she's lovely and I worked on pretreading the needles while she set up the rest. And once the kids got there it was honestly totally fine. I had a blast.

The sewing went pretty well. They all worked well together and it was a great discussion. And then it was tour time. The part I was dreading. But it honestly went so good. I for sure stumbled but it was mostly because I had a child who interrupted a lot. But besides that I really leaned in and it was so fun. I told more jokes then normal and asked more questions but it was like. Perfect. I was so happy with it at the end.

They had lunch next. I went to the breakroom and enjoyed the food I brought and the conversations with my coworkers. It was interesting to talk about when the last time we were there. How we remember it went. All the weird stuff like that. But honestly I think we are all just excited to have a little bit of normal again.

We had the cannery program next and that wasn't scary at all. Exept I forgot I had to do the company store and my timing was way off for some reason and I cannot figure out what I did beyond talking to fast. Honestly that's probably it because I wasn't ready for it. But the actual cannery program part went great. I had them make cans and it was good.

And then they were gone. I put on my headphones and went to sit in the cannery and glue oysters and cans. Just that constant hand work. It was good.

Becca asked me to come help clean the print machines. And then Meahgan, Esstelle, and me sat together and worked. Esstelle cut her hand on an oyster. It was a whole thing. But it got cleaned up and she was okay. It was nice just sitting and talking and I am so exited to be back to work.

And then it was time to go. I thought about going to get lunch or go somewhere. But I wanted to go home. Get a feel for how long it takes me to go up hill. It takes me about 25 minutes to bike to work and about 40 to bike home with breaks. I hope it gets faster but it was the first time I have biked in a while so Im not shocked.

The hills are rough though. I took the bike path the whole way to avoid traffic but it makes me very dizzy.

And once I was home I locked my bike outside (James would bring it in later) and went up. And then I felt very bad!! I was super hot and shaky. James, the doll that they are, were in the middle of making me a quesadilla. Love them so much.

I would have my food and try to calm down but I was just this close to falling asleep. I changed and then realized I wasn't wearing my engagement ring?? Couldnt find it anywhere. Panicked. Knew I had it when I got home because I had washed my ahds because I got bike dirty on them and was glad I didn't get it on my ring. But I couldn't find it. Worked myself up really bad. But it was just in my dress pocket?? I was all upset though so I went to lay down in the studio. And at some point fell asleep until 6.

Oops.

I woke up and styled two people. I should have done more but I was just not feeling it. I laid with sweetP for a minute before I put shoes on and went to walgreens.

I thought maybe those breathright strips would help my whistling and so far I think I am right! I am breathing almost normal!! Its not the most comfortable and Im worried the tape is going to give me a rash (I did get the sensitive skin on but still, plastic bandaids give me rashes) but I am breathing!

I also got a bone crab. I love the stupid bone animals so much. And Ive seen so many good ones this year. But bone crab is just. So good.

I came home and James was still working. I had a yogurt and have been hanging out since. I took a shower. Put on a hoodie. Im in bed enjoying the breeze now. I am in a good mood.

Im at the museum all day tomorrow. Giving tours. With Gaby! Im excited to see her. My plan is to bring the laptop and styling the people I have and bring a book. But I hope to give a few tours. Well see if anyone comes.

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well my friends.

[nobody-knose--archive]

tell me about your oc's that have to do with view-monster? im understandably obsessed with that album rn and id love to hear about your characters!!!! :)

hm hm well!

the machine: a fella whose name i could never settle on [he/they] but they honestly couldn’t remember their own name anyway so it doesn’t really matter & he did have like 2 engineering/robotics/mechanic’s degrees he couldn’t remember getting & he did dress both very stylishly & appropriately for working on a massive machine in the middle of a small desert & he can’t remember his gender either for that matter & they also have way too much younger brother energy for someone taller and older than most people they know. a mess socially but will go & fix literally any mechanical problem you have if they think they’d gain something from it

the ocean: this one crosses over with deep in the ocean somewhat because why wouldn’t it but i’ve got 2 in fact! one i-kiribati sailor [manamea, she/her] and one arabian mermaid girlfriend [sultana, they/she/zey] who travel the globe in their little sailing vessel but always stop by a certain mediterranean village when the opportunity presents itself (nudge nudge wink wink). they’re very passionate concerning climate change & always show up the other boaters with their epic fishing skills, and only one of those traits has something to do with mermaid skillz.

marketland: Oh You Know

spring-heeled jack: i actually spoke about these guys in vague terms with west xylophone but it was ages ago so the gist is: spring heeled jack [he/him] is a trans guy who terrorizes georgian-era london for personal reasons and ends up meeting one safiyya [she/her] & after a little while they fall in love <3 i swear most of these stories aren’t about love but yeah they’re just kinda like that. also (and here’s the bit that makes no sense if you weren’t in west xylophone) jack somehow gets himself tasked with the entire political reformation of marketland despite being entirely unqualified for this & so safiyya basically works with him as her surrogate in getting that figured out. i have so much lore

marketland for real: k yeah with that last bit i oughta add jack & safiyya are friends with a fella named phesheya [he/him] whom jack meets first in marketland, a meeting which ropes him into the whole working-in-marketland deal in the first place, and they later meet up a couple years later in london again. phesheya’s the pov dude for marketland & he’s less a stuck-up prick & more entally mill but at least he sews a mean doublet.

the satirist’s love song, being a rock star, and the afternoon had stories attached to but not based on them/i was still figuring something out & haven’t got anything concrete yet. the least i can say is that for one character it’s only satire from hir point of view, hating on pop rock is not the only reason she’s starting her own band, and time gets very iffy when you’re a ghost.

[gender-trash]

I FINISHED THE QUILT

i abjectly Refuse to press Anything at FOUR IN THE MORNING so i actually finished off the last corner with more hexagons (extra hexagons are a thing i have in abundant supply bc i didnt “do math” at any point to “calculate how many i needed” i just kept cutting fabric into hexagons until it felt like a good amount) and tbqh it’s hacky but i kinda really like it?? like i couldve integrated it better with the actual quilt top hexagons but it has a fun vibe and this quilt is already Scrappy so it like, fits! which i wasnt expecting!

pictures tomorrow bc i am going the hell to bed but tonight i sleep TRIUMPHANT and COZY

also i didnt bother to watch any like tutorials or anything on how to quilt, i just kind of winged it — does anyone know if theres like a special sewing machine foot you use to attach the binding? because it felt like the top layer was getting pulled out of alignment with the bottom layer despite my pinning and it built up these weird twisty wrinkles :/ i think i probably have just about any applicable Vintage Singer Foot by now because whenever im at an estate sale and theyre selling a mixed bag of singer accessories for five bucks i snag it because why the hell not

anyway i dont understand why Insufficient Edge Binding happened to me tonight, im a good person who MEASURED BEFOREHAND TO CHECK THAT I HAD ENOUGH and i really dont deserve cosmic punishment. maybe the mitered corners ate more length than i expected?? ???

its 3am i thought i could finish this tonight. pressed all my fucking edging like a good person and everything.

no!!! i lost Quilt Chicken!!! foiled at the LAST step of quilt!! infuriating!!

[ikenugs]

I was literally just thinking of what new thing I should fantasize in my head about, and that's when my dad called me to say good night. As like everyone in my family says, "Goodnight, love you" or something along the lines and gives each other a hug. So the Mc really missing the same practices her parents used to do, as she had an affectionate family. While also being too afraid to ask anyone about it, especially Nobunaga.

Ikesen Scenarios~ Goodnight Hugs

And here she found herself in the meeting room, yet again being dragged from the comfort of her bed and bearsace. Agriculture was a very important part of Azuchi's economic structure and was thought to produce some of the ripest crops around. Though along with that, to have the ability to cultivate the land, the farmers had to acquire the right materials and skillfully use them. The Oda had just received fertile land a little to the east, so this meeting was mainly about transporting supplies there and investing the money for the supplies. Though she didn't recall much that she learned in school on Japanese history, she found this sorta thing a bit interesting. Obviously, it's different reading it from a textbook you've been staring at for hours, then actually experiencing and observing farmers. Watching them plow fields instead of using huge machines that pollute the Earth, like they do in the future. She hadn't seen anything beyond Azuchi's bustling shopping area, aside from the woods and Honno-Ji. So it'd be nice to see more of ancient Japan. She was still very sleepy, and blah blah money, blah leader accounting financial stuff. And you could occasionally see the drool falling from her mouth, as she dozed off. Though she did brighten up when they began decided who would deliver the supplies. Which ended up being Masamune, as he was 'itching to get out and cause some mischief somewhere else' resulting in a whack from Hideyoshi. Besides that he glanced over at her with his signature cheeky grin, "Would you like to accompany me, Lass?" Now that wasn't an offer she could just refuse, again, a bit of adventure couldn't hurt. She wondered how different their lives were compared to Azuchi. "Well, that would be lovely, only if I'm not a burden." Which she could see the unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes, and knew there was more than just and invite to deliver materials. For all she knows, that look could mean he's gonna set a tree on fire and tie her to it. Maybe throw a dagger at her while he's at it, so this was going to be some journey.

In a commanding tone, Nobunaga officially dismissed them all, though everyone lingered and chatted comfortably. Now that it was over, she couldn't stop herself from imagining the toasty feeling of her bed 'soon my love'. It didn't ease the thoughts that have been pestering her recently though, they were thoughts about her family, ones she missed dearly. She recalled when her father would knock on her door to tell her goodnight and give her a hug. Her loved ones always hugged and wished everyone a 'goodnight, love you', as she grew up in a very affectionate family. So, you could say that she was feeling quite 'touch starved', not in a thirsty way, but a pure one. All the warlords gathered in that very room, we're playing the roles of her Sengoku family, and she loved them all very much. But she missed her old family habits, she was even affectionate towards her friends and loved hugs. So even after being there for a month, it was difficult not to reminisce on her past (or now, future). She didn't notice that she had zoned out in deep thought, her gaze landing right beside Nobu's head. He silently scrutinized her, it seemed as though she wanted something.

"Is there something you need, Emi? You've been staring at me for the past few minutes now." Now she was alert, and apologized sheepishly. "I-im very sorry, I was just thinking about something. And was wondering......um.." Mitsuhide's attention was drawn to the flustered girl before Nobunaga and chuckled a bit 'what could she be on about now?' She tried to begin again, shakily, " uh.... Well, umm.. You see... I" He raised his eyebrow as if to say, 'if you're gonna say something then get on with it' She just started at his desolate frosty eyes, with lack of warmth. Asking him for affection may not be the best, maybe Mitsunari would be easier to ask? "Actually, uh.. I think I'll just go ask Mitsunari, instead.." Emi began to think away from the lord. 'What does Mitsunari have that I don't?' Is what went through his brain as he waited to see what would happen if she asked the sweetheart of their group.

With a blush still dusting her cheeks, she reached a hand and tapped on Nari's shoulder, who turned around with a welcoming smile. "Lady, Emi!!" She giggled at his innocent reaction, her conversations with him were a bit flowier. Yet again she became a little shy, but the friendliness radiating off of the sweet angel gave her the courage to continue. "Mitsunari, .......? Could you give me a hug??" He titled his head for a moment then spoke, "A..........hug?..Well, of course Lady, Emi!" He then embraced her tenderly, what a fricken cinnamon roooooooooooooolllllll.

"Is it comfort that you seek? Because I can't give that to you." Nobu said as monotone as ever, Nari's enthusiasm had drawn all eyes and ears. "So you just wanted to ask for an embrace, then?" She bowed her head a bit towards him and spoke what was bothering her. "Well, yes, but that's not everything. You see I was just missing my family, and we had a practice where before bed we all gave each other hugs and said that we loved each other. And whenever we did that... I got a warm feeling in my chest, it always helped me sleep." They all noticed the wistful look in her eyes, it was difficult to ignore the way her heart ached, a pleading for intimacy. It was a pretty lonely feeling. No one wanted to feel that way, and I guess the loneliness she felt could be understood by the lot. She couldn't see her family for at least two months around 61 days, it was a bit heartbreaking. She did have Sasuke and Bearsace other than the six there, but Sasuke was quiet busy doing Ninja stuff, and Bearsace isn't a person. She even tried expressing her emotion and passion in her sewing, but things like that were just momentary distractions from her inevitable feelings. Even though she was in a bit of a vulnerable state, Mitsuhide being the tease he is decided that this is perfect bait, and he couldn't just let this chance slip by, could he? He chuckled softly, and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"So, if what my ears are hearing is correct, you want us to express our love for you and embrace you warmly as though you were our wives?" Emi immediately flushed, I guess in this time that would be something only lovers would do. "N-no, of course not, I just want a hug, as you guys are the closest thing to family I have here, " The unmistakable tear in her voice pierced the hearts of even the coldest warlords in the room. Her hair covered her eyes as she bowed down, she had said her family was so far you couldn't point it out on a map, but they were in different TIME PERIODS. But, she couldn't cry, a show of weakness like this one could cost her too many precious things in the Sengoku period. Her actions even made Mitsuhide loss his composure for just a moment, only a second though.

Hideyoshi frowned and looked seriously towards his vassal. "Mitsunari, " "My Lord, should we........?" "I believe it's time..." Mitsunari nodded in understanding. Ieyasu's face turned to one of dread, of pure horror. Mitsuhide raised a singular eyebrow, as Masamune grinned, Nobu remained stoic, though you could see the shine in his cold eyes.

Ieyasu quickly protested, "No........... You must be kidding me, no way. Nuh uh. I refuse to participate in that, not again." She looked up concerned, what could possibly be so awful to have Ieyasu practically running in the opposite direction. Well, actually there are lots of things, having to interact with Mitsunari, acknowledging his emotions, another one of Hideyoshi's lectures, the list just goes on. This time Nobunaga stepped in to assist, "Ieyasu, " He gave a stern unwavering look, "Do you dare.... Betray the Oda by defending the victim due to your lack of being able to process physical--" "Ugh, please stop. Fine. But if you ever speak of this again, you won't wake up the next morning." This caused Mitsunari to break out in a sweet smile.

After their interaction, each one, with Ieyasu a bit more hesitant than the others, began to surround the poor girl trapped in the middle. Even Nobunaga had arose from his dias. They slowly began tightening around her, closing in on their one and only target. 'Victim?! What we're they going to do to her?! Did her declaration define her as too weak?!' Suddenly, they all slowed to a stop, a calm before the storm, a glance passed around the circle, resulting in Emi's pulse to quicken to the pace of lightening. At last, the look ended at Hideyoshi, who gave the final nodding signal.

"GROUP HUG!!!" Rang around the room as the warlords pounced on her, squishing her tight in the middle. She opened her eyes only to see a cluster of the six samurai clutching onto her in a warm embrace. Correction, actually, five samurai, as Ieyasu lingered and watched. Masamune was the first to notice, "Come on Ieyasu, wouldn't it be nice to get in on the action?! Don't be such a sourpuss!" Ieyasu scoffed at his comment, though it did look comfy, and comforting. "Oh, Ieyasu-sama, why don't you come join us?! You'd surely enjoy it!" Mitsunari called to him, that sealed the deal, despite his snide comments towards Nari, he had a bit of a soft spot for the boy. Ieyasu sighed one last time, closed his eyes and walked towards the group. Ending up squished next to the very same angel, their cheeks almost touching.

After a few moments, they backed off only to uncover a beaming Emi. She actually thought they were going to like attack her or something, her heart felt so warm, she felt like poppers we're going off in her chest. In all her excitement she went around the room and hugged each one individually. Ieyasu didn't even deny her this time, her hug with Nobunaga was a bit odd, but still made her feel fuzzy and loved.

"Hey, why does Mitsunari get two hugs?" Masamune asked, "What if I wanted another one?" She smiled brightly again and began moving in for another hug, she never took Masamune as the overly affectionate type. At the last second, she realized his cheeky tactics. "You flirt?!" There was still this feeling on her heart, as they laughed away his attempts. And each said their good night's before the sweet girl skipped out of the council room. A satisfied look on her face. Nobunaga rested his cheek on his palm as he watched her go. Shortly after they heard the crash and concerned apology from their princess.

"What an unusual woman........."

Sasuke's whole face was beet red as he watched the whole situation play out. He could most definitely say he was jealous of the woman, +15 Jealousy gained! Fanboi mode activated! If there was ever a time he wanted to fall through the ceiling tiles, it was then, how lovely it would have been to join the group hug.

"Wow, who knew the Oda were such softies....." Whispered a soft voice behind him, he jumped a bit and had to adjust himself as to not actually fall through the ceiling. "Yuki?!" He had forgotten he brought his BFF along, his fanboi had placed him in his own little world.

Needless to say, she slept very soundly and happily that night..

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I SWEAR, GET THE HISTORY BOI HIS VERY OWN PERSONAL GROUP HUG! Anyways, but just imagine this scenario, it's like so adorable. Also, Ieyasu had learned what that look meant the hard way, as he hadn't seen Wasabi for a few days and he was a little saddened by that fact, despite claiming Wasabi could run away anytime and he wouldn't care. As Mitsuhide could practically pick up anything, like the sneaky snake he is. It started with a whisper from Mitsuhide to a gasp from Hideyoshi, and with a look from his vassal, he was actually like AMBUSHED and HARASSED with hugs. It did make him feel better, though he'd never admit it lol.

Ieyasu and Mitsunari make such a cute pair don't ya think 😊 (whether platonic or not). Also I realize I forgot to include Ranmaru.. Forgive me for that...

[memcaked]

Handmade

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: Eri (TWEWY)/Misaki Shiki

Characters: Eri, Misaki Shiki

Additional tags: Sewing, Mr. Mew, pre-game, Meet-Cute, Not beta read

Summary: This is the first real template Shiki’s drawn up and sewn herself. Or would it be sewing?

Beginning notes: Addendum: This was first written and uploaded on October 8th, 2020. day 7 was while really cool was also really exhausting... so, shiki sewing mr mew and meeting fashionista eri for the first time. learnt while writing this october 8 is international lesbian day, so i think this means we have to wish these two well

even if the actual sewing didn't actually make much of an appearance i went through a shitton of old plushie tutorials i used to watch and i feel like i am obligated to put some here. maybe watching stuffed animals being made is good for your mental health idk mate im not a therapist i just type words here.

mario plushie tutorials

alpaca sock plushie tutorial

sheep sock plush 

Body: This is the first real template Shiki’s drawn up and sewed herself. Or would it be sewing? Its been like this for days now - finishes her meagre lunch fast, reaches into her bag for the sewing box that’s so packed with threads and needles and felt her spine will be horizontal when she’s done, pulls out the carefully straightened templates encased in a large ziploc, and gets to work. It’s a clump of black felt that spreads out flat like a Rorschach, but when her needle goes through she knows it’s going to take form into the head. If she can make sure her blanket stitch loops do go through, of course…

She’d stuff socks and make these cutesy pill-shaped things, tape googly eyes and decorate them with her (god, not even fabric) markers, stitch up small charms she found in DIY books or online and knot them to zippers. She’s had this idea in her head for some time now, a black toy cat with white socks to carry around in your arms. And after all the sketches she did of how it’d move around or sit the template finally came to her - she used up 3 hours of her weekend drawing shapes and thinking in her head of what stitches she’d be using to piece them together. She’s only really started cutting up the felt and putting together the scraps recently and made her first stitch into it days ago.

The fabric joins together roughly - she pushes down raw edges and undoes the last six stitches when she realises how the seams will stick out like a sore thumb, trying to visualise how the cheeks group up to form the face (oh, she just realised the eyes and mouth need to be embroidered) and which point to attach the body to. She hears a thump, something like the ones of sewing machines--

“Hey,” Shiki jolts up, almost losing the thread off her needle. She scrambles to pick it up from the table and sees these stylishly smooth thin navy sneakers, washed red laces that reach up to her ankles. Her eyes travel up to the school uniform, grey tartan skirt to the black blazer unbuttoned at the top to reveal the white dress shirt with the red and white striped necktie. Up top, red-streaked hair that falls under her shoulderblades topped with a dark grey newsie. She’s only okay at faces, but Shiki assumes this is the sleeper hit Eri, the fashionable, bubbly, popular, smart, the all-star girl she sees.

“Who are you?” Shiki must be staring owlishly at this girl with her hands clapped over her mouth in a dreaded shock. She swears she saw that paperboy cap jump in how fast she moved.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t mean to shock you like that!” The girl lifts out her hand, wearing this warm smile tinged with an apology. “I’m Eri, yeah. I, didn’t want to interrupt but I’ve been watching your sewing for a few minutes now and I wanted to tell you how good you are with a needle… how long have you been doing this?”

“I’ve spent a week on this,” Shiki lifts up the ziploc. “He’s meant to be a cat. I don’t know what to name him…”

“Mr. Mew.”

“Hm?”

“I said, call him Mr. Mew.” Eri points up, eyes glittering like this is her eureka moment. “It’s a cute name for a toy cat and it’s alliterative. You’ve just got his head?”

“It’s a work in progress, I haven’t even finished his head, I still need to bring it together and do the rest of him.”

“What’s he going to look in a week? A fortnight?” Eri’s eyes blow wider and wider like if she’s imagining something immaculate, sprung from golden thread and six-figure thread counts.

“In a week I think I’ll be doing his body. Or starting on the stuffing. If I really crunch in two weeks, maybe I can,” Shiki’s thoughts trail off, but Eri’s excited awe cuts the slack for her.

“He’ll be finished?” Eri claps her hands, grinning this pearlescently white smile. “Mr. Mew’s going to be a handsome little cat. Next period’s starting soon, can I visit you again? And see him again?”

Shiki stares down, lazily pulling another stitch through the loop. “Come all you like.”

End notes: i guess this didnt touch upon too heavily on the sewing thing but i tried to make shiki sound noviceish with this GOD why does mr. mew look so good i did textiles in school and i was heavily intimidated by my teacher who was this 60 something woman who's been sewing since 12 and has had a living ruler in her brain and would laugh at me when i had to count centimetres with rulers. also had a in-built centre of gravity/alignment and assured me she cannot leave any wonky frame alone even if the queen was there. i should've continued textiles alas stem/language consumes all my units

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Wilbur Whateley Goes Shopping Part 2.

While he’s still in London Wilbur goes Solstice shopping.

Wilbur Whateley did not belong here. Slinking through an overcrowded department store where even his unusual stature and the stench that clung to him weren't enough to keep him safe from being jostled by over zealous holiday shoppers. He jumped every time, fussing to see that none of his wardrobe had been disrupted. Looking around over the crowds heads to see if there was any quiet spot he could try to observe from. Figure out where he was going. What exactly he was here for. It was as if the whole city had been funnelled in here. How was no one else overwhelmed? How was no one else overwhelmed by the sheer quantity. Someone jostled him especially hard and Wilbur hurled a few choice words in their direction loud enough that the immediate crowd paused a moment to stare before getting back on with their errands. The offending party scurried away without so much as an apology. Though the look of terror on their face served as one. Even if he felt a little embarrassed now. He just, didn't do well around people. Not that it mattered, they'd all be gone soon. He could only hope that there were less old ones, or that they had a better grasp on personal space. But he was determined to make this trip worth something. After that disaster at the book store he wanted to come back with something. And Dunwich's single general store was beyond limited when it came to luxury goods. So here he was, scraggly, unkempt and absolutely freezing in place when anyone so much as brushed against him. Eventually, after what seemed like eons he made it to a counter and stared down a perfectly quaffed and dressed shop attendant. Who looked up at him with wide frightened eyes. “Can I help you?” She asked timidly. He gulped, fighting down a sudden wave of embaressment at the garbled excuse for English that was about to come out of his mouth.

“Yeah-yes.”

She looked like she'd rather do anything but, she looked like she wanted to call security. Wilbur soldiered on trying to downplay his accent. “I'm shoppin' fer my ma.”

That made her relax a little. As if anyone buying Christmas gifts for their mother couldn't be entirely terrible. She was wrong of course.

“An' my younger brother.” He added hastily, seeing as laying on the sentiments seemed like a good plan.

Humans and their sentiment.

Not that he was much better. He just acknowledged it was stupid.

“Oh, well then, what sort of gifts are you looking for?” She asked brightly, giving him an appraising once over, now that the initial fear seemed to have worn off he could tell she was trying to size up how much he could spend.

“'Spensive ones.” Wilbur answered, there was something distinctly unpleasant in the smile that accompanied that. 

He couldn't help it. There was something distinctly unpleasant in most of his expressions. But he did love the rare chance to wave his money in people's faces. The look of scepticism and shock on her face was priceless. The absolute disbelief when he pulled out a wallet from the tenebrous pockets of his shapeless coat and discreetly opened it to flash the woman it's contents was almost worth the trip. “I see,” she said looking between the over stuffed wallet and Wilbur's ungroomed face, managing to set aside any misgivings he gave her and settle back into her blandly polite default mode. “I'm afraid you'll have to be slightly more specific, as we do carry a wide range of luxury items, any of which would make lovely gifts.” Wilbur rolled his eyes in response, and let out a deep sigh, so irritable you'd think someone had asked him to set his foot on fire. “Dunno, what dew women like?” It was a genuine question. What the fuck did he get for Lavinia? Clothes? Jewellery? Not shoes that was for damn sure. “Oh, well, if you'd like I can show you around the accessories section and point out some of our more popular items?” “Yeah, that'd be good.” “Alright, follow me then.” She slipped out from behind the counter and led Wilbur around the shop. He was grateful for the assistance, even if he didn't fancy following someone around like a lost dog it was better than milling around poking things aimlessly. He ended up with an armful of things. Perfume (which didn't smell all that good to him, but he was assured it was lovely, and much subtler once it settled on to the skin.), A hat with a bunch of flowers (Lavinia liked flowers, he wasn't to sure about hats.) And an armful of assorted fripperies and frills all floaty and lacy. Grossly impractical, he hadn't the faintest idea when she'd every get the chance to wear things like this. But he'd seen her ogling similar things in a magazine once or twice, and she was very fond of some of the gauzier curtains in the house. Even if they all had moth holes. “Do you think that's enough?” His shop attendant asked looking up, craning her neck to see over the stack of gifts. “Uh, think so, one 'er two more things. I we-was thinkin' I might get her sum 've those tinted glasses...An' a sewin' machine. One 've the treadle 'uns.” In truth the sewing machine was for Wilbur, who's continued growth spurts meant he was spending an enormous time trying to stitch together his own clothes. Hopefully this would speed things along. “Oh I know where both of those are, just follow me.” Wilbur did, staggering after her, carrying his precarious load. “Would you like us to gift wrap those for you?” Wilbur had to peer down and around to see her. “Yeah, that'd be...good.” “Okay, I think, just put them down here.” Wilbur did, dropping the whole stack on the table. Trying to pick up the sewing machine had been a mistake. People always assumed that his size came with strength to match, but after only a few moments his arms felt like jelly. “And you said you're also shopping for your brother?” His assistant was currently wrapping a hat box in a garishly bright paper covered in pictures of stockings and cats. Tying ribbon into bows it seemed almost a crime to tear it apart later. Wilbur had an overwhelming feeling He'd be seeing the same piece of wrapping paper for the rest of his natural life, trundled out at every birthday and solstice until it disintegrated or his pa's friends destroyed the world. "Ah, yeah...he's lookin fe-for a..." Wilbur trialled off here knowing exactly what he needed to say but not quite able to get the word out. "Dog." He finally spat. His volume dropping to barely above a whisper, as if mentioning the word might summon ten. She looked up at him puzzled. "Sir, we're not a pet sho-"

"I know that." He snapped back. "He can't have a real 'un." There was a note of actual panic in that last sentence, his assistant flinched at the sudden snapping. Pausing mid ribbon bow, she was about to apologize for speaking out of turn but Wilbur continued. "I'm allergic, is the thing. So I thought I'd get 'im one of those toy one's, yew know, with the leash an' the wheels. Just, needs t' be a real big one." She nodded at the explanation.

"Well I'm certain we have something close in the toy department. It's just upstairs. You can pick up your packages when you're done."

As much as he hadn't been particularly offensive as a customer she really was glad to be rid of him. She couldn’t place what about those goatish features made her so uncomfortable, but something definitely did.  She very quickly turned her attention back to the shawl she was packing to avoid studying them further.

"Uh, yeah, thanks." Wilbur said. Excusing himself to trundle upstairs. He got lost on the way of course. Anyone who's spent signifiant time in a department store can understand exactly how easy that is, although in retrospect Wilbur could have followed the cacodaemoniacal shrieks of small children and found it quickly enough.

Something small and fast blundered into his legs he jumped, it let out a high-pitched shriek of terror when it looked up to see who it had collided with. Wilbur was sneering down at the kid. Some other parents pulled their children closer to them.

Typical.

Some other brat blew a raspberry at him. In Dunwich at least people knew to give him a wide berth. That trying that sort of thing was a good way to get your crops blighted. He ignored them to instead move as quick as he could to the desk. Calling the clerk's attention with startling ease despite the crowd. Being over a foot taller than the masses had some advantages. At least here he had some clear goal. It made everything so much easier. Knowing what you were here for. "...Just bring me the biggest 'un yew've got." He finished explaining to the desk clerk, before she scurried off. Leaving Wilbur to mill about and wait, unable to help himself from pulling a face or two at the small children who tried the same with him. Or chuckling when one of them started crying. A thoroughly inhuman noise which drew even more strange looks. That brief good mood vanished when he saw the plush Great Dane. "Is this big enough?" Wilbur nodded suddenly sheepish. "It'll dew." He picked it up under one arm, glad it was lighter than the sewing machine, still awkward though. He ended up buying a wagon too. Something to haul the rest around in. And then he was done.

Well, technically there was one thing left on the gift list. But that wasn't found in any department store. He toyed with buying a wedding gift for Pickman as he loaded up the rest of his stuff. But decided against it. They weren't friends. And if he had to spend another minute in this crowded hell scape he might scream. So, with a gigantic plush dog under one arm, and a wagon loaded with prettily wrapped parcels, Wilbur Whateley headed out, to the graveyard, and after that, finally, back to Dunwich.