#ladies scarf knitting pattern

[curiouscatalog]

Who wants to test this vintage knitting pattern for cozy season?

From: Godey’s Lady’s Book. Philadelphia, Pa: L.A. Godey, 1840. Vol. 83, no. 494, Aug. 1871

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[justangrymacaroni]

as a knitter, you start to notice how rare it is for characters in tv shows and movies to knit correctly. from worst to best, it ranges from:

- laughably incorrect, just flinging yarn around

- knitting the most basic scarf incredibly slowly because the actor Learned How To Do It For The Role

- old lady actresses casually knitting an intricate lace pattern while doing a monologue

- gromit from wallace and gromit

[theblackfemininesociety]

⏰ Its Time To Level Up Your Wardrobe: Everything You Need to Slay This Fall / Winter ! 💋

Hello Besties and Future Besties of B.F.S,

Tis’ the season to dress to impress! As the holidays approach, it's time to embrace vibrant colors, luxurious fabrics, and fashionable accessories that capture the festive and wintry spirit. From cozy gatherings to glamorous parties, each occasion calls for a unique outfit that showcases your personal style. Whether you opt for a classic little black dress, a chic tailored suit, or a playful holiday sweater, remember to accessorize with flair. Statement jewelry, elegant shoes, and a stylish clutch can elevate any look, making you shine at every event. Embrace the season's trends, mix and match textures, and don’t be afraid to step outside your comfort zone.

This is where your BFF (us, duh!) comes in to make sure you have the best fashion looks while you create unforgettable memories!

👩🏿‍🎨 Let's start with the color schemes:

As the seasons change, it's the perfect time to refresh your wardrobe with inspiring color schemes that capture the essence of fall and winter. Think warm earth tones, rich jewel hues, and cozy neutrals that not only evoke the beauty of nature during these months but also create stylish, layered looks. Use the color palettes above as a guide to mix and match pieces, from chunky knits to tailored coats, ensuring your outfits are not only chic but also reflective of the season's spirit!

It’s a Cheetah-licious Fall 🐆

Animal prints (done the right way) can add flair and dimension to your looks! This season we want you ladies to experiment with cheetah/leopard prints! Whether it's a boot, jacket or scarf, we encourage you to mix and match these bold patterns with your existing wardrobe. Pair a cheetah print scarf with a solid-colored top for a chic look, or wear leopard print boots with a denim skirt for an edgy vibe. Don't be afraid to layer different prints together; just keep the colors complementary for a stylish effect (see season color schemes above) . Accessories are key, so consider adding a statement bag or bold jewelry to complete your outfit. Embrace your wild side and have fun with these trendy prints!

😻 Fur Trimmed Galore:

Last season, we discussed the importance of elevating your jacket selections (see post here) we mentioned how fur was giving ✨Rich Aunty💰✨ just like the Sherling jacket was highly recommended last season. We urge you to look into ANY clothing item with a fur trimming to elevate your look.

👛 Meet Tweed, Plaid’s Rich Bougie Sister:

As the crisp air of fall and winter settles in, tweed clothing emerges as the quintessential choice for those seeking both warmth and sophistication. This elevated plaid fabric, with its rich textures and intricate patterns, effortlessly elevates any ensemble, making it a staple for the season. Tweed’s timeless elegance not only provides comfort against the chill but also adds a touch of refinement to your wardrobe, whether you’re dressing for a cozy gathering or a formal event. Embrace the allure of tweed this season and step out in style, showcasing a look that is both classic and contemporary.

👢Soft Girl Suede:

This winter, let’s embrace the cozy charm of the "soft girl suede" look – it’s the perfect blend of comfort and style that will make you feel effortlessly chic! Imagine stepping out in those stunning suede high boots paired with an oversized shirt and a flirty skirt, topped off with some chic gloves to keep you warm. Suede not only looks fabulous, but it also adds a luxurious touch to any outfit, making it a must-have for the season. So let’s elevate our wardrobe and wrap ourselves in the soft, dreamy textures of suede – trust me, you won’t want to miss out on this trend!

🥋 The Power of a Belt:

A little beltology is needed this season. Point number one: do not underestimate the power of adding a belt to your look. Whether it’s a simple leather belt to add on to your trousers or a glamorous statement belt to put over your blazers or dresses, please get your belt game up! If you can splurge on a designer belt this season. This will add a little extra touch to your outfits! Accessories are a must so have fun and don’t overthink it 😉

🪢 Dare to Mix and Match Fabrics?

As we embrace the cozy charm of fall and winter, let’s elevate our layering game by mixing fabrics for a stylish twist! Imagine the warmth of a chunky knit sweater paired with the sleek elegance of a silk blouse, or the rugged appeal of a denim jacket layered over a soft cashmere turtleneck. Mixing textures not only adds depth and interest to our outfits but also allows us to play with colors and patterns in exciting new ways. This season, let's break free from the ordinary and create unique looks that reflect our individual styles. So, gather your favorite pieces, experiment with combinations, and watch how effortlessly chic our ensembles become—because layering isn’t just about warmth; it’s about making a statement!

👔 Layering with Corsets:

As the chill sets in and our wardrobes start to cozy up, it’s the perfect time to add a little flair to those capsule favorites! 🤎 This fall and winter, let’s take our style game to the next level by layering corsets over our beloved staples like a crisp white button-up, a chic long-sleeve dress, or even that classic blazer jacket!

Imagine the magic: a structured corset adds a touch of sophistication and a hint of edge, transforming your everyday looks into stunning outfits that turn heads! 🤩 Whether you’re heading to brunch, a night out, or just want to feel fabulous while running errands, this layering trick is a must-try!

🎨Colorful Monochromatics:

As we embrace the cozy vibes of fall and winter, why not add a splash of fun to our wardrobes? This season, let’s say goodbye to the dull and hello to colorful monochromatic looks that are not only stunning but super easy to pull off!

Imagine stepping out in a chic matching set or coordinating pieces that make you feel like a fashionista without the fuss. ✨ The best part? You can choose one or two pops of color from the fabulous color schemes above and effortlessly build outfits that turn heads! 💥

Whether you’re vibing with warm earth tones or cool hues, monochromatic looks can totally work with our core colors too! So, let’s mix and match, layer it up, and have fun with our outfits this season.

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[cassiocantdrink]

so ah, mittens. at some point, i stumbled across a fantastic local project on instagram. a bunch of volunteers collect handmade knits and around new year's eve, distribute them among homeless people!

pros:

fidget stimming but you get a sock at the end. or something.

learn to knit mittens. or socks. those small things i have never attempted before

get rid of leftover yarn!

somebody gets warm knits!

no need to be fancy. any mitten is better than no mitten

no need to interact with anybody, neither the volunteers nor the homeless people (i honestly don't have the spoons for that rn)

the drop off point is not only a 20-min walk from where i live (which is already a miracle, given the size of the town), but a 20-min walk on the way to work!

cons: ????

so this is how it started (found a youtube video on magic loop). despite its slightly eldritch appearance, it was a Very Instructive Mitten! the magic loop itself, decreases, increases, the obvious need for the modified kitchener graft but the most important of all??

this lady straight up PICKS UP AND KNITS several stitches (she says 4, i say 5) from the body of the mitten so that there is absolutely NO HOLE between the thumb and the body! i hated that hole for my entire life. i never knew you could get rid of it that easily.

this is my cousin's hand, misha ended up pinching a pair. it was the day when i badly miscalculated the width and ended up with what looked to me like an effing oven mitt. see, size-wise, i'm a corgi at best who's under misapprehension that she's more of a german shepherd. so i knitted a mitten that was like, my size?? measured a postgrad's average man's hand, recalculated and.... and ended up with this. fortunately misha came for a short visit, he of Huge Hands and Feet (well he's like 6'1 so they're proportional, just, you know... big. the entire misha is big, especially when viewed from a 5'5 perspective). i approached him timidly, coz, would you do me a favor, try on a mitten?

misha went ecstatic. there's not much that can drive a seasoned hematologist to ecstasy but the mitten did the trick. IT FITS!!!! proclaimed misha, IT"S SOFT!!! IT"S BEAUTIFUL! holy shit. it's a basic mitten? it's orange? would you like me to knit you a pair of maybe grey? i also have dark brown? noooo, said misha, admiring his mittened hand, IT"S TERRACOTTA and i love the color!

i had to brake here, hard. a man who knows what terracotta color even is deserves a pair of terracotta mittens, no doubt. so later, i finished the other one and mailed it to him bc of course he was only here for a day. i whipped out my measuring tape again, and IT TURNED OUT that what i thought was my size, was actually that average mens' size i was after. the length was correct for my hand, yes, but the width, oh no. the width was exactly mens M. excellent. so now i had two variants, M and L/XL, and i went to work.

the loot: NO MORE orange terracotta yarn taking up half of my yarn bin! ran out of blue and grey as well, yippee! 11 pairs total but one went to misha and three i unraveled bc they were too thin and redid in double yarn, so seven. yep, dropped them off, went without a hitch. now, after this rather intensive warm-up, i feel like i can hatch more intricate plans, hehehe.

the ultimate goal: tashashu gordon's hypnosis mittens. not now, now i feel like another sweater or maybe two if i'm being bold. but someday, definitely. and before you think i'm delusional to go from my basic knits to this, i'll have you know that i've done her aurora borealis scarf, so i fell that i have all the knowledge i need. also, i had to re-calculate the entire scarf pattern for a different gauge, so yeah. i can do this.

overall: total success, would definitely do it again. mittens, socks and chest warmers, here i come!

[start-somewhere]

New Hobby Alert!! Knitting

Alright guys, everyone and their mother (including mine) seems to adore knitting, but where's the finesse? Where's that umph?! Where is the vision of an old lady clicking her two needles together to the irritation of everyone on a train????!!! That's right, I have entered my grandmother era as the weather starts to chill and picked up knitting and here are my thoughts that no one asked for:

Knitting is as close to meditation as my distracted brain can get.

Love that I can watch youtube in the background and pretend its productive because I am knitting as I do it.

There are way more stitch types than I thought.

There are way more patterns out there than I thought.

In classic overachiever fashion, I have decided to try and knit a tapestry. Yes, I have only ever made a scarf. No, I don't know how to knit with two colors. No, I don't know what the fuck floats are (seriously though, do they matter? At the end of this I have some questions to ask yall).

Bonding with my mom feels nice!

Also free gifts I can give to people because my mom has a bunch of small balls of yarn and I can just make little squares and turn them into bunnies (tutorial I used). Pics below the questions if you want to see.

Why is it that with every other product you can throw away the label, but with knitting not only do you have to keep the yarns label to know how to properly use it, but also every other tools label too? This is bullshit.

On the flip side of that, I think it is super cool that the labels have patterns that utilize the yarn on the back.

Finally, I am glad I started this. It really has introduced me to some really cool people and I've found a little community through knitting.

Questions below (pls if you know answer them, ya girl is struggling)

Ok so this is the pattern I want to do. The issue is that on row one, it is a 9 stitch float and I don't know how to avoid that. Is there a way to pin it down? If so can you show me a video for it?

Another question I have is, is the knit stitch supposed to look like a classic 'V' in the front but, purl in the back? What is the benefits of switching between purl and knit? Is it just for stretchiness? Also I think I bastard-ized my purl. Essentially, I just did a knit stitch but, every time I transferred all the knits to one side, I switched which hand my needles were in basically just only knitting with one hand for all the rows. I can't remember which hand I started with. Below is the result.

Is there a tool where you can input a pattern (like the one I have above) and then it can track what row you are on for you? Like it highlights the row you are on and then when you press space it moves up a row? That would be so fricken cool if it did.

Lastly, here are the promised progress pics:

Should have chosen a different button for the tail but oh well.

[knightcore-rant]

my controversial opinion on knightcore fashion

or: how to dress like a knight on a daily basis without any armor so, you're a knight just like me. you're chivalrous and noble. you want some adventures, medieval literature and a sword. maybe you even want to date a prince or a princess! that's cool and then, you're searching for "knightcore fashion" to incorporate your aesthetic into your daily life and... there's nothing that fits quite right.

img src: Rachel Maksy on youtube pinterest outfits are cool, but they are too much medieval-ish? historically accurate? LARP-ish? not suitable for school and office? that's bugs me a lot and then there's amazing @/donttesstme on tiktok, that does "workspace fantasy fits" series. that's more like it, but she hasn't done a knight part yet

well, here's my take on "how to dress like a modern knight without an armor, a sword and without expensive accessories"

important note: this advices may look a little weird and confusing at first. that's okay, and I'm going to explain why: I'm doing character design for years, and I really like fashion. armorless and swordless knights are impossibly hard to design, because their key features are... armor and sword. that's what makes them recognizable. without these components an outfit may look confusing and dull alas, swords are expensive, and armor may look a little weird on you while studying. that's why I'm going to tell you how to include some secondary knighcore motifs into your outfit. it may be subtle, but the intention makes it all 1. gather some inspiration: firstly, think about yourself, your current personal style and identity. this is important, because all knights are different maybe you're a kind, noble person with a strong moral code, who prefers light clothes and golden color? then maybe paladin archetype is going to be the best for you maybe you're a pessimistic gamer goth person, and you want to keep that. then think about your favorite gothic brutal knights from dark fantasy games maybe you just like bright colors? search for some art of medieval joust armor, it's actually colorful maybe your favorite knight is Link, maybe you're the Geralt of Rivia type of person. everyone is different, so gather some unique inspiration pictures.

2. learn the basics any fashion mf knows, that there's several components of an outfit: 1. color pallete 2. silhouette 3. pattern 4. materials 5. styling (the way you put and combine items) and that's where you gonna need your inspiration pictures. analyze them, think of what's important. ask yourself questions: do I like the dark pallete? is this knitted material reminds me of something like a chain mail? does these tall boots look adventurous to me? maybe I want a bulky scarf? write it down and keep that in mind. congrats! this is your personal definition of what is knightcore fashion.

3. op's definition of knightcore fashion personally, I think that "casual knightcore" is more like an adventurecore subtype. for me, clothes like that supposed to be utilitarian and sporty, because knights tend to explore, fight with monsters and go on great adventures. I would go for hiking vibes and comfortable pieces I also would prefer to have some brown, beige and grey neutrals paired with muted green, red of dark blue. grey, metallic and silver are probably the main color for my dream casual knightcore wardrobe I wouldn't mind to add some whimsical fantasy elements, but in a subtle way. like bulky metallic jewelry with nature motifs, accessories like chunky combat boots and belts. maybe a cool DIY-ed unicorn embroidery on a jacket or pair of dagger earrings. jewelry supposed to be like a sentimental token from a lady or an artifact from a long journey also, ribbons, lace and fishnets are somehow knightcore to me?? like, recently I crocheted a oversized brown shrug for myself, and it screams chain mail in conclusion: generally, I would recommend search for some muted and natural colors, metallic jewelry, comfortable clothes for hiking, tall boots, tunik-shaped oversized shirts and huge scarfs. this is my vision of "modern knight" clothes, your vision may be different maybe I'm taking this far too serious anyway, hope that helps

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Caught in a web, drunk on love”

Shutara Senjumaru x Reader

wc : 3100

cw : not really unrequited love // jealousy // misunderstandings // a sprinkle of drama // fluffy floofs

well what can i say. she’s so mommy and i’m a hoe for mommies so i couldn’t help it. always wanted to write something for her but i was just needing that little push which obviously her bankai gave me 😩

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Spider. A creature you have never been too big of a fan of. Those creepy crawlers with their beady eyes and fuzzy limbs are, and will always be the genesis of your nightmares. Simply the idea of the word will forever have dread burgeoning within you and ice cascading down your spine, or so you have believed. Why, then, are flowers blooming inside your chest as you watch the bane of your existence weaving a web? In other words, you are atrociously, irreversibly, positively, and utterly fucked.  

In the Soul King Palace, you are one of the less important guards under the direct command of one Shutara Senjumaru. Less important of course than the esteemed Royal Guards, but certainly on par with the strongest of shinigamis. Although there is no official title to it, your position beside your lady is an equivalent of a Lieutenant down in Seireitei.

Ever since the beginning, the divine general of the north, with her onyx hair and golden halo, eyes oozing with mesmerism, and lips a delightful red, but the most arresting of all, her spindly automatonic limbs sprouting from her back like six unworldly wings, has reminded you of a spider: one that is elegant and teeming with splendour. The lady’s introduction into your life has seeded in you a habit of conjuring up her face whenever you see or even think of your once-dreaded friends. In fact, when you think of an eight-legged crawler, you are rarely thinking of one and very much thinking of the six artificially limbed stunner. Hence, you are decisively fucked.

In pursuit of comfort, your hand, as if having a mind of its own, glide towards your waist where a knitted red charm dwells, the tassel of which dangles from the white sash of your uniform. Running delicate fingers along the intricate patterns of fine silk, your lips flourish into a smile.

From socks to scarfs and whatnots, your lady, the great weaver as her name suggests, has tailored many a thing for you. Not only has she remedied a great many holes in your battle worn uniforms, she has also graciously showered you with a miscellany of pristine garments. After all, artisanship is your lady’s forte, occurring as naturally as breathing to her, and her six hands are either sewing, knitting, embroidering or doing all three of it at the same time. She does it with such great finesse and dexterity that she may as well be carving a statue of herself out of your heart, for it worships the very ground she walks on. 

When you notice her presence, you smell it before you hear it. Delightfully floral with a touch of dark undertones, heavenly, mysterious and so undoubtedly her. 

“It was my understanding that you have a strong dislike for them, no?”

Comes the mesmerising lilt of her voice, glazed with a trickle of tease, and you smile a little, knowing smile, bringing your gaze from the spider to its human counterpart.

“I’ve steadily started finding them charming I’m afraid.” The little blossom of a smile on your lips once you search her eyes is that of softness. Your lady regards you coolly with a barely noticeable smile, drenched in enigma by her siren-eyed gaze, the caress of which is well-nigh tangible on your face. It does a quick travel to your waist, and upon finding the gift that you carry on your body since acquiring it, a hum spills forth a pair of bewitching, blood-red lips. 

“Walk with me.”

You take the hand that she offers, smooth, spindly and rather ample in size that you are only truly able to grasp two of her lithe digits. 

“With pleasure, my lady.”

“Am I allowed to wonder what exactly is the architect of your change in impression of arachnid? You of yore would flee the site if she so much as catches a glimpse of an itsy-bitsy one, I’m sure.”

You love that she remembers things about you the way you do things about her. She fancies her tea with a drizzle of honey. Not unlike a spider, she does have eight arms, the two of which are of her own flesh and blood, and because she keeps them hidden under her cloak at all times, only a handful of people have witnessed them. You have, during a visit to the hot spring in Kirinden. Nobody has given her a gift personally hand crafted by them, so when you have made for her a braided charm, a very clumsy attempt at that, she has told you that she would cherish it, and cherish it, she does. Despite it being faulty, it has found its forever home tucked safely in the red sash of her outfit, the tassel of it peeking out from under her haori with every elegant step she takes. Playful banter is her favourite pastime and it amuses her greatly that you indulge her. So once again, you do.

“You have every liberty to wonder, my lady. The decision to answer lies in my hand after all. I will say this though, it’s who rather than what.”

“My,” So she drawls in a tone that deliciously tickles your spine, and when she stops, you do too, watching as lips reveal teeth in a kittenish smile. “is that so?”

You have an inkling that to an extent, she knows of your fondness for her, evident in the way she humors you. Judging from her behaviors, she does not appear entirely opposed to it, and you might even go as far as saying that there is a good chance of her considering you should you confess.

Suddenly, a droplet touches your cheek. In the small interval of time that it takes for you to look up, your lady has expertly woven an umbrella out of thin air, all the while her one hand holds onto yours. By the time a drizzle escalates to a downpour, you are well under the protection of your lady’s masterful craft. However, your heart is going haywire, for the space between the two of you has considerably narrowed when your eyes meet. Leaning forward, a cool pad of a thumb presses a delicate kiss onto your cheek, caressing the wetness away from your face which inadvertently leaves a pink tinge in its wake. 

“Let’s call it a day, shall we?”

At your nod of approval, she adjusts her hold on you, slipping her fingers just so that your hands are intertwined together. The tips of her robotic digits easily reach your wrist, and when the cool pad of her thumb gingerly traces the hummingbird flutter of your pulse, the little creature coos inside your ribcage.

Roses are red.

The sky is blue.

And oh how you love Senjumaru. 

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“Yoohoo Shutara, look who I found dilly-dallying around!” 

The guffaw of Hikifune jolts Senjumaru out of her bath induced reverie. Her head tilts, propped up by her fist, the dark waterfall of her hair swaying slightly as her eyes lazily search her friend.  

Think of the devil and the devil is here. 

A ghost of a smile graces her lips, for she finds you tucked under the arm of the ruler of grain. It has been a while after all since the two of you have spent time together. 

“Can you please unhand me?” More laughter ensues, louder this time, and your request is effectively nipped in the bud. Ruffling your hair, she tugs you closer to the point that you are smothered by her generous bosoms. 

“Lady Hikifune, you- you’re-”

Killing me with your breasts! You wanted to say, but instead, you are left a sputtering mess.

“My my, haven’t you bagged yourself a cutie, Shutara!”

Granted, Senjumaru would find the sweet strawberry shade on your cheeks ridiculously charming, that is, if it had been a product of her doing. Certainly not after you have just been called a cutie by a woman who has her breasts shoved into your face. 

And so, she rises with all the grace of a nymph, droplets on her body twinkling like little diamonds in the soft light. 

“Why Kirio, I thank you on behalf of my girl for escorting her to me,” Meanwhile, she has effortlessly drawn you into her arms, one of which is slithering across your waist. Alas, the little wasp has been caught in a spider’s web. “but if I do recall, you have matters to attend to, have you not? By all means, do not let us hinder you.” 

“Ugh now my mood is spoiled, thank you very much Shutara.” The divine general of the south’s voice drips with sarcasm, and that of the north replies just as sarcastically. “Of course.” 

“On another note, I smell ya later cutie!”

With a wink thrown towards your way, the cheery general is gone. 

“Wild woman.” Murmurs Senjumaru as two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose. 

You on the other hand, through the flimsy fabric of your robe, can feel her body pressing into your back; all the ridges and the valleys, every dip and dent, and lord is she so wonderfully soft. 

Suddenly, along with a ghost of a breath on the shell of your ear, her voice greets you. “Hello there, my girl.” Like a dollop of butter on a pile of warm, fluffy pancakes, you melt, all giddy and toasty inside. “Now that you’re here, could I trouble you to give my hair a wash?” 

“It’s no trouble at all. I’d be delighted to.” You do not dare turn lest your legs fail you, and in a desperate need of a moment of reprieve for your sorry little heart, you chance a glance at her. “Why don’t you go relax in the water, my lady. I’ll be right with you.”

There is a beat of silence before you feel hands on your hips and a delicate touch of lips on your nape.

“Do not keep me waiting for too long.”

The milkiness of her skin practically glows in the warm water while her luscious mane, like the finest of silks, effortlessly slips through your fingers. The urge to bury your nose in her silky smooth strands is strong, but not as strong as the urge to nuzzle your face in the exquisite beauty of a neck that is captivating you from beneath those onyx mane. Lost in a daydream, you do not realise that you have paused amidst your task until your lady turns towards you. Without so much as a warning, she pulls you into the pool. The sorry excuse of a cloth on your body gives way to water, and you mirror your lady in that you are now thoroughly soaked and bare. 

Her gaze roams, and you notice the exact moment that the warm mischievous glint in her eyes goes glacial. She has seen your body, or rather the marks peppered across your neck and chest in varying shades of red. Her face is unreadable, the very picture of aloofness, and although it stings, although it seems as if a chasm has suddenly appeared between the two of you, you try to bridge it, take a step, an olive branch of sorts. It is your darkest nightmare comes true however when she avoids the hand that reaches for her, a look of, dare you say, disgust etched onto her face, and without so much as a word, she takes leave.

What have you done wrong, you do not understand.

All you know is that you feel discarded as though you are but a stale meal.

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To have been branded by this enchantress of a woman and afterwards carry the very traces of herself on your body, even with a good chance that she will no longer have any recollection of your little moment together, has filled you with bliss as much as having her mouth on your flesh did. 

Although her mien has betrayed nothing and she was the very picture of poise, you knew she was drunk as soon as endearments fell freely from her lips. “My darling sweetheart” so she has called you, and you have been too naive, too lovesick to believe that, albeit being under the influence of liquor, she has peppered you with kisses while thinking of you, while still being aware that it was on your body that she was leaving her traces. Alas, it has never crossed your mind that you would turn out to be a cheap substitute for the one she truly desires.

“Oi oi Lady Senjumaru has brought a girl to her palace.” 

When you have heard such murmurs amongst the guards, as selfish as it is, you were hoping it to be a falsehood.

Your little glimmer of a hope is crushed into smithereens once you are summoned to her chambers only to have your heart join the pile of dust on the ground. Nestled in your lady’s arms like a baby bird, a naked girl mewls and trembles whilst red lips leave messy kisses along her jaw and down the length of her neck.

The spider is making a show of devouring its prey, but instead of fear, you fall victim to pain, oh wretched, unforgiving pain. She is being deliberately cruel because ultimately, you are an audience to this play only due to her invitation.

“My darling little sweetheart.” And you watch, drenched in melancholy, as your lady savours the lips of someone who is not you.

Oh. 

“You.” Comes the voice, indifferent unlike the loving coo that was just uttered to the girl cradled close to her chest. “I want you to tidy up my place while I take my darling home.”

Oh. 

A nod, or rather, a bow is all you can manage so as not to bare your features that is now marred with an endless cascade of tears.

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Peeved would be a horrible understatement. It does not bode well with Senjumaru that while you were all she could think about, you had been cosying up to another, who, for all she knows, could have been one of her friends. Judging from the little display the other day, it could very well have been Kirio. How laughable she must have appeared, being all overly defensive for naught. 

She admits however that she was unnecessarily cruel with her reaction, and that her little act of revenge was childish at best. Essentially, she has only herself to blame, misinterpreting your innocent admiration for her to be something else, something sacred. And now, with that calloused display of hers, she might have even ruined the bond that the two of you have shared. 

No matter how she reasons with herself, it still perturbs her after all, and once again, something ugly rears its head when she finds more of those lingering hickeys on your body while she crosses paths with you in Kirinden. 

Good and evil play a tug of war, and evil emerges victorious.

“Back from another fun, I presume?”

“Why do you care?”

“My, what gives you the impression that I do? I’m merely curious which one of my comrades’ bed one of my guards is diligently warming every night.”

“Curiosity kills the cat, Lady Senjumaru.”

Rising out of the pool like a predator on a hunt, she corners her prey. Whereas her spindly arms manipulate you so that you are facing away from her and then, trap you against the wall, her two hands find home in the dip of your hips, pulling you until your back fits into the curve of her body.

“And oh does it pounce!” Growls the hunter as lips find your nape, teeth bestowing bruises and tongue soothing stings, all the while you shake like a leaf in her bodily confine.

Her hands wander over to your ribcage, holding you there, thumbing the soft underside of your breasts. It has your back curving into her body.

“Swift work is my biggest selling point, you understand. Do not underestimate the name of Senjumaru.” The sinking of her teeth directly into the throbbing vein on your neck triggers your fingers to dig into the flesh of her thigh. “Shu- ngh- Shutara.”

Senjumaru remembers a dream, an all too tantalising dream. In it, her charming little prey was deliciously caught in her web, and the great weaver has taken her sweet time savouring the delectable creature. What a divine little thing her prey was, squirming in her grasp and panting her name, ambrosia to her ears, while her mouth has mapped as many inches of skin as she could manage, committing everything to memory. It stays with her even when dawn breaks, except that, the dream she had was all but a dream, eluded Senjumaru. 

Amidst her arm twining round your chest, she hears it, a broken little sound that is but a tiny whisper. 

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The lady turns you in her arms. With gentle fingers, she tucks a few wayward strands behind your ears to reveal more of her colourful works, which she gingerly traces with a delicate digit. 

“These were my doing.” It is not a query, merely a statement.

“I understand that you have mistaken me for someone else.” You release a sigh, eyes slipping shut when a thumb presses onto a particularly sore spot. “So please, just let me be.”

“Is that what you want of me? To let you be?”

“What I want doesn’t matter.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Your attempt to flee from her gaze is effectively put to an end by a hand cradling your jaw. Mindlessly, a thumb bestows soft caresses to the apple of your cheek. “Answer me.”

“It just doesn’t, alright? Because I’m not- I’m not what you want.” When you look into her eyes, she finds in yours the first dew of tears, and before they could escalate into a cloudburst, she pulls you into her six-armed embrace, your face safely tucked into the nook of her neck. Along with a soft lingering press of a kiss atop your temple, she breathes her words into your skin. “Though I have a penchant for darning, it seems I’m superb at tearing the one thing I want perfectly weaved.”

“I hate you, my lady.” By the way your hands are fisting into her flesh as though your life depends on it, she begs to differ, though she only indulges you, a ghost of a smile hanging loosely on her lips. “Do you now?”

“Very much so. I hate that I love you.”

“Oh, but my dearest, how I love that you love me.”

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[aughtpunk]

How did you get I to your hobbies? What's one of your fave projects you've completed? What's something you want to get out of the WIP box and finish up this year?

Okay. so I was super nauseous during my treatment to the point where I couldn't look at my phone so I fell asleep, woke up, was driven home, and then took a three hour nap and I'm awake now and less wiggly but still wiggly enough to ANSWER SOEM QUESTIONS BAAAAAABY

Writing - when I was ten years old I read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and decided I was going to write my own book when I grew up. I """wrote""" a book with my brother in middle school which was absolute trash but I cherish deeply. In high school I wrote my first fanfic and then I proceeded not to seriously write until my 30s thanks to having an unmonitored computer at my terrible office job.

Knitting - I hate to admit it, but I learned to knit so I could knit a scarf from a Certain TERF Wizard Book. It took four people to teach me how to knit before it finally clicked in my head. I stopped knitting for awhile after I made knitting my main gig during the recession because nothing kills a hobby like making money off it. I still don't knit much anymore.

Crochet - so back in my 20s I went back to the woman who finally taught me to knit and begged her to teach me to crochet. It...sorta worked. I could only make spheres for awhile and the occasional plushie bee. I've picked it up again recently and have crocheted a witch hat and now I'm making a cape to match.

Cross Stitch - One of my quarantine hobbies. Someone in a Good Omens discord I was in went hey who wants to learn how to cross stitch and I was like hell yeah. It has since absolutely consumed my life. Right now it's my favorite hobby alongside writing.

Basket Weaving - My other quarantine hobby. Just. Just ignore all of the half-made baskets in my closet.

The big WIP I want to work on and finish this year is what I call the Ugly 70s Blanket. Years ago I was gifted a box of the most ugly vintage 70s yarn you can imagine and I decided to make a blanket out of it. Well I lost the pattern like 1/4th of the way through and only this year did I finally hunt down the person who gave me the pattern (the lady who taught me to knit) and thank God, she had a spare copy. Now I hope to fix it and have a horrifying blanket that goes with absolutely nothing.

My fav project would have to be Echo of the Larkspur, my book that I'm FINALLY FUCKING PUBLISHING THIS YEAR FUCK

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 61 - service worker fashion in 1924

This season, the costume department is starting to lose touch with how many clothes a working-class person in the 1920s would realistically own, so I end up with a mass of coats and dresses that honestly don’t fit into one post anymore. So: It’s lady’s maids now, all the rest tomorrow.

Starting with Miss Denker who has two boring black working ensembles. First is a tad more interesting with the strip of white lace trim and it actually having some shaping to it with the collar and the pin tucks on the front of the dress and these arrow shapes on her lower sleeves. Second one has no collar, no lace, but does have a few shiny strips down the front of the jacket. Good enough. They both have been kept around for the next season.

And then Miss Denker has three coats for the same season. Why on earth? I understand a black coat for being on the job and the black cloche hat with the ruffled wrap to complete the look (that she keeos for season 6), and then one more for leisure. The lower shots are terrible because Denker is drunk and hopping around, but bear with me; it’s the only ones I could get of her in this coat and her green blouse. It’s just, she has two brown coats. Who has two coats of the almost same color, cut, and weight? I like the one in the second picture better; it has some nice embroidery on the lapels.

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Yet more black dresses for Miss Baxter. This dress code cannot be abolished soon enough. First one is an ensemble of a simple jacket over a dress with a buttoned top, second is a dress with a pin tuck front and so many cute little buttons, some of which seem to be purely decoration as the collar itself stays open and flat, and the third one is my personal favorite of these because it’s got the most going on structurally. Or perhaps it just got the best lighting. Anyway, the fabric is striped, that arrow panel of the top having the stripes going in cross direction to those on the bigger part of the dress, the skirt is buttoned all the way down, and then I personally think this collar construction is really neat. It’s this dress she’s seen wearing the most in season 6.

For a lunch with friends, Miss Baxter rolls up in this crocheted (or is that knit?) dark blue sweater dress. This somehow manages to look both a little shabby and kind of cute. It also matches the color of her hat, although when winter rolls around, she’s wearing another hat, more cloche in shape, that possibly shields her ears from the wind better. The coat is quite nice, shapeless, but solid, the color a sandy beige, the cuffs big and buttoned, and the collar shaped similarly to that on her last black dress above. Another season holdover.

Miss Baxter is also suffering the curse of owning two unnecessarily similar coats; she wears this also beige one in the city. In all fairness, this is also looking more lightweight, so it’s probably her summer coat. And it’s got some sweet pin tuck work in the collar and in a diagonal on the lower half. I do love her accessories here: A colorful hatband, this darling printed scarf, blue gloves? Perhaps that’s why she prefers beige coats, because she loves to go wild with the colors and patterns on the smaller things. She wears this again in season 6 and, I know that are my modern sensibilities speaking, the white stockings and the Mary Janes to this read so youthful.

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Only two new dresses for Anna; the rest she wears are on repeat. I like the chiffon sleeves on the first, and although in the second she kinda looks like a corpse, it’s an interesting dress. First of all – the diamond pattern. With so much black, structured fabric is always a relief on the eye. Second, pin tuck lines crossing over the front. And third, she has this little point collar that, curiously is split both in the front and the back. Odd, but I don’t hate it. The fact that it has buttons in the back pops a question though: Anna is in her “please don’t touch me” phase; whom could she allow close enough to her back to shut the dress for her? The second dress comes back next season for the next drama; I suspect there’s an extra-diegetical connection between this outfit and Anna’s misfortunes.

A woman with only two coats, differing in color and weight? Where are we, on a show where the wardrobe makes sense?? Like Miss Denker, Anna wears the black coat mainly in her lady’s maid function, as in this case when she’s going to the apothecary for Mary or, in season 6, on her way to Downton in the morning. Also, this cute little hat with flowers that has a cutout in the back which we have seen before, being shaped specifically for chignons.

For leisure time (such as being in a line-up at the precinct or, in season 6, watching a car race or being a wedding guest), Anna has a cream coat with pin tucks on the shoulders and more pin tucks forming a zigzag decoration over the front and sleeves. And I gotta say, this slanted brown hat with the rust-colored ribbon is lovely.

This is not exactly a leisure outfit, but I felt amiss not taking it in because Anna spends a large part of the season finale in prison. And this looks rather less sturdy than her husband’s prison shirt, which, rude. There’s not much to it, a simple off-white shirt with buttons and a point collar; only the fabric seems a little flimsy if this place is cold.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Hello! This is my first time making a ask so sorry if it's wrong!

Can you please make a Dante x reader scenario from the event? With the "Fall-Mark AU" prompt? Thanks :)

Aaaah yeeeessss!! I hoped I'll get the Fall-Mark Au ask!

A crisp cool wind blew through the bustling square, taking a few golden leaves lying on the sidewalk. The place was swarming with people moving from one stand to the next. Children were trying to hide behind decorative haystacks while their parents picked the labors of this year's autumn harvest, proudly displayed in neat wads or in straw baskets. Every now and then, the air was saturated by the strong aroma of hot punch and freshly baked pretzels.

This October morning looked straight up from the shoot of Gilmore Girls and you were currently preoccupied with colorful rows of herbs and spices.

"I'll take these small bags of cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and uh..." You racked your brain what other spices belong to pumpkin spice mix, you already have allspice at home, so that leaves... "Cloves!"

The old lady behind the stand in a patterned poncho and thick fingerless gloves placed all of the ingredients in the bag and handed it to you. As you were paying, you noticed a can with pizza spice mix, "Ah, that reminds me, Dante...Dante?"

You looked next to you, a place that was occupied by your boyfriend not so long ago was now empty. He was gone, with all of your previous purchases from the other stands you visited. You looked around when you caught a flash of red near a street lamp. You ran towards Dante when you noticed he was swarmed by two olden retrievers.

"You two are the best bois. I'm taking you home with me." He grinned at the dogs as they licked his hands affectionately.

The sight made the biggest smile grow on your face. You really can't be mad at this goofball.

"I think one of them is a girl," you replied to him.

Dante peered up at you, and his smile grew even wider.

"You think so?"

"Hm. She has a pink collar."

"Guys can wear pink too!" Dante prompted as he picked up the shopping bags sitting next to him.

"You mean that t-shirt with a unicorn that says, alpha male?" You smirked as you both set out to the next stand, finding your way into the crowd of windbreakers.

Dante shrugged, "I bought it for the irony, then found out I rock the color pretty hard."

"You rock every color babe. I heard there'd be a place where you can make your own pizza, choose the toppings and everything."

"Well then! Lead the way."

Some browsing through the market later, Dante bit into his pepperoni-ham-beef-sausage pizza with gusto as you watched the slaughter on the pizza dough in amusement.

"So, what's the next thing on that list of yours?"

You pulled out the hands-scribbled note of places you wanted to visit you made at home and put it next to your own order, the biggest cinnamon bun you've ever seen and a cup of coffee.

"Let's see we've got veggies, sweets, pastries, decor - oh, that wrath I got will look great on the front door - spices, pizza..."

"That ugly-ass knitted scarf Vergil wanted."

"Right..." Your eyes got to the end of this list and you felt excitement bubble up in your chest.

"Now to the best part..." you thrust the list right in front of Dante. Whilst he tried to squint at the letters you beamed giddily, "Pumpkin picking!"

"Ah, yes," Dante rubbed his hands in a devilish grin. "Let's put the little twist on it, shall we?" He made a dramatic pause, "Whoever finds the ugliest, most deformed pumpkin wins."

"Just look inside your pants luv," you quipped.

With cackling laughter, Dante chucked pepperoni at you.

"Alright, alright, what's the prize?" You conseded as you tried to fish the food out of your hair.

"Uhh, apple on a stick?"

"Deal."

Dante wolfed down the rest of the pizza and soon you were prowling the rows of perfect round, plump, bright orange pumkins from which none looked too bad, not bad enough for you at least.

"Any luck?" You came towards Dante as he was scounting the nearest patch of pumpkins.

"Nah. How 'bout you?"

"Nothing."

"Dang!" Dante but his hands on his hipsand looked over the entire patch once more "Don't tell me this place is filled with nothing but postcard-looking pumpkins."

You tugged on his sleeve, "Let's just pick whatever and call it a draw. I boy both of us caramelized apples."

Dante didn't answered you, instead he kept his trained gaze on the rows of vegetables before his pensive frown split into a grin.

"Look over there." He nodded with his chin.

"Wha-oh..."

"That's him."

"Yep."

The pumpkin looked like someone dropped it, but upon closer inspection one would notice that that's just the way it grew. Half of it was green, covered in bumps and lumps. Dante lovingly wrapped it in scarf Vergil requested and had to reassure the poor farmer that that's really the pumpkin you wanted.

When you arrived home with all of your purchases, the other twin was waiting for you in the office.

"Welcome ba- what in the sweet mother of Satan is this??"

Dante proudly raised pumpkin right in front of Vergils nose.

"His name is Shmoopy and he's got every disease."

[thegreenmeridian]

Amazing fucking week:

Friday: Driving to the city and having such intense anxiety about the impending visit from my horrible boss on Wednesday that my vision keeps pinpricking

Saturday: Holiday in Amsterdam for my birthday with the intention of going to a gay sex club for gay sex on Sunday, enjoying vibing with nice old gay men in a very old gay pub on the Saturday. Someone gives me a bump of coke from a little envelope with Dutch blue porcelain patterns

Sunday: See a message from my awful boss at 1.32 am. I am full of alcohol and drugs. I am raging that he is once again hassling me while on vacation/sick leave, and over an issue that I have continuously tried to fix despite him turning down every possible solution I offer because for him, the only acceptable solution is me staying within 15km of the shop and never having evening or weekend plans. Wake up with hangover and hellish anxiety. Too shaky to even consider going to the gay sex party.

Monday-Tuesday: More anxiety, basically doing fuck all with my holiday. Message from bossman on Monday saying we will have a *serious talk* on Wednesday. Frantically messaging my group chat like “ok gang can I sell a car while it still has a loan? Anyone got a sofa I can live on when I get fired?”. Ask therapist for emergency appointment on Thursday.

Wednesday part 1: basically running on pure adrenaline and oscillating between borderline panic attacks and fuck you I quit. The head office people arrive. Bossman is not among them. CEO is. He walks around the shop and says I’m doing a great job. The recycling project lady (who I *love*) whispers to me that bossman isn’t coming so I can relax, I say “yeah I think he’s gonna fire me anyway” and she very vehemently says this won’t happen.

Wednesday part 2: I check my phone at 11.30. Bossman is not coming. Something has come up. He will see me next Wednesday. A reprieve! I’m more jittery than when I was on the Dutch cocaine, my fight-or-flight system is going mental. I hyperactively stock shelves for the next few hours. An email arrives at 14.30, while I’m on the phone to the union trying to work out if I can set fire to some things before I quit because fuck me I am DONE. The email is from my boss, announcing in two stilted sentences that he no longer works for the company, shortly followed by an awkward HR email like “he has ended his journey with the company, we wish him well”.

Wednesday part 3: ngl I have no memory of the next few hours, I think my brain chemistry entered strange new territories. When I come to, I’m walking into the “key meeting” which has been moved from the fancy hotel to a local sports bar in a sort of large shed. There are many, many football scarfs. The manager of the netto pounced on me looking for gossip about my boss. Bitch I don’t know the fuck dot gif. The presentation is in Icelandic. I zone out while staring into the machine knitted eyes of Eric Cantona. Dinner is spent sat next to the brand manager for one of the other supermarket chains in the company, mostly chatting about British football violence as befits the setting.

Thursday: as the great Ronnie O’Sullivan once said, I am up and down like a whore’s drawers. Stroppy email from accounting sends me into a panic spiral. Bouncing between hysterical laughter and pinprick vision. I am Coping. I am also doing an interview with an airport handling agent company for a job as a ramp agent. I think it goes ok? Most of the day a blur until emergency therapy, which is spent rambling like a mad bitch while squishing clay because art therapy slaps. Later, as I’m delivering shite to a boat an hour after I’m supposed to finish, the HR lady calls me. I am, apparently, still mental, because I tell her I thought I was being fired yesterday and when she reassures me I am NOT being fired, I snort and go “well *he* fucking is!”. I also tell her “yay I can stop taking the anxiety pills” and “full disclosure, the prevailing theory in the <boss’s name> support group is that he said let a slut slip while ranting about me in a meeting”. She assures me he would never and he’s just very Honest and Forthright. Ma’am maybe cycle back to the whole “several employees have a support group about this man” and “several employees very easily believe he’s been barely holding back the slurs”. Point of the conversation turns out to be she is *desperate* for me to take another management job out east that I maybe sorta hinted at being willing to do. She vaguely implies that if I don’t agree soon she will have to look elsewhere but they’ve been looking for someone for this job since August so nah ima take this slow.

Friday: adrenaline high is wearing off. I am tired. I hate this job. I have to work tomorrow. One of my apparently three new bosses phones. Man is apparently decent according to people I know who’ve worked with him and my own limited experience but he is clearly trying to Be Assertive now and is talking to me a liiiiitttle too much like ex-bossman used to. Long story short I bought a large tank of helium out of spite today. Phone call from HR Lady as I was leaving work (about half an hour after I was supposed to) and she is seriously desperate for me to take the job out east. They couldn’t get someone up to help me while I was unable to lift shit after surgery with two months notice but they can apparently find someone to cover me for a visit to this shop out east after I said multiple times I wouldn’t say yes until I’d seen the place.

[manic-maniac-man]

Brutus November 2012

Men in Hermès: Trip to the cultural city

Hermes for the traveling man

The Hermes Autumn/Winter men's collection features high-quality tailoring and knitwear. The Hermes men embark on a journey through the culture of the region, where the attention to detail of the craftsmen and the items created by Véronique Nichanian, artistic director of the men's department, is hidden.

A cardigan with an original skull motif and a plum-colored coat. At Morioka Castle Ruins Park. Men's (right) / Coat 475,650 yen, Pants 86,100 yen, Scarf 61,950 yen, Boots 150,150 yen. Men's (left) / Cardigan 214,200 yen, Turtleneck knit 149,100 yen, Pants 80,850 yen, Belt 100,800 yen (all Hermes/Hermes Japon 03-3569-3300).

A suit in wool silk serge that highlights the lustrous texture of the material, and a suit made from a single piece of light wool cotton gabag. The suit styles available in a variety of materials are one of the charms of this season's Hermes. In the courtyard of Mitsuharasha, which has a connection to Miyazawa Kenji.

Right page: Men's (top)/suit 491,400 yen, shirt 50,400 yen, hunting cap 55,850 yen, tie 32,550 yen, Kawalinks 55,650 yen, paperweight 557,550 yen. Ladies' skort 1,638,000 yen, jumpsuit 285,600 yen, trolley 732,900 yen, shoes 112,350 yen. Men's (bottom)/suit 348,600 yen, shirt 50,400 yen, hat 71,400 yen, necktie 23,100 yen, paperweight 150,150 yen. Left page: Men's (right)/suit 491,400 yen, champagne 50,400 yen, tie 32,550 yen, shoes 130,200 yen. Men's (left) / Suit 348,600 yen, Shirt 50,400 yen, Tie 23,100 yen, Shoes 135,450 yen (all Hermes/Hermes brand)

A wool mohair jacket with a detachable scarf collar. A trench coat made from high-quality leather. The playful attention to detail is typical of Hermès. At the Grand Gallery of the Iwate Museum of Art.

Men's (right) / Jacket 348,600 yen, turtleneck knit 149,100 yen, pants 65,100 yen. Men's (left) No coat 2,037,000 yen, pants 68.250 yen, iPad case 286,650 yen (all Hermes / Hermes Japon).

This season's hottest double-breasted suit is made from cotton velour. The shiny look gives it an elegant impression, and the short length makes it easy to wear. In front of the entrance to Iwate Museum of Art.

Both pages: Men's (right) / Suit 634,200 yen, Shirt 50,400 yen, Tie 23,100 yen, Shoes 135,450 yen. Men's (left) / Suit 634.200 yen, Shirt 50,400 yen, Tie 23,100 yen, Shoes 135,450 yen (all Hermes/Hermes Japon).

Right page: Unique Hermes accessories that you'll want to take with you on your travels. Ties with playful patterns are an item you'll want to carry in a case with you. At Morioka Grand Hotel, which overlooks the city, and Suzuki Morihisa's workshop, which produces Nambu ironware, a traditional craft of Morioka. Top: Card game 31,500 yen, Koto Bolofo photo book 33,600 yen, scarf top 135,450 yen, scarf bottom 119,700 yen. Bottom: Ties 23,100 yen each, tie case 235,200 yen (all Hermes/Hermes Japan).

Left page: A Ram leather shirt with a suppleness and thinness that makes it indistinguishable from woven fabric. 11) At the newly completed former Iwate Bank Nakanohashi Branch. Men's leather shirt 792,750 yen, hat 47,250 yen (both Hermes)

A masterpiece that shows off Hermes craftsmanship with its blue color. Designated an Important Cultural Property of Japan in 19

Hermes/Hermes Japon.

Right page: A knitwear called "Mon vieux pull-My old sweater." It has the texture of one that has been loved and used for many years. A piece that symbolizes the artisan's meticulous handiwork. In the courtyard of Mitsuharasha. Men's: knitwear 205,800 yen, pants 65,100 yen, scarf 61,950 yen, trousers 119,700 yen (all Hermes/Hermes Japon).

Left page! A layered look, with a brown leather shirt, this season's key color, layered with a brown and charcoal gray coat. The rhythm of different colors and materials enhances the beauty. At Nansho-so, which was built in 1885 as the residence of businessman Ryokawa Yasugoro. Men's: Coat 372,750 yen, coat worn underneath 372,750 yen, leather shirt 792,750 yen, pants 74,550 yen, boots 150,150 yen (all Hermes/Hermès Japon).

"Men's Hermes Men's Universe 2012

[knithacker]

Knit a Lady Rainicorn Scarf, Pattern Designed by PurlButtons: 👉 https://buff.ly/3aXx3NQ 🦄💜

[eva-knits12]

What sweater curse?

Summary: Eva knits her bf Colin Shea a sweater for his birthday.

About the sweater curse: It's been said that if you knit a sweater for your boyfriend or girlfriend before getting a ring on your finger, the relationship will end before you have a chance to finish a chance to finish the sweater.

Side note: Since What's Your Number? was released in 2010/2011, the events take place at around the time of filming, which was most likely a couple years before the release of the film, so around 2007ish or 2008ish. Knives Out was released in 2019, but the sweater pattern that is linked is more recent. Otherwise, an aran sweater is a classic piece of clothing that everyone should own at least once in their life. In fact, I'm a huge fan of any kind of cable knit sweater.

Trigger warning: This is mostly fluff, but there is some implied smut, but don't worry, it's not graphic or descriptive at all. I like to keep things on the fluffy side, because not every is comfortable with smut.

As a knitter, there is a curse about knitting your significant other a sweater. I chose to ignore this, even though everyone in my knitting circle had warned me about this. My knitting books also had this in them, and here I am, with my knitting needles, yarn, and the pattern for Colin's sweater, that was going to be gifted for him on his birthday.

I moved to Boston two and a half years ago, after securing a job in the IT industry. I came here, after the company I was working for in Detroit laid me off. I took up knitting to help with the boredom of working backstage. Knitting also helped with my depression and my anxiety.

Little did I know that moving here in the spring 2007 would change my life.

Three months after I moved here, I met Colin Shea, after my friends from work took me to a local bar to celebrate my co-workers birthday. His band was playing at the bar, and I had an awesome night, and I managed to get Colin's number. It devastated Jake, who has quite the crush on me.

When Colin picked me up for one of our date nights, he discovered my yarn stash.

"What's this?" Colin asked, when he saw a pair of knitting needles poking out of my knitting bag, and picking up a ball of yarn.

"Colin, it's my knitting. I knit and I also crochet. It sounds boring, and you're thinking it's a hobby for old ladies, "I said .

"That's so cool. I don't think it's a hobby for old ladies," Colin said.

That was one month into our relationship, and it just keeps getting better.

"When did you start knitting and crocheting?"

"I took it up in college. It gave me something to do when I would be working in the costume department. I majored in theatre before I majored in computer sciences ", I said.

"Can you make me something?"

"Sure. I can make you a hat, a scarf, a dish cloth, a pair of fingerless gloves, a blanket, a sweater..."

"I didn't expect a whole inventory...", said Colin.

"I'll surprise you," I said, giving Colin a kiss.

"Let's go to dinner, and then we'll see the new Batman movie."

"I know it was filmed in Detroit, so I'll point out anything of interest if it comes up on screen."

Colin and I went on our date, and we even cuddled in the movie theatre seats, with a huge bucket of popcorn and a huge bag of M &M's between us.

That led to some more dates, and eventually, I moved into Colin's apartment because my landlord raised my rent, as I could barely afford the place by myself anymore.

One year later, on our first anniversary in 2008, Colin wrote me a song, and played it for me on his guitar. I'll never forget it, because it came from his heart. I got Colin a vintage inspired record player, along with some old records that I found at a local used book and record store. One of those records was Kick Out the Jams by the MC5, and I had a story that went along with it.

Here we are, two years later in 2009, and we couldn't be happier. We even found a small house that was in our price range, and are moving into it in the fall.

On our second anniversary, Colin tried to cook me dinner, only for it end in disaster, and the smoke alarm going off when I got home.

"Oh, honey, this was supposed to be a surprise," Colin said, with a laugh, while Dickens, our dog that we rescued, was happily wagging his tail, sitting by Colin's feet, waiting for me to come home.

"Oh, I'm surprised all right, but coming home to the house nearly burning down is not my idea of a surprise," I said, laughing.

"Okay, I'll order us that pizza that we like", said Colin. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart," Colin said. "I love you so much," Colin said, capturing me in a very deep and loving kiss.

"Happy anniversary, Colin," I said, giving Colin his present, which was a pair of fingerless gloves and a matching scarf and hat that I knitted for him that would keep him warm for the upcoming colder weather that Boston and Michigan are famous for later in the fall.

"This is lovely, honey. Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to be my girlfriend two years ago," said Colin, grabbing my waist, and dancing around the kitchen with me.

"Colin, I am proud that you're my boyfriend. I love you, my favorite rock star. Every day has been full of happiness, and every day is always a brand new adventure with you", I said, with tears of joy in my eyes.

The pizza came, we ate our favorite pepperoni pizza, and then I pulled out the special dessert that I picked up for us at our favorite bakery. After that, Colin kissed me deeply and lovingly, and picked me up bridal style.

"What's next, rock star?" We already had the perfect anniversary, even though it didn't go according to plan", I said.

"We're going to the bedroom, for another surprise," said Colin, with lust blown eyes.

Later that night, Colin and I enjoyed a nice romantic bath together.

Two years later, I was knitting Colin his sweater, which was a lovely cable knit in a cream color, much like the one Ransom Drysdale had worn in the movie, Knives Out, but without the holes.

As I was working on the sleeves to Colin's sweater, I didn't hear him come in.

"Honey, I'm home", Colin called.

"Have good day, rock star?"

"Yeah, the kids weren't as unruly today as they were weeks ago," said Colin.

"That's good. Plus, you're getting along well with my brother, so that's a good sign," I said, while giving him a kiss.

"Honey, is that for me? Just being with you is present enough", said Colin.

"Colin, you know your birthday is coming up soon, and you know you're mom, she always makes a huge deal of it", I said.

'This sweater is for my brother", I said, putting the sweater back into my knitting bag. "Plus, I have something special planned for your birthday ", I said, winking.

"But three years ago, everyone thought I would still be single, and not have a girlfriend that lasted longer than three months", said Colin.

"Colin Shea, listen to me. Your family still loves you, even though you chose a much different path," I said, trying to cheer up, when I saw the devastated look on Colin's face.

Just then, Dickens our dog, came running into the room when he heard Colin. Dickens was licking his face, trying to cheer him up, too. In the process, Dickens knocked over my knitting bag. Yarn flew out, the sweater had managed to somehow fly across the room, and the sleeves came off the needles, only to frog several rows from Dickens wanting to do his part of cheering up Colin. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I had managed to gather up the yarn, and wind them back into the skeins as best as I could. I had managed to get the sleeves back on to the needles, and luckily, Dickens managed to only frog them back to the cuffs. Colin scooped up the sweater, but luckily, there was no damage.

"Dickens, you certainly have given us quite the surprise," Colin said.

"You know, how about we order some Chinese tonight?" I said, laughing at Dickens surprise appearance, after napping by my feet all day.

"I just hope it stays down," I said.

"Wait...are you...?" asked Colin.

"You'll find out soon", I said with a wink.

Two weeks later, I finished Colin's sweater. I found a gift box, and wrapped it in tissue paper, and wrapped it. I even found a cute card for Colin.

"Happy birthday, rock star", I said , kissing him.

"Honey, you didn't have to do this", said Colin. "I wonder what this is."

"Open it", I said.

Colin unwrapped the gift, and opened the box, and carefully undid the tissue paper. Inside, was a lovely cream colored cable knit sweater.

"Honey, I love it" said Colin. He gave me a loving kiss.

"There's something else," I said.

"Honey, I don't need anything else. Everything I want is right here, under this roof", said Colin, capturing me in another kiss.

"You'll love this one," I said opening the top drawer on my nightstand and grabbing the envelope with the small box attached to it. I gave Colin the package, nodding at him to open it.

Colin took the envelope with the small box I attached to it. Colin opened the small box, and inside the box was a pregnancy test that was positive. Colin then opened the envelope, and inside was an ultrasound sound picture.

"Honey, how could my birthday just have gotten better?" asked Colin, love filling his eyes, and his large hand going to my non-existent bump. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"That's why I've been nauseous lately. It's why I've been throwing up a lot lately" I said. "It's also why I was sent home early from work two weeks ago, and have been working from home ever since", I said.

"I really wanted this to be a surprise," I said.

"Eva, I always knew you were crafty, but how did you manage to keep it a secret for two weeks, knowing that your family thrives on gossip?" asked Colin.

"Easy, I didn't post my pregnancy on Facebook," I said, referring to the newish social media site that became very popular among everyone. "Plus, I wanted to get my pregnancy confirmed before we announce it. I had your mom take me to the doctor, and Dr. Westfield confirmed it."

"I can't wait to meet him...or her", said Colin. "I love you," said Colin, capturing another kiss.

"Daddy loves you so much," Colin said, talking to my non-existent bump. "I'm so happy you exist, and I never thought I'd love someone as much as I love your mom", said Colin, kissing my belly.

"I love you, rock star", I said. "I love you, and I love your daddy, and you wouldn't exist if it weren't for me meeting and falling in love with your daddy," I said, rubbing my belly.

Colin and I fell asleep again that morning. Dickens jumped up on the bed, and placed his head on my stomach. After a few hours, I woke up in Colin's arms, with Colin staring at me and smiling at me lovingly. Dickens and Colin didn't want me to leave the bed, even though I really needed to pee. I couldn't wait for Colin's birthday party tonight, in which, we would make the announcement.

Colin was going to surprise me on my birthday, but not with a sweater. He was going to surprise me with a ring, as he had been secretly shopping for the perfect ring.

[ladylilithprime]

Carry Over, Knit Three Together

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: background Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Knitter Sam

Summary: Sam Winchester first learned to knit from a demon, not that he knew that at the time. Over the years, knitting played an important role in Sam's life and the lives of his loved ones, some in unexpected ways, but mostly just as signs of his care for them and them for him.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 13: Pride

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WHEN SAM WAS seven years old, a demon had taught him how to knit.

He hadn't known at the time that the old woman who sat in the park near his school every day knitting was a demon, of course - he was seven and still being kept in the dark about what exactly his Dad did that had him hauling his sons all around the country and never staying in one place for long - so the smell of rotten eggs and vinegar under the heavy layer of rose perfume was just some weird old lady smell to him. And she was nice, friendly and gentle and always seemed to have a special smile and a kind word just for Sam. She had seemed surprised when he asked to learn how to do what she did with the yarn and the long needles that turned string into things to wear almost like magic, but she had patiently showed him how to cast on stitches two different ways, how to knit and purl, increase and decrease, and how to bind off, and when the Winchester family had abruptly picked up and taken off without warning, Sam still had a pair of fourteen inch needles and two small balls of yarn shoved into his backpack.

Dean caught him practicing, but never said a word about it to Dad, which was as good as approval from his brother. When the needles got lost somewhere in Alabama, Dean disappeared for a few hours a couple nights in a row, and when they reached Louisiana he waited until Dad had left before presenting Sam with a full set of ten inch metal knitting needles in several different sizes. The needles rested in a cloth case that could be rolled up to look like just another rolled shirt in Sam's backpack. There were five hand wound balls of yarn in different colors and sizes, too, colors that Sam remembered seeing in two of Dean's second-hand oversized sweaters. Dean actually blushed when Sam hugged him tight for the gift, mumbling under his breath for Sam to keep Dad from catching him "wasting time," and sat down to do his homework while Sam happily cast on fifteen stitches in red yarn on a set of size eight needles that fit into his hands much better than the old ones had. If Dad noticed the missing sweaters, or the sudden appearance of a red and brown striped scarf around Dean's neck when the weather turned colder up in Colorado later that year, he never said a word.

When Sam was almost nine, he met a witch for the first time while knowing she was a witch. She was also a knitter, and the small nine-year-old boy coming up to compliment her on her work and asking if she might teach him how to work with multiple colors at once had clearly delighted her. There was hardly any time for her to teach him much more than the basics of arranging the yarn for stranded knitting and how to make his own patterns with graph paper and colored pencils, but when Dean had come over to pull him away she had slipped him a hand-written book bound up in knitted twine and told him sternly to keep it safe, study it closely, and use it wisely to protect those dear to his heart. In the privacy of their hotel room under the bedsheets after Dad had passed out, Sam and Dean had looked through the book with a flashlight and discovered what kind of patterns it held.

Magic. Runes and spells and sigils and glyphs, all formed from knit and purl stitches, stranded color knitting, and even some embroidery, all slipped between more simple, decorative patterns of flowers and curls. Every single pattern was labeled, explained, and cross-referenced, and the descriptions of each one being for protection was what tipped the balance on Dean's decision to continue keeping Dad in the dark about Sam's knitting. Sam knew he checked the references listed where he could, too, and it made him feel better about learning the patterns, teaching himself how to make them look right by trying and ripping them out and trying again. He had remade Dean's old scarf with better yarn and protective runes worked into the tight weave, and then made one for himself that he wore constantly, even when he got really sick and was throwing up for nearly a week.

And then other things started happening. Little things at first, things that could have been dismissed or ignored if they didn't keep happening. Dreams of things that later turned out to be real. Moving small things without touching them, at first without thinking or meaning to but then more deliberately. Hearing whispers from Dean, things his brother would never say out loud and in fact wasn't even moving his lips, but Sam heard them anyway. That last one made him nervous enough to talk to Dean about it, and while Dean went really pale and quiet at first his thoughts were shouting how he didn't know how to protect Sam from this.

That was when Sam learned that Dean feared their father, truly feared him, not for his own sake but for Sam's.

The knitting actually helped a lot, the repetitive motions soothing and steady like a meditation to calm Sam's volatile teenage emotions. Then he found that if he focused his mind and sort of pushed his feelings into the stitches as he worked the patterns from the book there was a difference in the feel of them afterwards. Nothing different in the physical weave or tension, but a sense of purpose and cohesiveness to the pattern that settled into place when it was complete, like activating a spell or ward, and when that thought occurred to him Sam realized that was probably exactly what was happening. It was even more obvious when he caught that case in Flagstaff that couldn't wait for Dad and Dean to return and he ended up finding Bones, the feeling of the tentative familiar bond slipping into place with the makeshift collar he made for her finger-weaving a strip of parachute cord.

But it helped, and it kept helping to the point where Sam's fear of accidentally using his powers around Dad outweighed his fear of his Dad finding out he could knit. To the surprise of both boys, in a rare moment of openness and ease, their Dad admitted to them that a couple of the guys from his unit in Vietnam had known how to knit and how they'd always had the best, thickest socks without holes worn into them. Sam's hesitant admission of having been trying to work out how to knit socks even got him a thoughtful hum and the next time they were in a library to research for a hunt he was sent off to the crafts and hobbies section to find knitting books with patterns and instructions he could put under the photocopier.

He chose carefully, copying the full sets of instructions for sizing along with the most basic patterns, and then he knit himself a cover for his new pattern book out of some stolen twine. More old sweaters got added to their infrequent clothes shopping since they were still cheaper to get than full skeins of yarn and was frequently thinner and better for practicing making socks. Sam even earned the first proud smile and praise from his Dad that wasn't related to hunting in any way by presenting him with a pair of carefully worked striped socks made to fit his feet as close as he could manage. That praise kindled warmth in Sam's chest through many, many future weeks and months of the Return of the Drill Sergeant.

The warmth wasn't enough when the Drill Sergeant got drunk enough to pull his gun on Sam amid confused shouts and accusations of demonic influence, and when the gun had gone off and Sam had seen the look in his father's eyes as he reflexively stopped the bullet with his powers that warmth died. And then Dean was hitting their father over the head and knocking him out, helping him scramble to pack everything he could into a duffel bag, and finally using the Impala to drive his still shaking little brother to the bus station and put him on the next bus leaving for Minnesota and Pastor Jim's church in Blue Earth. Sam had pressed his face to the window of the bus and watched Dean standing in the dark watching the bus leave until he couldn't see him anymore. Then he'd cried for three state lines while stubbornly knitting the anti-possession ward into a hat that he gave to Pastor Jim when the man collected him at the bus station.

He had cried into Bones's fur, too, when he was reunited with his familiar, letting that bond soothe the ache inside him at the separation from Dean and the knowledge that he could probably never go back. Then he got to work, with Pastor Jim's help, creating a new identity and school transcripts and getting himself enrolled at school one town over, staying with an elderly woman Pastor Jim knew who didn't mind pretending to be his maternal grandmother and sole legal guardian of "Sam Wesson" to the school in exchange for some help around the house and yard. When "Nanna MacKenzie" had found out he could knit, she had insisted he keep it up, even giving him extra pocket money to buy different sizes and types of needles, taking him to the local yarn shop for his first non-salvage yarn, even patting his back in sympathy when he nearly choked on his own tongue at some of the prices. She had given him two ridiculously expensive gifts of a full set of Knitter's Pride interchangeable circular needles for his eighteenth birthday and a $200 gift certificate to the yarn shop when he got his acceptance letter to Stanford with a full ride scholarship.

"You and that good girl of yours take care of each other," she had told him as she saw him and Bones in her trim "service dog" vest onto the plane out to California with a hand to his cheek. "If I'd ever been blessed to find someone worth having children or grandchildren with, I hope they would have been even half as sweet and caring as you. You be sure and write to tell me how you're getting on, hear me?"

Sam had promised, and he had kept that promise all through the first half of his freshman year when his last letter came back unopened followed by a note from Pastor Jim saying that Nanna MacKenzie had passed away. The school had been very understanding about letting Sam go "home" for her funeral and the reading of her will. Most of his professors had also been understanding when he was less than his best for a couple weeks after returning. It took time, and a concerted effort from his friends in the campus New Age club and the Stanford Stitch'n'Bitch before he was able to regain his equilibrium, just in time for his roommate, Tyson Brady, to come home with a demon hitchhiker.

Sam's knitted Devil's Trap rug held him in place while Sam recited exorcism after exorcism until he finally got fed up with the demon's sneering taunts and just reached out with his mind and yanked. To this day, he was never entirely sure how or why that had worked when he hadn't known what he was doing, but it had, and it had let him slap a knitted wristband with the anti-possession ward onto Brady's wrist before rushing him to the hospital for the injuries the demon had left him with. Even when his forays into magic moved into first herbs and then mixing potions, when his powers flared and needed more thorough training than the campus group could give him and he ended up in contact with a psychic named Pamela Barnes who taught him more about control and shielding than he had been able to glean before, he still returned over and over to knitting and that first well-worn and well-loved book of patterns with wards and rune clusters.

Knitting had carried Sam through a lot, both good and bad, and he in turn had used his knitting to help carry his friends and family through sorrows and joys. The origin of those first lessons didn't bother him, because - much like his powers - the demons only had as much influence over those skills that he allowed them. He had used those powers and those knitting skills both to save others, people very much like him with powers that they didn't understand and literal demons nipping at their heels along with the more figurative everyday demons. His brother had even credited the pairs of knitted socks he sent him every year through Pastor Jim with having saved his life more than once.

And seeing his friends and lovers, John Castiel and James Constantine Novak proudly wearing sweaters and scarves and hats that he had knit for them over the last few years they had been together would always fill him with a warmth that would never unravel.