#shirt had all the buttons cut off then sewed closed

[leaf4e]

i should make my clothes for tomorrow into a skin

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 7

Check out part 1 here. AO3

CW: Momma drama. If you have a bad mom relationship like I do please read with caution. Also John comes home a bit broken. He gets better but not in this part.

John appears behind you as you are stepping into your shop. When his hand pushes the door open wider from behind you startle.

“Jesus fuck me!��� You jump and spin, eyes wide and chest heaving as you confirm who stood behind you.

The slightly worried look on John’s face tells you he didn’t mean to startle you.

“Sorry dove thought you heard me.”

“Apparently my thoughts were too loud,” sheepishly you push the door shut behind him and begin to flick on lights.

Waiting for you at the counter with John is your jewelry box. It looks better than before if that is possible.

“I didn’t stain it,” John runs a finger down the side and you wish that digit dragged down your side instead.

Fuck, bitch you can’t be this horny yet, he just arrived. Apparently, the earth-shattering orgasm from your vibrator last night with the taste of him on your lips wasn’t enough. When did you get so greedy?

“Why not?” You ask as you fold your arms, not one hundred percent sure your bra would be able to trap your steel-tipped nipples.

Glancing from the box to John you see a soft smile. When he looks up at you it grows.

“I noticed how much you seemed to like the grain of the wood and seemed sad at the idea of it being covered up. A few coats of clear lacquer to protect it and it was done.”

“I love it. I’m so glad you chose lacquer. I would have been happy with any choice you made but this? It’s wonderful.” Leaving the box at the counter you waved John to follow you.

“I made you something as well.” Putting a hand on the nob of the door to the back room you spun. “I know it’s not really a problem, but you have complained about going into what you call “power meetings” with only your slacks or your fancy uniforms so I made you something that should hold up against scrutiny.”

John’s arms are folded, head tilted ever so slightly to watch you with the smile tucked under his mustache.

Taking a deep breath you twist the handle and step back into the room. You hung the suit on the wall directly in front of the door so you could watch his face as he saw it. You had paid a pretty penny for the fabric, thread, and buttons. They all came together so seamlessly that even your friend who was a tailor wouldn’t have been able to know a suitmaker hadn’t put it together unless he started to pull it apart at the seams. You had also purchased the silk for his shirt and made that by hand as well.

The smile falls from his face as he steps up to the suit and runs a hand lightly over it.

“Holy fuck.”

Glancing from side to side you bite your lip.

“So what do you think?”

When he turns you know why people like blue eyes so much. John’s blue eyes are enchanting with the tears rimming his lashes. They remind you of the ocean in the photos you’ve seen of tropical places.

“I can’t think of a gift that has ever meant more to me,” he chokes out around the tears in his throat.

“Do you want to try it on?” You suggest, heart fluttering in your chest.

“I want-”

His desires were cut off by the sound of the bell.

Turning you call out.

“Sorry, we are closed today,” when you catch sight of your mom.

The warmth that had settled over you like sunlight as spring breaks chilled to the harshest of winter breezes. Shutting the door to the back room, and your joy from your sorrow you face your mother.

“You didn’t come to Christmas,” she starts.

“I told Pop I would be going to Nana’s this year.”

“You’re still mad at me,” she pouts with her eyebrows.

Your mother had skills in expressing herself without making a scene about it.

“I am not mad, I’m done.”

Your mother stepped up to the counter, slowly opening each drawer of your gift. Snatching it off the counter you placed it on your working desk next to your sewing machine.

“What does being done have to do with not coming to Christmas?”

She’s pulling that mom tone again, trying to force you into a child role whether she knows it or not.

“I do not enjoy the way I feel while spending time with you. I do not like the comments you make or the fact that even when my brother is being rude I am still in the wrong. And I am done putting myself in situations to be hurt because you happened to get knocked up and produce me.”

She had told you once that you were a birth control failure baby. She had been drinking, you had been ten.

“I did not happen to get knocked up,” she sputtered.

Taking a deep breath you point your eyes at the ceiling and pray for patience.

“That is not the point of this conversation and I apologize for bringing it up. What I am saying is that I won’t be spending more time with you until we can go to family therapy. I’ve told this to Pop several times. I will send you a few options between us and will set up the appointment as well.”

“But I am your mother!” She is getting shrill, a sure sign she is losing control of the conversation in her mind.

“And I am grown. Now I have a private appointment I need to get back to.”

“Is this because of the comment about no one paying to see you naked? I’m sorry that you were offended by what I said.”

Your jaw works as your fingers curl into talons and your shoulders stiffen.

“I am not having that discussion here and now. Pick a therapist from the list I send you or leave me alone.”

Mom looks shocked, scared even, at the tone you use. She turns leaving in a huff and you open the door to the back to see John, shirt unbuttoned and eyes blown wide as if someone dosed him with drugs.

“That’s an option? I can pay to see you naked? Is a hundred enough?”

“A hundred?” You ask, confused but slightly hurt that he thought you were so cheap.

“No? Okay, a hundred and fifty thousand?” He looks desperate and hopeful and lost and like he might combust all at once.

You choke on your spit. Did that man just offer a hundred and fifty thousand dollar bucks to see you naked!?

All it would have taken is a glass of wine, a smokey look, and an invitation to bed and your clothes would have disappeared from your body like they never existed. Like damn you had high self-confidence, forged out of hate comments online and in real life, but you weren’t worth that much. Maybe John did like you like you liked him?

He stepped forward, mouth opening to form words when his phone went off. The instant change told you it was work.

“Dammit all to hell and may it never return,” he snatched up his pants from the cot and answered the phone as he moved it to his ear, snarling. “What?”

You watched as the soldier overtook the man. His back straightened as he tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear beginning to work at the buttons at his wrists. Stepping into his space you took over the task freeing him faster than he would have managed. Helping him out of the shirt you fold it over one arm, watching as he disappears below his shirt to reappear through the head hole. You don’t offer to help him remove the pants but take them when offered without comment.

John doesn’t spare you a glance as he pulls his cargo pants up, sheathing the deliciously thick thighs he hides. When he sits to tie his boots you toss the clothes from your arms to the cot and kneel to take over that task for him. Tying them tight you stand and offer him a hand. He takes it, holding on as he stands.

Still on the phone he pulls your knuckles to his lips and turns the phone away from his mouth.

“When I get back, we are talking about this.”

It’s all you can do to nod before he dons his coat and slips into the precipitation of January.

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The last of the snowdrops are blooming when John makes it back home. Between the knocks at the front door and the vibrating of your phone from under your pillow, you wake enough to stumble to the front door. The door opens fully before your eyes do.

John looks haggard, as if he aged ten years in the three months he was gone. A full beard had grown in, the ends ragged and uneven. His eyes flick over you. No expression crosses his face.

“John? You’re home,” the sigh in your last word pulls him through the door and into your arms.

It’s too late for your mind to come up with reasons why dragging him into your room after locking the front door would be a bad idea. Stripping him of his boots and his pants you invite him to lay under the blankets with you by laying them atop him and letting him settle into the mattress. Crossing around the bed you join him between the sheets. Laying on your side you stare at him.

Something about him felt broken and you didn’t dare hold him and make it worse.

“What can I do John?” You ask the darkness between you.

The words settle on him like the ice blown around in the wind of the gulag.

“Tell me what happened while I was gone. I don’t feel real.”

You scoot closer to him in the bed, less than a handswidth between you.

“I brought your suit home. I missed you a few weeks after you left and had nothing but the photo from the party and your gift. My mom started going to individual therapy. We tried a couple of family sessions but the therapist recommended that she do some personal work before we attempt to do much more work on fixing our relationship. My brother called me on my birthday, which was unexpected. I bet my po-”

“I missed your birthday?” John’s broken whisper cut you off.

“Yeah,” you reach out and touch his pinky. He flinches so you shift your hand back, but before it can go too far his hand chases you locking your fingers together.

“When is your birthday?”

“Valentine’s Day.”

“You must hate that.”

The accurate observation surprises you. You’ve talked with other people who have birthdays on holidays, most Christmas and New Year’s babies hate it, birthdays on big celebration days that aren’t the big big ones tend to go either way but for you, it always felt required to have a date on your birthday. Were you out because your date wanted to celebrate you or show off for the table around you?

“I do,” you let out a small chuckle. “My brother was born on May Day, he doesn’t seem to mind it. When is your birthday John?”

“July second.” He pulls in a deep breath, “Will you hold me?”

Small and scared his voice pierces into your chest.

“However you want to be held,” you answer in earnest.

“Lay back?”

You adjust to settle on your back, fixing the pillow below your head. John follows you, as cautious as an alley cat. Once his head is resting against your chest, chin tipped between your breasts you curl your arm around his shoulder next to your ribs and rest your hand on his back. The shuddering breaths that start from him prompt you to keep telling him about what happened while he was away.

“Did you know your muppets came to visit me? They all brought in their own fixes and asked to use your cot. Every one of them woke looking like they had no clue where they were and agreed that they understood why you kept coming back for naps.”

You talk until you drift into sleep, but your dreams are full of stories so maybe you talk to John until you wake.

Part 7 | Part 8

Seamstress Masterlist | Masterlist

[starshipsofstarlord]

before the stage

prompt. quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close (1.2k)

pairing. luke hemmings x assistant!reader

warnings. fluff, employer x assistant feelings, written in 2nd person, frustrated!luke, the black shirt 🥵

divider credits. @cafekitsune

It was almost time for Luke and his band to perform, they had been entirely prepared and surpassed any qualms that threatened to delay their appearance on stage, however in the last moment, another problem appeared, leading Luke to sigh irritatedly. He was wearing a button up, the first one already undone, however it appeared that it didn't matter how much the quality of the satin fabric had cost, a couple of buttons in his midsection had escaped from the threads that held them in place.

The lead singer plucked the black pearls that closed his shirt up from the trodden ground, holding the minuscule clasps in his large hand. To say he was annoyed was an understatement; he didn't even have a backup outfit, he was set on wearing the exact apparel that he had on. "Fuck sake." His tone was bitter, it was as though something always had to go wrong at the last second.

It was just his luck, he thought. "Is something wrong Luke?" The voice cut through his distress as smooth as a knife, the soft sound relaxing the tall man slightly, as he looked to the side to see you - his assistant. He felt his lips incoherently move on their own accord as he fumbled to speak, miming through oxygen that flowed between you. "I- uh." He didn't want to rant to you about something so unimportant in the world, it would make him appear nonchalant to the real problems that tainted the earth.

He had the ability to purchase anything that he wished for due to the success of his music career, and thus he felt petty. "It's nothing." Luke shrugged off the grievance that had the strength to delay his entrance beneath the stage lights, there was no justice in getting worked up over something so minuscule. "Just.. my shirt broke." To emphasise his point in an embarrassed gesture, he braced his hands awkwardly on his hips and looked down at his torso.

A crease fell between your brows, and he felt like an absolute fool. There was a hue of red blossoming on his cheeks as he noticed your eyes scanning along his body, pinpointing the ajar fabric, your pupils staring sternly at his exposed skin. "I have just the thing." Your y/e/c eyes devotedly ogled up at him, glee glowing with an ambience from your eyes as a wide smile sprawled on your lips, leaving the curly haired blonde riddled in confusion.

For a moment you ignored your employer, shuffling with a purpose through your handbag that was slung across your shoulder, all knowing with what your search was for. A sound of diluted happiness prevailed from your throat as you plucked out a small and transparent case, where sewing needles and midnight coloured thread were stored. "Did you find the buttons?" It wouldn't be a problem if he hadn't, as you had a couple of spares loosely dancing around in your bag, however Luke held out his hand.

Luke felt sparks shoot through his body as you took the buttons, your fingers digging gently in the indent lines of his palm, grasping the black spheres and preparing your tools to reattach them. He could have sworn you were an angel sent from heaven to make every day that he spent with you significantly brighter; if there was ever a barricade to his intended path, you always had a solution.

You were always prepared, however in this moment you had to try with great difficulty to ignore the his soft abs from your focused sight. All you had to do was your job, which was to provide support and anything that Luke required, and so with your black reel of thread connected to the button, you grasped the opening of his shirt, knuckles brushing his tender muscles. The contact made him shakily inhale, his heart thumping vigorously within his chest.

He had never meant to form such an unprofessional crush on you, but it was impossible, sure when he interviewed you he couldn't ignore the physical attraction that he felt for you, though it didn't blind him to your listed criteria that was on your resume. "Thanks for this." He quietly spoke, but his words were as clear as day due to the proximity that you shared. One button down, one to go - you felt sufficiently accomplished, and you held the other one, determined to finish this fixing in time.

"It's my job." You responded nonchalantly, shrugging his appreciation off as to calm the butterflies that hurtled around in your stomach. "And it's no big deal Luke, it's an easy fix." Oh god, he could feel your breath hitting his chest where he had intentionally opened his shirt, and he could feel sweat brewing against his hairline. You were so focused, and he couldn't help but take in every detail of your face.

As you finished with putting the last button on, you placed the needle and thread back where they belonged, before you grasped the sides of his shirt, readying to put them through their designated loops. As you looked up, and he looked down upon you in his heeled boots, your nose almost touched his chin, and your eyes met in a staring embrace. "Hi." You muttered, hands still on his blouse.

"Hey." He replied, his lips pulling at the sides as his pupils enlarged in their surrounding blue pools. "How long do we have?" The musician enquired, knowing that you had a better sense for time management than he did. You glanced down at your watch, only briefly, and cocked your head. "Enough." You said, your body jumping a little as you felt his hands coil delicately around your hips.

The two of you leaned in, meeting in the middle in a collision of your lips, your hands tugging softly at his natural curls as you melted with satisfaction against one another. It was a slow exchange, full of passion and desire, and you wished it would last longer, however the alarm on your watch alerted you with a beckoning siren, causing you to defiantly pull away and huff lightly. "You have five minutes until you have to go on." You informed him, humming as Luke stroked your cheek.

He wanted nothing more than to lean in and get lost in you, to fall even further than he already had for you. But duty called, and he stood up straight, running his lips against one another as he vowed to never forget the first romantic moment that you shared. "I'll see you after?" Luke asked hopefully, his ocean eyes blazing with a new lease of motivation. Without a doubt you nodded, your hands ensuring that his shirt was done up and brushing down the smooth material to stroke out any creases.

"Of course. And then we could pick up where we left off." Your promise had a giddy expression morphing unto Luke's face, and you watched as he begrudgingly stalked off to meet with the other members of his touring team, excited to view his earth breaking performance from the sidelines. There was never a lyric that you skipped over, although today was different, you were strongly distracted by the leading man, and the before stage moment that you had just shared.

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Sewing with I.N ‗ ❍

Pairing : Yang Jeongin x f reader

Summary : chapter eight of a cute standalone miniseries. It's what it says in the title

Genre/ Warnings : scenario/imagine/headcanon, drabble, fluff, no warning at all just so much fluff it's crazy

Word count : 1.52 k words (longest)

A/n : It's finished omg T-T look forward to my next full length (spicy) one shot with ayen <3

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

masterlist

series masterpost

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One morning Jeongin was running around the living room in a rush to get downstairs, as his members and managers were there to pick him up to go to work.

"Bye cutie, see you l-" as soon as he bent down to give you a kiss, you heard a ripping noise. You both froze.

Jeongin instinctively slapped a hand on his ass as you quickly got up from the couch to look at the damage.

"Oh my gosh, inne let me look" you moved his hand as he started to jump up and down, impatient and anxious about being late.

Yep. There was a whole rip in his butt area in his jeans. They were literally baggy jeans, how old must have they been to rip? Maybe it was worn out?

"Quick, get out of them, I'll grab you another pair!" You exclaimed as you ran straight to his closet.

Fortunately, he took really good care of his wardrobe so it was very easy to find the pants. You grabbed a similar pair of jeans, then ran back.

You kneeled down, helping him one leg at a time, since he had like two bags on him and you were worried he would've tripped.

"You're a life saver, thank you my love" he leaned to kiss you, and succeed this time, as he buttoned and zipped up the pants.

That time, when he went out and you were left to chill at home on your day off, you decided to take a look at the actual damage and saw that it was not the denim that ripped, but rather the sewing coming undone for some reason.

You checked better, and of course you found the reason. Jeongin had cut the fabric tag way too close to the sewing and so after a while of wearing and pulling, they came undone.

Once you figured that the pants were fixable, you decided to surprise Innie and got to work. You took out your old sewing machine from the high space in your closet, then carefully picked a matching color for the thread.

About ten minutes later, the jeans looked brand new. You smiled proudly as you held them up in front of you, checking the front and the back. Not bad, you thought.

That evening, Jeongin came home tired and basically sleeping on his feet. He was exhausted.

"Aw, you're so tired, baby" you pouted as he rested his forehead on your chest. He nodded without answering, which made you giggle a bit. He was so cute.

"Have you eaten? It's a bit late so I hope you did" you asked, scratching his head lightly with your nails, to relax him.

"Something earlier. Just sleepy. Can we go to bed?" He spoke with a tired, slurry voice.

"That's good. Yes, we can. I just wanted to show you something-" you detached yourself and walked to the living room table, picking up and unfolding the jeans.

Jeongin watched your movements curiously. As soon as he saw the jeans, he focused his eyes, squinting a bit.

"I fixed them this morning. They were not ripped, the sewing came undone. Be careful not to cut the tag too short next time!" You smiled sweetly.

He took the pants from your hands and inspected them with a dimply smiled. He actually got a bit shy? Maybe it was the domesticity of it.

"They look brand new. You did such a good job, baby, thank you" he leaned closer and kissed your lips gently as a thank you.

The next time something similar happened, Jeongin came to you with a t-shirt. It was a casual, short sleeves graphic tee. Designer, of course.

"Y/nie, there's a little hole, right here, you see?" You walked closer and inspected the shirt yourself.

"Mhm yeah, I don't know how it would've gotten there, but it's totally fixable. Would you like me to fix it?" You asked.

He looked at you with love-filled eyes and shyly nodded. You kind of noticed his demeanor and that made you smile, too.

"Okay then. Trust me."

This time, you decided to dare a little and do something more. But based on how he seems to react, and honestly how good of a job you did, you were excited to show him the result.

He went out for a while to get some groceries and coffe for the both you, so when he came home you waited until he had his jacket off and he was comfortable.

"Jeonginnie" you called, purposefully acting cutesy. He sharpened his gaze in suspicion, but he had a playful smile on his lips.

"Yes?"

"I fixed the McQueen shirt" you suddenly pulled it out from behind your back, handing it to him. Just like a gift. He widened his eyes and mouth in shock.

"Wow, already?? You're the best, cutie, thank you so much." He kissed your lips as a thank you, which you welcomed gladly, but then encouraged him to check out your work.

And that's when he saw it. You didn't just fix the hole. You actually used some thicker, almost wool-like thread, and embroidered a small black heart, which matched perfectly with the black and white punk style of the shirt.

He looked at it in disbelief, smiling so wide his eyes turned into little half moons and his dimples came out cuter than ever.

"No way! You did this for me?" He lightly stroke the heart with his thumb, "It's so well done and it looks so good with the rest" he kept complimenting you.

You had a huge smile, giggling like a school girl. It was almost too much how stupidly in love you were.

"So you can have a little piece of me when you wear it" you replied sheepishly. At that point he just lost it, the cuteness aggression taking over him.

So he threw the shirt on the armchair and then launched himself at you, starting to pepper all your face and neck with kisses. Making as much noise as he could while you couldn't help but giggle, then laugh as he was tickling you.

From then on, if he happened to have some issue with his non-working clothes, he'd ask if you could fix them for him, instead of asking one of their staff like he would've had done before meeting you.

You happily complied every time you could manage, but some things sometimes weren't worth it, so he threw them away, or you recommend a more experienced seamstress to handle it.

But regardless, it had almost become your little thing. He quickly got interested in the process of sewing up/ embroidery and even knitting. He enjoyed the activity, as well as creating some silly things like a knitted version of a pokémon he liked, but mostly he loved spending time with you.

"Good morning my baby" he nuzzled his face in your hair, waking you up gently. You smiled, snuggling back into him.

"Mornin'" your sleepy voice replied. He smiled widely and told you to wait a second. You protested, stretching out your arm to try and keep him in bed, but eventually dropped it back on the mattress soundly.

Jeongin came back, still only wearing a pair of tracksuit pants, hiding something behind his back.

That peeked your interest, so you fully opened your eyes, waiting.

"The big stuff is gonna come later but...for now..." He teased, getting closer to the bed, then leaning forward with one knee on the mattress, "Happy birthday, my beautiful y/nie"

At that he revealed what he was hiding, which was a whole knitted winter hat, including a cute pompon at the top. You gasped as you sat up, snatching it from his hands.

"No way you made this!" You exclaimed, excited. He laughed.

"I had a good teacher" he smiled sweetly, "Do you like it? I know it's not perfect bu-" he couldn't even finish the sentence as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you.

"Don't even say that! It's perfect, it's absolutely perfect. And my favorite colors too, oh I love you" you both had huge smiles.

"I love you, too. Happy birthday!"

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[isolde-illustrates]

Fintan and Bronte Headcannons

Fintan:

He needs glasses ever since the ever blaze incident. Fintan is neither nearsighted nor farsighted; his vision was mutually messed up in both ways. Incidentally, his hearing has gotten sharper because of how much he focuses on using it.

He refuses to wear his glasses despite having damage due to the bright burning light.

He also cannot smell anything except smoke faintly whenever he is near a fire. All of his nose hair has literally burnt off, so he gets a lot of sinus infections, too. The ice prison does not help at all, and he constantly has a runny nose (which he cannot stand).

Fintan sometimes walks into walls and somehow manages to pull it off so no one except the doctor who took care of him right after the incident knows how bad his vision is (the doctor was too afraid of fintan).

Everyone in the neverseen is waiting for him to admit that he can't see, but then Fintan does crazy stuff that makes them think that he actually has perfect vision and is just faking it.

Fintan does not wear shirts under his hoodies or vests because he can't stand the extra heat. (tw: scar) Fintan also hates whenever his chest is exposed because of a scar he has from the accident, so he always laces up whatever he is wearing really tight, or adds more buttons to his shirts and vests so that there are not any gaps that could show his scar if he bent forward.

His scar could have been healed, but he wanted to keep one of the scars from that day as a reminder of what happened. It's close to his heart, although the worst part is near his stomach. Bronte knows about this scar because he overheard Fintan yelling at the doctor for trying to heal that scar when Bronte was on his way to talk with Fintan about the Council.

He loves elegant clothing. That was the third thing he hated most about being kicked off the Council. Not only did he lose his ability and power, Fintan was no longer allowed to buy certain degrees of fancy clothes. As a result, he now knows how to sew very well. He still insisted on making someone else do the patchwork in the Neverseen while he was there. Alvar and Ruy normally ended up stuck with the work.

Fintan is killer in heels. He can wear those bright red kinky boots and run in them (unless there is a tree root that he does not see). Still, if the ground is visible to him, or if it is fairly level, then he will sprint in those boots. He would also kill song 6 of Kinky Boots. There is no denying it.

He and Vespera were besties and he started out borrowing Vespera's dresses, but then just went ahead and made his own. They are both fragil and frail creatures, so it definitely would have worked.

Fintan used to have hair down to his waist, but after it got burnt in the accident, he swore that he would never let it touch his shoulders again because that was the version of himself that died in the fire, the young pyrokinetic who thought that he had nothing to lose in a dangerous lesson. The only times his hair has gotten long again have been when he has been in prison, both in Exile and now ib the ice prison. In Exile, it was just past his shoulders. Fintan had cut it again, but his time in the ice prison has gotten his hair almost to his bicep.

Fintan has a thing for chickens. Besides tasting good (he can't help that he tried it when Atlantis had humans), chickens seem so trusting of him and recognize him. He had a couple at his house, and they helped with his gardening (fertilizer).

Bronte:

He has perfect vision, which annoys Fintan to the extreme, especially because Fintan sometimes has to listen to the voice before knowing who is nearby.

Bronte learned how to speak multiple human languages, which is how he was able to speak with Amy (I don't care what Shannon says about the languages being the same, why should English be the one that is exactly like the elven language and not Latin, Persian, etc).

He knows all of the human curse words that Sophie switches into when things are bad and does not call her out on it unless she forgets to switch and stays in Elvish (because he thinks it's funny when she apologies and immediately says a string of human curse words, mainly English and Spanish, but whatever she heard in a high school with the ability to hear human thoughts). She was fluent in those words before becoming a polyglot, and sometimes Bronte lets a word slip, forgetting that Sophie is there. It has become an inside joke for them.

Bronte loves layers. He will bundle himself up in longer capes and procede to almost trip on them.

He would not be caught dead in heels. (Bronte would have, however, been caught alive in heels if it was just around Fintan. Not anymore though, because he no longer trust him after the whole Neverseen thing. Bronte was the Charlie of the two, and Fintan was the Lola.)

Bronte started cutting his hair short because Fintan teased him. Originally, he and Finran both rocked the long hair. Bronte had a mullet that went to his shoulders. His cropped hair and short height reminds Fintan of a little chick (which makes sense as Fintan doesn't know if he wants to kill Bronte or keep him forever).

[vincentbriggs]

Good sir, I am hoping to pick your brain. I’m making an 18-century (“pirate”) shirt as a gift to my friend. He wants tie closures on the neck and cuffs instead of buttons. Might you have any insight or resources for this? I’ve seen the ties in at least one of the extant shirts I’ve viewed online. I’m still pretty new to the sewing gig and I’d like to minimize inventing metaphorical wheel as much as possible. Thanks in advance!

It's very unusual, but do know of one example! (Not that extant one though)

But first - Link to my most thorough shirt construction blog post. (It's a few years old and I've improved a few little things in my technique since then, and I mean to finish writing a new and better one before the year is over.)

Ok, ties on shirts! I'm assuming this is the extant one you're talking about? Tbh I'd discount this one entirely if you're looking for information on 18th century men's shirts because I don't think it is one.

Besides the attached ties, the sleeves are extremely weird. They're cut off and have no wristbands!! This would make it quite impossible to wear under a coat, the wristbands are an absolutely essential part of an 18th century shirt. I also don't see any reason to believe this is actually 18th century when it could just as easily be 19th century, and considering how short the slit is I think that more likely.

(Lots of auction sellers like to say "late 18th century" about things that are like... yeahh maaaaybe that's plausibly from a very fashion forward guy in the late 1790's but it's much more likely early 19th century. And with court dress they sometimes just straight up date it several decades too early. Look at lots of examples and always question everything, because museums don't always date things correctly either.)

I think I remember seeing someone mention once that it was a 19th century workman's garment of some sort, but I can't remember where, and all we've got to go on are a few pictures and a brief caption from a seller who doesn't know what they're talking about. It does look like it could have been worn over another layer though, and the fabric is very coarse. It could also have been altered at a later date for theatrical costume, which is something the Victorians did to A LOT of 18th century garments.

So just ignore that shirt!

The vast majority of 18th century mens shirts close with 2 or 3 buttons on the collar, but there is a style that uses ribbons. It appears to have been fairly common in the late 17th and early 18th century, and then slowly dwindles as the century goes on. I have a section for it on my shirts pinterest board with 64 examples. Ooh, wait, 65, just found a new one.

The collar is made with little to no overlap and one buttonhole on each end, and a ribbon is threaded through them.

Portrait of Carl Gustaf Tessin, 1728.

Sir Charles Howard, 1738.

I actually made one of these last year!

The collar doesn't sit as well with the ribbon as it does with 2 buttons, but once you put a stock over it it's fine.

Nearly every single depiction of an 18th century shirt I've ever seen (and I've spent a LOT of time looking) uses sleeve links on the wristbands. (Which I have a tutorial for! They're really easy to make!) I do sleeve links on most of my everyday shirts because I like them better than sewn on buttons. When the wristband is this narrow, sewn on buttons don't sit very nicely.

But! If your friend wants ties on the wrist in a historical way, I do know of one single example, and it's this guy!

Giovanni Maria delle Piane, Portrait of a nobleman. No date given, but if I had to guess I'd say 1680's or 90's. Very late 17th century looking fellow.

We can't see his collar closure, but I think it's very possible that he has a matching red ribbon holding that closed.

Personally I wouldn't want to try these, because they look like an absolute nightmare to tie by yourself one handed. But the good news is that you could make just regular wristband that take sleeve links and they'd work for this too, since both just have a buttonhole at each end! I aim for a finished wristband length that's 10-14mm longer than my wrist measurement, with the buttonhole being about 4 or 5mm in from the edge, which gives me enough ease to wear them comfortably with sleeve links, so if you do that then he'll be able to wear them both ways.

[bitterbutblue]

For the request can I please have Natasha x female reader dating headcanon?

natasha dating a wildfire!

run to me, confess your love ☆ natasha x wildfire!reader

~ omg for some reason my brain went to NATASHA ROMANOFF of all people i am not sure why but i figured it out eventually that u did nawt mean natasha romanoff .. anyways thank u for requesting this made me very happy !!~

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

⤷ she knows you as the one patient that always gets injured all the time somehow. she knows that you and seele are close because seele is always the one taking you over to her clinic.

⤷ for as bright as she is, she never notices how you always have a faint blush on your face whenever you come to her clinic and how seele always look slightly smug.

⤷ the one time seele didn't come in with the smug little smirk was for something much more serious. this time, you had managed to get yourself a pretty serious cut on your stomach. you said it was probably fine but seele was practically losing her mind with worry.

"seele, it's fine!"

"seele it's fine YOUR ENTIRE SHIRT IS COVERED IN BLOOD-"

⤷ natasha asks you to lift up your shirt and even though you are bleeding out and dying you can't stop the blush that creeps up your face when you oblige.

⤷ did it hurt? yeah but at the same time the really hot doctor is touching you and you feel like combusting.

⤷ that was the time natasha finally figured out something was going on.

"you're really red."

"hah- ha, yeah, that's so funny! i wonder why too, its quite hot isn't it? feels quite hot.."

⤷ she asks you to come back every day for the next week so she can check on your wound and you do so very eagerly.

⤷ you do get disappointed when she eventually says that you don't have to come back anymore.but then she hits you with something else instead.

"how about you come see me for... other reasons outside of medical?"

⤷ you didn't quite get it at first.

"like- like what other reason? homework?"

"what."

⤷ you got there eventually <3

⤷ she loves you so much. and she genuinely freaks out every time you have to go out on a mission. she already worried for you before but now that you're a key part of her life, she doesn't have it in her to be able to just watch as you go out to fight those monsters.

⤷ she knows hows dangerous it is, and how one day her next patient dying could be you.

⤷ she makes you promise her every time before you go out that you will come home. and every time you kiss her, you kiss her like it's the last just in case. but you always return home and she greets you with a happy grin and a soft kiss.

⤷ is the most loving and caring girlfriend, doesn't try to hide it. even in public she will always be tending to you, cupping your cheeks and asking you if you're cold. will not hesitate to give you her sweater- just the smallest shiver and she'll make sure you're wearing her sweater immediately

⤷ sews and knits little gifts for you. lkes to give you little trinkets such as little buttons or small plushes she made! for your birthday she made you a sweater she spent almost months working on with wool she had to work overtime for. you love her so much seriously.

⤷ doesn't do pda much in public, and doesn't initiate it much. you're always the one cuddling into her. she always reciprocates, no matter what though. loves kissing your forehead or temple as you snuggle into her side.

⤷ does not charge you like harvey from stardew valley.. will treat you for free no matter what and will go out of her WAY to make sure you're okay.

⤷ loves kissing you though... sometimes you'll be visiting her in work and she'll just pull you into the closet during her break to kiss you until you forget your own name and then rush off to work again

⤷ you two raise two little cats together and it's great and wonderful. she is the best pet parent out there.

⤷ seele likes to say that she's the reason you guys got together when it's just not true

⤷ she stopped saying that after walking in on you guys... doing something... in the her office after hours. she doesn't want to be associated with yall anymore.

[starry-hughes]

Quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close

quinn

star’s 1 year celly!

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quinn didn’t need to have a roommate. he was perfectly capable of living on his own. but you did need a roommate. so he rented the extra room in his apartment out to you.

it was easy living with quinn. he didn’t leave messes anywhere, he was gone half of the time. it was easy. quinn didn’t mind living with you either. he liked when he would return from a roadtrip and you always had the fridge stocked with snacks. he liked how if he had a rough game, you’d give him space.

quinn’s other shirts were all dirty and needed to go to the dry cleaners. so he settled on the one shirt he had left. he couldn’t remember why exactly he didn’t like the shirt until the button popped off. that’s why.

“(y/n)?! you home?” he knocked on your door rapidly. he had to be ready for his game in less than fifteen minutes. “yeah?” you finally swung the door open and quickly realized quinn was standing there, shirt half buttoned and a button in his hand. “do you know how to sew?”

it took you a little longer than expected to thread the needle and you kept apologizing to quinn for taking so long, he was going to be running late soon.

the button was toward the top of his shirt and both of you decided that due to the time crunch, he would just let you sew the button on while he was still wearing the shirt. he prayed that you couldn’t hear or feel his heart beating rapidly as you focused on getting his button sewed back on.

you managed to not prick him and tied the string off before cutting the excess. you suddenly realized how close you were to him and he did too. you swore you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips but he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

he finished buttoning up his shirt and decided he was safe to leave. “got all your buttons?” you joked as he threw on his jacket. “yes, thank you,” he smiled, lingering a second too long before remembering he had to be at the rink soon.

quinn rushed out of the apartment and you tried to forget the fact that the two of you had been so close to one another. quinn thought about it his whole drive.

when he got home, you were still awake, watching game highlights on the couch. “another button fell off on the drive home. can you fix it for me?”

[minneywoon]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! - nsfw, adults fun, aged up, sexual content, smut. she/her/hers reader!

𝗔-𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗼𝗽-𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿:

Yuji Itadori is exactly the type of man who was prone to flights of fancy. Everything happened according to whims and dreams, he never deviated from them. But he often tried to carefully plan his future, his jujutsu sorcerery, his new job, even his love life—though it was usually laborious, since he was about as lost as he was last year when it came to understanding romantic cues from people. Eastereggs. On the other hand, he lived for spontaneity, like wild flowers popping up between cracks in the pavement. And all of Yuji's painstakingly planned care went out the window because when it came to her, he too became spontaneous after a long time.

No sooner had they walked through the front door than she was pulling his jacket off his shoulders and deftly untying his tie with her fingers. Yuji gasped as she pulled him in for another kiss. He pulled away slightly and whispered pleadingly, "y/n, let's go in, tigress."

She pulled back and caught her breath. "Are you afraid someone will see us, tiger?" she smirked.

"y/n," he scolded her, his voice rising an octave as she wrapped her fingers around his belt and pulled him inside.

Once inside the apartment, she used the momentum to spin them around, causing his muscular thighs to crash into the massive dining room table. Her hands found his chest and she pushed him back, watching as he backed into the furniture.

Yuji was suddenly very thankful that it was a four-legged table and not a center pole, but it didn't seem to matter much. She twisted her dress enough to reveal her knees, then placed one on the outside of his hips and pulled herself up on top of him.

The pink haired man breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled his dark red shirt from his pants and began to unbutton it. “y/nie-y/nie, the bedroom-” he whispered seductively, but she cut him off.

"I'm busy, Yuu-Yuu," she replied, frowning at the remaining buttons on his shirt.

"Why do you always wear buttons?" she asked, her lips pouting.

“Because we just had a business dinner babe,” he chuckled, his eyes widening as she grabbed one side and then the other and pulled as hard as she could. "This is my new shirt, y/n!" he said embarrassed, but not angry; he's turn on.

She smiled and placed her hands on his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from his skin. "I'll sew your buttons back on, pretty boy."

Yuji glared at her but she returned his gaze with an amused look before leaning down to kiss him senselessly. His hands fumbled for a second, unsure of where to go before settling on her hips and pulling her closer.

Yuji whined deep in his throat as she lightly sat on the bulge in his pants, but his eyes widened as she reached up and unbuttoned the collar of her halter dress, pulling it down to reveal her front even without a bra. He swallowed hard at the sight of her bare skin and she smiled in amusement.

"Do you like what you see darling?"

He just nodded excitedly and let out a shaky breath as he raised his large calloused hands and cupped her soft breasts.

"Yuujie~," she gasped as his warm thumbs brushed against her hard nipples and he bucked her hips against his, causing the movement of his hands to falter as his breath hitched, his head rested on the table and she did again, this time more treacherously.

Her boyfriend groans heavily as his girlfriend teases him, staring at her bare skin and admiring all the beauty he sees every day and night.

"Little minx-" he manages to say before his jaw drops again as he grunts and she starts grinding her hips against the material of his pants, his eyes widening at the sensation before they start to close as he gasps.

Her fingers began to fumble at his belt, he reached out to grab her hands. In a quick motion he pinned them behind her, one holding her wrists and the other wrapped around her waist to hold her in place.

She whimpered his name again, shifting in his lap, and Yuji couldn't help but moan as his pleasure spread from the contact. His hips bucked to meet hers and she tossed her head back, moaning so shamelessly that for a split second Yuji was afraid the neighbors would hear.

Itadori's golden eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and dominance as he pinned y/n's hands behind her back and held her wrists firmly in place. The feeling of her writhing against him and her moans filling the room only increased his own desire.

A soft growl escaped his lips as their hips moved in perfect sync, the friction between them intensifying the pleasure coursing through his body. The table below them groaned under the strain, but neither of them seemed to mind. At that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in the passionate dance of the divine pleasure of God Eros. His voice, low and hoarse with desire, broke through the haze. 

“Yu-Yuu~” she whimpered, “let go of my wrist so I can take off your pants."

Itadori let out a breathy chuckle and had to make it louder as she tugged on him. "Not yet. I want you like this, y/nie-y/nie~." he just kept kissing up and down her torso.

“Come on, I want you inside me,” she growled, suddenly spreading her knees on the table so her pelvis was pressed right up against his. “Come on, tiger,” she pleaded, wriggling over him. "I want to make love to you."

“Oh, great Buddha,” he breathed, feeling like he was going to lose control completely. His eyes rolled back as her hips pressed against his, his hard manhood twitching in anticipation.

“Shit,” he cursed, his voice hoarse with desire. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth back to his for an eager kiss.

"I want to please us…" she whispered against his bottom lip. “I want to fuck you so good baby."

His body shuddered in response to her words. He feels his heart begin to beat at a hundred miles an hour. He looks at her with a smirk and a lustful look in his eyes. "Don't talk to me like that, tigress. You know exactly what you're doing to me."

Confident y/n, couldn't help but be filled with a sense of smug smugness. She liked the way she teased him, but he had to let him know who was in charge, at least for now before he took over.

She undid his belt with her free hands and let it hang while one hand undid the front of his pants and the other pulled the zipper. She didn't bother to tell him to get up so she could take off her things, she just pulled down the front of his boxers and Itadori arched into her as she grasped his protruding erection, her fingers wet with the rich essence of pleasure pouring from his cockhead.

"Fuck yeah." he swore again, the words dwindling into moans as invisible sparks crackled in his guts; his muscular thighs tensed with each twist of her wrist and she hummed, pumping him until he squirmed beneath her and grabbed her wrist for a gasp. "I can't take it if you keep doing this," he growled desperately.

"We don't want that, do we?" she smirked and stopped pumping him.

With her panties down, y/n lifted her hips to get closer to him, but almost limped as she lowered herself onto his thick length, panting as she took him in, giving her a little trouble, but her wetness helped. "God Yuuji…" she hissed, placing one hand on the center of his toned chest and the other on his shoulder.

And our man Yuji Itadori?

His mouth hung open as he rested and stuttered something nonsensical. She understood that it had been a while since the two had satisfied each other or something sexual had taken place. Especially on the unusual occasion when they are both in the kitchen at the dining table. Which was a bold move on her part, but he was also up for anything she wanted to try.

She felt his muscular body tense as she descended on them, the feeling of enveloping him sent a wave of pleasure coursing through his nether veins. His breath caught in his throat as he felt her grip and warmth around him, wet enough to take him. His mind was consumed by the overwhelming sensations of her warm, rubbery tight walls.

His golden eyes locked with her (colour) ones, the intensity of their eye contact burning brightly even in the midst of their passionate encounter. Itadori's body responded instinctively, his hands already gripping her hips tightly as she moved, each movement evoking a mixture of pleasure and need. 

The sight of y/n above him, her hand resting on his chest and her other hand gripping his shoulder ignited a primal hunger in Itadori. He was mesmerized by the way she controlled him at that moment. It was a side of him that he rarely allowed others to witness, but he felt an undeniable connection to, a desire to give himself completely to.

His body moved with hers, their rhythms matching the circles of his hips. Yuji's moans mixed with hers, the sound of their ecstasy filling the room. In that moment, everything else disappeared, stress, fear, worry and tiredness.

“You look so beautiful, Yuuji,” she purred, raising her hips and then coming back down; Yuji cried out in pleasure as his hands touched her hips and pelvis.

By the time she took control, he had already lost the ability to speak.

Her voice, her body, her every move drives him crazy. He couldn't help but grumble and growl loudly as he stared at her and looked up at her body as she slowly bounced on top of him.

"You're g-going to kill me," he says with a laugh, running his tongue over his lips. “You're going to k-kill me squeezing me in your little pussy like that." he couldn't even find the words to speak, his eyes rolled in his head as she shifted over and over; he let out a ragged breath and his head fell to the table.

“You're so big inside me, t-that's all." lower lip between her teeth as she says between sharp breaths. “Wait sugar,” she moaned, tucking her legs in to pick up a faster, more proficient pace as she rode him and bounced. There was a pool of sweat at the base of her spine and around her middle, where her dress still hung, and a light sheen of dew covered Yuji's flushed chest. She gently dug her colored jelly nails into his skin, tracing the already reddened colored skin beneath.

Her breasts heaved as Itadori moved his hips above her pelvis, enjoying the sight of her chest, it always drove him crazy. Her breasts were amazing the way they moved as he thrust his hard cock into her snug little cunt, she was made for him for sure!

Yuji's breathing became shallower, he felt pleasure like never before. It was good, amazing even, her every move and thrust felt effective against him. "Why do you have to look so fineee in that dress honey?" he groaned softly before she felt his hips grind against hers as if he couldn't control himself.

Y/n adjusted her position and quickened the pace of her movements. He could feel sweat forming on his chest, mixing with the rush of excitement covering his skin. The feel of her nails digging into his flesh added another layer of pleasure and fuel, intensifying the sensations coursing through his body.

The sounds of her moaning and whimpering, the feeling of being around him, the sight of her body above him... all of it was driving him to the brink of madness.

He gripped her breasts and his calloused hands pressed and massaged them as she rode him. His breath came in short, harsh gasps as he tried desperately to hold back the release. She tilted her chest up to his mouth, he understood, and his lips cupped her protruding nipple like a baby.

"Nhgnnn godddd…" she whimpered, lids tightly closed.

The sight of her above him, her dress clinging to her body, increased his obsession with her. Every drop of sweat that ran down her skin, every movement of her hips, brought him closer to the edge of impossibility. The hunger, the hunger for her, even the way he was licking and sucking her sweet nipple.

Yuji looked into her eyes, trying to resist the urge but it was too much. The mixture of pleasure and emotion was driving him crazy and he couldn't control himself anymore. He gripped y/n's hips tighter, fingers digging into her skin with a mix of possessiveness and desire. The pain only seemed to fuel her, her movements growing more passionate as she leaned forward and placed both hands on his chest.

The feeling of her rising and falling above him combined with the rhythmic movement of his own hips pushed Yuji closer to the edge. y/n's knowing gaze met his, a silent confirmation that she understood how close he was. Their eyes shone brightly with anticipation and need, a shared desire for that sweet orgasm.

Yuji's hips quivered with increased urgency, his body instinctively responding to the pleasure of the build. Each blow brought them both closer to the abyss, the world around them blurring as their bodies moved in perfect sync.

"Baby.. baby.." she said between breaths, "Yuuji, look at me."

Yuji obeyed, lifting his head, opening his eyes and looking at her eagerly. His breathing was heavy as he looked up at y/n, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and intensity. Her words ignited a fire inside him, igniting a wave of energy that forced him to take control. Without hesitation, his body moved with his newfound strength, his muscular arm wrapping around her waist and his hand finding rest on the edge of the table. He moved forward, finding the perfect angle and leverage to drive his twitching cock into her with tremendous force.

"Yuu!" y/n cried out in pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck as he took complete control of her body. The table beneath them creaked and cracked under the intensity of their movements. Yuji continued to move against her, his thrusts getting stronger and faster, the sound of their bodies filling the air. He enjoyed the feeling of power and dominance, knowing he was driving her to new heights of pleasure.

 The sounds of their bodies colliding mixed with her cries and moans of pleasure. He had to hold his breath for a brief moment as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him for dear life. As his tummy rubbed against her very sensitive clit. (editor loves this shit)

He pressed his sweaty forehead to hers, looking into her eyes and moaning her name. “I'm close, ahn y/nie~” he hissed and she whimpered. Her moans and the sound of his name escaping her lips were like music to his ears

His thrust was harder, more relentless. The way she tightened around him, the way her nails clawed at his broad shoulders, he knew it was coming. "Cum for me pretty girl-" he whispered hoarsely with a moan as he picked up his pace, determined to get her over the edge. The tip of his cock hit and kissed her g-spot perfectly, the sweet juices pouring out of her at tremendous speed.

He buried his face in her neck, peppered it with kisses and called her a hickey. "Yuuji!~" her whines stopped as he began aggressively stroking his pulsing cock against her cunt and she clenched her thighs together as electricity coursed through her veins and she shivered in his arms as she unraveled. The orgasm was sweet, achieved and above all much needed, she wanted to hear it again and again from her lover.

Speaking of him, he got it too, gasping and grunting her name as he squirted his seed right into her little hole. "y/n...y/nnnnn..." he buried his face in her neck, pulling her as close as he could, going quiet for a moment, then shuddering beneath her, a long wail muffled against her skin.

One…two…three…crack! The table leg broke under their weight, y/n screamed as Yuuji grabbed her waist with quick instincts. He rose to his feet, wrapping his arms around the middle of her back. He breathed out, not surprised.

“Well, that was to be expected." the pink haired man commented jokingly. Y/n just buried her face in his chest, her thighs still tingling from the shock of her orgasm. He could feel her laughing against his skin, "Something to laugh at?" he also couldn't help but laugh.

She shook her head, "We broke our table. It cost me a lot of money." she huffed, not in anger, but rather in amusement.

Yuji gritted his teeth, stroking her hair as he stared at the crumbling table. "I did it, not you. I didn't hold back," he tangled his fingers in the hem of her dress, "but that's okay. You've got a handy man with you!" he boasted.

His girlfriend just nodded her head that she hoped he would fix it.

They ended up buying a new table. Firmer for their next dance…

see? even the tables are not just for eating.... jk lol

[gamebunny-advance]

1010 Malt Shop - Green Plushie

It's done. It's finally done. 1 week of blood, sweat, and tears (mostly blood), and he's done.

But I don't have a good enough camera nor photography skills to really capture his true charm ;w;

(Boring self reflection + more pics under the cut)

Anyway, this is the project I've been working on lately. No particular thing really prompted this. Like most things I do, it was started on a whim and finished with will power. I don't really have much experience with plush making or sewing, so despite his obvious faults, I still think he turned out pretty nicely for an amateur.

As per usual, I didn't have enough foresight to document the process, but I can nonetheless talk about the experience and point out some details of it.

Firstly, he's a pretty large lad. Here he is compared to the official DJSS plush and one of the test prints I did of "Melon Float."

Counting his straw, he's about 16 inches tall. I wasn't counting on him being so big, so I don't really know what I'm gonna do with him now...

I say this took a week, but I probably could have quartered that time if I had a working sewing machine, but since I didn't, the majority of the time was spent just sewing the thing together. (Btw, pattern over here.) The only fabric details that weren't hand-sewn are the circle/stripe details on his pants and shoes, and the bow/buttons on his shirt, which were all glued on.

The base pattern didn't come with any clothes, so I just adapted the body patterns into clothes. Structurally, he's basically wearing a second skin~ I did think about making the gloves for the sake of accuracy, but at that point, the only skin he'd be showing is his face, and I wanted to keep some soft parts out since his clothes are so stiff. They're so stiff, they can stand on their own and be stacked on top of each other without falling over.

(The plush has a harder time standing than his clothes do...)

Speaking of the clothes, let me say right now that it bothers me more than anyone else that the paint details don't color-match his pants. I was so high on the euphoria of starting this project that when I was out getting supplies, I saw some glow-in-the-dark paint and thought it'd be a great idea since he's a robot and all. The color on the bottle looked close enough at the time, and the original plan was that only the face would be painted with the other details being felt, but on top of me forgetting that effects paint takes a long time to build up layers, the green also dried differently than I thought it would, so it threw everything off, but I didn't have the patience to suck it up and repaint everything with a better color match. I did try to add a light gradient with my pastels like in the original art work, but it turned out so light that it's barely perceivable and totally not worth the clamminess I get when I touch chalk.

I think the most time-consuming part was his hair. While sewing the body together took 2 days, the clothes 2 days, and painting 1 day, the hair took about 3 as I had to figure out essentially how to do it myself on the fly. The first day was mostly trial and error. I did find a couple of online tutorials about how to get this loopy yarn hair, but the ones that I found both required tools that I didn't have. Eventually, I figured out a way to make it work, but I feel like it was less than efficient:

Basically, his hair is made with chunks of yarn that are tied together, and each chunk is individually sewn into place. I didn't count, but I think there are 13-14 hair chunks total to give him a full head. I do like how I made his bangs uneven to mimick how I draw his hair, but I couldn't quite pull off having his distinct hair-part and I couldn't figure out how to give the illusion of half his hair being straight without it looking weird. (I did try cutting the loops to let the strands be straight, but I didn't like the look of it, so I kept them all loopy).

This is a weird thing to say out of context, but I'm especially proud of the back of his head. Originally I was just going to paint on his undercut (which I'm glad I didn't because this paint REALLY hardens the cotton), so I got the bright idea to sew on individual strands of yarn for it. I think the effect is great, but I would not wish it upon my worst enemy, because to get the effect, I had to sew on each. strand. individually. The day I made the face poll, and said that was going to be a break day? I wound up doing this instead, and it took just as long to sew in those 20+ strands of yarn as it did the rest of his hair.

To segway into that poll, as you can see, I went with option 2 with some slight edits. Just the white/green eyes looked a little plain to me, so I added my usual dark pupil and added a green-star glitter to the center. I'm the one that has to live with this thing for the foreseeable future, so I made some executive decisions. Unfortunately, there were a few errors while painting, which you can clearly see in the above pictures OTL. I did try to seal off my painting areas with tape, but it still bled and stained in a few places. I don't really know if it's possible to clean the stains without ruing the rest of the face, but if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them.

There are a few extra details that I guess are worth pointing out: he's actually wired. I put in some armature wire so he'd be able to move his limbs despite the stiff felt but... I didn't secure them that well, and the wire for his arms got displaced, so I currently can't bend them ;3;. I'd have to open him up again to replace it, and I REALLY don't want to undress him again to get to his back. The worst thing about this plush is that his clothes are so stiff that he's actually very hard to dress.

The wire in his legs is mostly still in place, so he can at least (kinda) sit.

I think the last thing worth talking about is the ice cream accessory. It was really simple to make (it's just air dry clay over foil + extra pieces), but it's cute, so I wanted to point it out~

It's a hair clip, so it can be taken on and off. Theoretically, it could be worn by a person, but it's a little heavy to be wearing it all day~ The camera/lighting really blew out the colors, but I think it turned out to be a nice creamy french vanilla color like I really wanted~

Other details like the glitter on his eyes/cheeks can't really be captured on my shitty ipod camera, but rest assured that he is pleasantly sparkling~

I think my biggest takeaway from this project has been materials: I thought that using felt would be a great alternative to having to buy an entire yard of fabric for a one time project, but besides the paint, it was the hardest material to work with. If I have to pick and choose, next time I think the body will be felt, and the clothes will be cotton, or maybe I'll actually invest in some fleece, so it can be soft all the way~ Since the clothes are removable, I could theoretically make him his default sailor suit and just replace the straw with his proper hair loop to convert this into a "canon" design plush, but we'll see what the future holds. I did get the felt colors to make my *other* babygirl, but given this experience, I may hold off on making him until a much later date.

[samieree]

Silver Princess || House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Gwayne Hightower

-> Introduction + Chapter I

Chapter II "Dragon Princess"

Almost half a year had passed since her mother's death, but Valaerya was still experiencing it and it was obvious how this situation affected the young Targaryen. Early on, she could often be found in the gardens, with her hair down, or perhaps in some uncomplicated bun, reading books in a light dress.

Now it was hard to find her in the castle at all. Usually from morning to evening she was outside the castle walls, in the Dragonpit. She didn't read as often anymore, although she could be find sitting on her dragon's paw, her back against it's side, reading something. However, she spent a lot more time in the sky now or on walks anywhere outside of the city at all, not caring that her father would disapprove of it.

Her dressing style has also changed significantly. She hasn't worn a dress since the day her mother died. She ordered to sew other, more... Practical clothes, something like those in which she flew on a dragon. Anyway, it were just two sets for riding these beasts that she wore, until more were made for her.

High boots, trousers and a long-sleeved shirt over which she put on a coat that, when buttoned up, resembled a dress and ended at the knee. The way she put her hair up also changed — and since the maid could never suit her taste, she took care of it herself. Every morning she would sit in front of the mirror and first separate two thin strands that would be on the sides of her face. Then she would make braids around her head, which she then tied into a ponytail, connecting the braids with the rest of her unbraided hair.

This is how she dealt with the loss, completely changing her appearance, as if she cut herself off from what was, as if she was a completely different person.

It seemed that this day would be no different from any other. Already dressed, she was sitting in front of the mirror, finishing braiding her hair, when suddenly the door to her chamber opened. She sighed, quickly finishing her ponytail and getting up from the chair. She was ready to rebuke her guard for letting people in without knocking, but as soon as she walked into the main part of the chamber, she noticed that it was her father who had come to her.

"Father?" She said, drawing attention to herself.

"You didn't come to your mother's funeral." She didn't like the beginning of this conversation.

She frowned, not really knowing whyt he was saying this. That had been almost six months ago, why was he reminding her of that? Didn't he know she wouldn't make it there after what she'd seen? Stand by and watch them burn both her mother's and her brother's bodies?

"You just remembered about it now?" She asked in a slightly harsher tone than she had originally intended.

"And you weren't there when I declared your sister as an heir to the Iron Throne." He added, not taking his eyes off her. He looked... Worried, concerned about her behavior.

"Yes, so what?" She controlled her tone this time, bluntly saying she didn't want to have this conversation.

She didn't need anyone's sympathy, not after what she had seen and how she had come to terms with it. Besides, she guessed that her father had ordered Aemma's womb cut open to take out the baby, who died soon after anyway... If anyone was to blame for this whole tragedy, it was her father.

What was all this for, if Rhaenyra was named heir anyway? Why all this mania of having a son for? If it weren't for him, her mother would be here right now... And father wouldn't have to start thinking that it's time to remarry.

"You can't spend your days in the Dragonpit or in the sky." He said, stepping closer to her. He frowned, which only added to the concern on his face.

"I'm a Targaryen, so I'm close to dragons, what's strange about that?"

"Before Aemma's death, you visited the Dragonpit no more than twice a week, not every day." He replied, stopping right in front of his daughter. "You rarely come to eat with me and Rhaenyra at all, and when you do, you seem absent. My beloved daughter, I'm only worried about you." He even ignored the tone she used before. He placed his hands gently on her forearms, as if to inspire confidence in her. He is her father after all, she can tell him anything.

"There's no need, you've got other things on your mind..." She looked away as she said this, trying to push the painful memories away.

"I miss her too." He nodded softly, leaning closer to her. "And I will miss her for the rest of my life. But we can't close ourselves off to everyone, you can't."

She nodded, even though she didn't know if she'd ever be able to be as outgoing as — for example — her sister. After all, she'd never cared too much about having lots of friends, and now... It's going to be even harder for her.

"Just... I need a little more time." She said, returning her gaze to him. "But at your next wedding — once you choose your new wife — I'll be there. I promise."

He nodded, his expression now more serious. He removed his hands from her forearms and straightened up. It won't bode well...

"You have all the time you want to grieve, but you must not forget that as Princess of the Seven Kingdoms you have responsibilities. Enough of ignoring them, I turned a blind eye because I know how close you were with your mother. But that's the end of Valaerya." She looked at him with her already slightly terrified look, afraid of what she was about to hear. "You are forbidden to go to the Dragonpit until you will participate again in the life of the court as befits a princess. And dress like one, sometimes you are not mistaken for a common lord just because of your hair."

"What?! No, you can't... Father!" She started shouting after him as he headed for the door. "You can't take that away from me, it's all I live for!"

"That's it! You are a princess, not just another dragon in the Dragonpit! Your home is here, not there!"

"Just one more time, please! Last day!" He stopped after this words. He seemed to be too soft-hearted again and considered her request.

Finally, after a few hellish moments of silence, she heard her father's heavy sigh, and then he turned to her.

"Last time. I'll pass it on to the Lord Commander right away."

* * *

There was no time to waste, she had to enjoy her last day of freedom. However, before she left her chamber, she began to think that she would wear it from tomorrow until her father let her off again.

She pulled from the closet the snow-white gown she had worn on the day of that tournament, which Uncle Daemon had given her. She stared at it for a long moment, running the fabric between her fingers before making a decision.

"Evylin!" She called her maid, who was bustling about the room, changing the sheets.

"Yes, princess?" She asked what was the matter as soon as she got within two paces of Valaerya.

"Have it dyed black. And... Sew on the border of the 'scales' with silver thread." Val commanded, turning to the red-haired woman and holding out her dress.

"But princess, it's so beautiful just the way it is..."

"I don't like this color anymore. And the silver thread will only add charm to it." She replied in a tone that made it clear that she didn't wish to continue this discussion. Evylin no longer objected, taking the gown from Valaerya, curtsying, and left the chamber to do her bidding immediately.

Soon after, Val came out to the courtyard, where the Lord Commander was waiting for her, who was supposed to watch her on her way to the Dragonpit. Usually it was some ordinary guard, but as you can see today it was on him, most likely at the behest of her father.

She didn't speak on the way to her destination. Once there, she dismounted her horse efficiently, greeting the Dragonkeepers and went inside, not waiting for someone to lead her dragon out.

"Skorkydoso glaesā, Kaerax?" (How are you, Kaerax?)" She asked as soon as the dark gray, almost black dragon stuck it head out to be petted.

"Issi ao jāre naejot kipagon tubī, dārilaros? (Are you going to ride today, princess?)" One of the  dragonkeepers asked her, not knowing what the young princess was up to today.

"Kessa. (Yes.)" She replied shortly. "Kostan gaomagon ziry nykēla. (I can do it myself.)" She added seeing that they weren't going to leave her alone.

When they finally were gone, she sighed softly and began to tell Kaerax how sorry she was that she didn't know when they will see each other again, because her father had forbidden her to come here. Saying this, she snuggled against her side, though the saddle straps hindered her a bit.

Ugh, if only I could... Take it off.

All in all... Why not? You can ride a horse without a saddle, so why not ride a dragon like that? Kaerax will also feel freer then, without the belts fastened around her body.

Even when Valaerya spent a lot of time reading, she liked stories where the main character was riding a dragon, but there was never mention of them getting on the saddle. They would just find a place on dragon's back and grab onto one of the spikes, and fly like that. So why couldn't she do that?

Besides... She was a Targaryen. If dragons were made to be ridden by the Targaryens, then Targaryens were made to ride them as they are. There is nothing to be afraid of.

By the way, before saddles were invented, someone was already riding dragons, right?

Right?

After such a long thought, she began to look for the place where all the straps holding the saddle were fastened. She found the first clasp quickly, the second was harder as Kaerax lay down on it.

Overall the whole process was... Let's just say complicated. And it took quite a while. And the worst thing was to take it all off the dragon's back...

But once she had dealt with it, she faced another challenge. She still had to get to the back somehow before she could fulfill her fantasies.

She was about to speak, but the dragon had to understand what her lady wanted. Lying on it's stomach, it leaned on the side far enough for Valaerya to directly reach the spikes on it's back.

 Val wasn't prepared for the fact that as soon as she caught spikes, Kaerax would straighten up. She nearly fell off at once or flew over to the other side instead of stopping on dragon's back. It was different than in the saddle, at first she had no idea how to position herself. She tried several different positions before pulling herself a little closer to her head, finally finding a position that had potential. She took a deep breath, clutching hard at the spikes on her dragon's back before daring to speak.

"Sōvegon. (Fly.)" She said with her heart beating hard. She immediately felt Kaerax begin to walk towards the exit of the Dragonpit. Maybe it was only Valaerya's imagination, but the dragon was moving more freely than usual...

No, there was no time for such thoughts. As soon as the open world was right in front of them, the dragon kicked off the ground with it's hind legs and began flapping it's wings, taking to the air. At first Val thought she was about to fall before she found a good footing under her feet in the form of more spikes.

For the first few minutes, she had her head resting on the dragon's back, instantly regretting her decision and praying to the Seven Gods that she would make it out alive. However... As time passed, she felt better and better. Her body had become accustomed to the dragon's movements and no longer tried to resist them.

Valaerya finally looked up, looking around. The wind was beating at her the same way it always did, well, maybe a little less. From this height, the city always looked beautiful. At first she was a bit uncertain looking around, but as soon as she gained the feeling that she had a good foothold and would not fall down, she relaxed and a smile spread across her face.

She had never felt such a bond with her dragon in flight, ever. It was... Something else, when she was pressed directly against Kaerax's body, there was nothing but her, her dragon, and the cloudless sky. She felt free like never before. She could forget for a moment that she was a princess with responsibilities waiting for her, in that moment she was free, she could do what she wanted, go wherever she wanted.

After all, if she suddenly went to Essos, who would find her there?

But here was her world... Her life she had to live and her problems she had to deal with. The only thing she has is an illusory sense of freedom, which she grasps like a drowning man grasps razor.

Gods, her father will probably ban her flying to the end of her life as soon as he found out, but it was worth it. Damn, it was worth it.

~

-> Chapter III -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[vacantgodling]

i know you said u were gonna write them regardless, but if it has any bearing on priority, i particularly want to see 2 and/or 7 (same general vibe imo) of the pining prompts <3 -from @calicojackofficial

rip it took me FOREVER to get to this HOWEVER thank you for asking i really appreciate it :’)

(if you wanna request a pining prompt that will take a dubious amount of time to get to the list is here!)

i’m gonna do this for jihan & hue bc 💛 them

2. Quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close & 7. Fixing each other's clothes (+ if they say "you look good")

At some point, the irresponsibility that came with early twenties had begun to fall away to make room for responsibility that came with the latter half of this decade. Hue had his fun; frat parties, and stupid college shit, bad decisions that he wouldn’t regret only for the sake of reveling in chasing his youth like a dog chases it’s tail… pause for the metaphor, or perhaps, lack thereof. But he was graduated now and he couldn’t live at his sister’s forever. Not that she would mind particularly, it’s just that he would. He wanted to have a place to call his own, more than just a 3x4” room of space—and to not have to sneak every person he brought home out of the window should he want to bring them over.

No, he needed a job.

There wasn’t even that much of a rotating line of guests in his bed anyway, at least, not anymore. Ever since last year, he’d only had eyes for one man, who was currently sprawled on the bed in the tiny room his sister let him have, and the only one of his… interests that she’d ever willingly let come in through the front door. Jihan was idly flipping through a wayward magazine and Hue’s tail twitched in agitation as he fiddled with the buttons of his dress shirt. His interview was for a small pharmaceutical lab that specialized in supernatural medicines; close enough to what he was studying back in school and consequently, the first place to give him a callback after he applied.

He fumbled with the buttons for perhaps the third time, and his frustrated groan made Jihan look up.

“Need help?” He asked sweetly and Hue huffed, but didn’t argue, so with a little laugh Jihan stood from the bed and stepped into his space. The one reason he’d been avoiding asking for help is well—

A helpless shudder ran down Hue’s spine when Jihan’s hands brushed against his bare skin to undo the buttons of his shirt. He’d been more and more on edge lately. He and Jihan had kept it PG for longer than he was expecting if he was honest, and it was at the point now that even the lightest touch and smelling Jihan’s barely there pheromones was almost enough to get him going. Almost. He had self control. For the most part.

He managed to hold still while Jihan redid his buttons, but Jihan swore softly when one of the buttons that had been giving him the most trouble popped off altogether.

“Seriously.” Hue couldn’t help but growl, but Jihan’s chuckle smoothed over the agitation that spiked within his chest.

“Now now, don’t growl at it, you’ll scare it away.” Jihan got down on the floor to begin to search for the missing button and Hue started to bend himself but Jihan tutted at him. “You know how long it took me to iron that for you? Stand up straight.” Hue sighed, but conceded, watching the vampire card through the shag carpeting for a full minute until he finally produced the button. He stood back up, then went over to his bag and rifled through it for a moment.

“What’re you doing?”

“Getting a sewing kit.” Jihan said over his shoulder. “Since I know this is the only good shirt you have.” Hue would’ve snarked back but, “You carry around a sewing kit?”

“One for wounds and the other for clothes.” Jihan returned back to him, threading the needle with practiced ease. “Old habits, and all that.” He did pause to drink in the low cut of Hue’s unbuttoned shirt, and though Jihan told him before that he had—well, whatever it was called when he couldn’t recognize faces, did he know that his own face could look so hungry? Hue’s mouth ran dry. Jihan came back to reality after a second, smiling toothily at him. “Though I don’t think this is a bad look on you.”

“I’m interviewing for a lab not a strip club.” Hue’s murmur was far too fond to sound truly cross. Jihan chuckled but it sounded deeper in his chest, and the subtle scent of him grew stronger.

It used to be a blessing to be able to tell when people started to get aroused around him. Hue had loved it when he was young and flirting in bars, but Jihan was different territory. They’d been practically inseparable the past few months, and they hadn’t even so much as held hands yet, let alone declare that they were anything beyond good friends. But they both knew they were toeing the line, and worse yet, so did everyone around them. The number of looks his sister gave him when Jihan was hanging out around the house and his pheromones subtly shifted made his dark cheeks flush in ways he was glad Jihan himself couldn’t see.

Jihan’s nimble fingers sewed the button back on as though it were just an afterthought, and he stuck the needle back into its little kit and into his own pocket, before he buttoned the shirt back up again. He smoothed a few wrinkles in the shirt, plucked a stray hair from where Hue had braided his mane back as neatly as he could. Then he smiled.

Hue didn’t know if his chest or his pants were tighter.

“You look good.” Jihan murmured fondly. He let one hand trail against his as-of-this-morning clean shaven jaw. “Though I do miss this.”

“I’ll grow it back when I get the job.” Hue said back, softly, not that they needed to whisper. “Not like it takes long for it to grow back anyway.” Jihan laughed at that. “That’s true! I almost envy it.”

“Have you ever had facial hair, Han?” Jihan screwed his face up and Hue had a hard time picturing it. “Mm… Not that I can remember but it probably looked like shit if I had.”

“Maybe one of your old friends has a picture.” Hue teased and Jihan shoved him, finally stepping far enough away that Hue didn’t feel as lightheaded. But, the warm feeling in his chest was still there; still buzzing like alcohol under his skin.

“Hey, Han?”

“Mm?” Jihan had taken residence back up on his bed and was just reaching for the magazine but paused at his name. “… If I get the job, would you…” Hue swallowed hard—his tongue suddenly felt too big for his mouth. “Would you um, go on a date? With me?” Hue asked. Jihan blinked at him and Hue quickly waved his hand. “I mean, not as friends but as—“

“I know what you meant.” A slow smile slid onto Jihan’s face. “But I’d go on a date with you even if you don’t get the job. Hell,” His grin was blinding. “We could go on a date right now, if you want.” Hue flushed and Jihan chuckled. “I can tell you’re blushing.”

“How?!”

“I can smell the blood rushing to your cheeks.” Jihan snickered and somehow that made it worse; every time he’d gotten flustered around him, he’d known—hadn’t he? Well… it was no different than him being able to tell when Jihan was hard, anyway.

“Well, then how about this,” Hue walked back to his bed and knelt, pressing his nose against Jihan’s.

“If I get this job, I’ll pay for the date.”

“And if you don’t?” Jihan’s voice was too teasing to be serious.

“Then our date is at a bar and you’re buying me shots.”

Jihan laughed and pushed Hue back; probably not wanting to breach their mounting tension right before he had something important to do, and Hue thanked him even if he wished he hadn’t.

But he had a good feeling when he went out to his car. He waved back to Jihan and his sister as he headed off towards the interview.

He smiled.

A really good feeling.

[undergroundbillions]

Doom's super-easy quick-and-dirty fool-proof rag doll tutorial! Shirts

Part one of many! Masterpost here.

Time for your first clothing tutorial: the Andy shirt. I'm going to start us off with a reminder that this is just a basic tutorial!!! A jumping off point for you to experiment!!! I encourage you to try new things and adjust these designs to your ideas!!!

Supplies:

Sewing needle, pins, scissors, thread in similar colors to your fabric

Fabric

Some sort of clasp or velcro

Step 1: Patterning

Measuring time! These don't have to be incredibly accurate, but you're going to need:

Arm length

Torso length

Torso width

Arm width

Neck width

Time to draw up your pattern, filling in each measurement here. All sides are symmetrical in both directions. Add at least 2 inches to each measurement besides the neck hole, and up to 4 to each sleeve if you want to fold them over for visible shirt cuffs.

Step 2: Cutting out your fabric

The basic shirt will be made from a single piece of fabric, but you can always piece things together if you're using scraps or want different colors (this is what I had to do). If you do, add an extra inch to account for the fabric that will be taken up on the inside of the seam.

Cut right down the middle from the edge to the neck hole as shown on the pattern. This can be in the front or the back depending on the style of shirt you want to make. Standard dolls have the closure in the back.

Step 3: Sewing together

Fold the entire piece of fabric in half, right sides together, with the neck hole across the top. Now you can sew along each arm and down the sides of the torso. Don't sew the ends of the sleeves closed, or the opening at the bottom.

Don't forget to try it on the doll at all stages of sewing, the sooner you catch a problem the less work it will be to fix it! And always over-estimate measurements, you can always cut away fabric but it's a pain in the ass to add more.

Step 4: Finishing

Fold over each raw edge inward 1/2 inch and use a running stitch to sew it down, this hides the rough edges. You'll want to do this along the back/front seam, cuffs of the sleeves, and along the bottom.

If you want to add a shirt collar, measure and cut out a 3 inch rectangle of fabric the length of the neck hole when fully stretched out end-to-end. Fold this rectangle in half the long way, right sides together, and sew just the two ends together. When you turn it rightside-out you'll have a long skinny rectangle you can sew to the neck hole as a collar.

(I used a shirt sleeve for my fabric, so the cuff of the shirt became the collar!)

This is also where you sew on whatever you plan on using to close up the seam. I used snaps, but you can also use velcro, hook-and-eye closures, real buttons, or even ties! If you don't plan on removing the clothes later you can even put it on the doll and then sew it closed.

Enjoy! Pants tutorial will be linked on the masterpost!

[honorary-fool]

Nameless Bard Cosplay Breakdown

Why? Why not (I want to share my creation especially with seeing so many tiktok cosplays of them, but never any guides/posts about how people. did stuff for them /lh)

I..don't know how well screen-readers will handle such a long post. I hope it works out okay.

Note: final image does not have alt image text at the time of posting, but I intend to add it later on

add alt text to images (all minus final since that would be a picture from the morning of)

Cloak

This thing is LONG. I'm about 5'1/155 cm, and this thing goes down to my KNEES (& big hood too!)

The inside fabric is from old off-white/beige bedsheets, and the outside fabric was from joann's (link).

I used a pattern from Aliceincosplayland on Etsy (link) (note: you don't need to buy a pattern to make a cloak- I bought it because of the different options between the lengths & hood sizes) ; for mine, I used the knee-length pattern & the larger hood size.

The large covered hook & eye also from joann's (link).

POCKETS! There's 2 small pockets close to the edges, & a bigger one I added this year to fit things like my PDM, testing kit, battery pack, etc. The smaller pockets have wooden buttons & button holes, the bigger one has a snap w/ a wooden button hot-glued on top because I didn't wanna tinker with the button hole foot.

Windblume Flower

I forgot what I traced but I made patterns for the leaves and petals & used a tutorial to make the tassels with red embroidery thread.

It's made of felt, hot glue, and I hand-sewed some bits like the button in the middle. It's also removable & fastens via safety pin sewed into the back.

Shirt

I gotta be honest, I forgot to work on it and tried to finish it about a week before the con. It looked like it was going well, but little errors made it look not up to the standard I was holding myself to and I hated it. I didn't even add the finishing touches with the shirt's collar's closure, or the ruffles on the cuffs of the sleeves. Instead, I'm using the original shirt I got off amazon last year (link), which I'm glad I kept intact when trying t make the second version's pattern.

I wanted to make another variation that was closer to his canonical outfit and was not made out of that plasticky fabric material (not that it was uncomfy, I just thought it'd be better for a convention center with a lotta people). The arm holes were a bit too big, the neck hole was a bit snug, and I botched the collar almost entirely. Lesson learned, make mockups and do not procrastinate on your projects until the week before the event.

I have the picture of it in this post.

If it counts, last year I made a slight alteration to the original shirt in which I sewed part of the slit in the top so it didn't go as deep. That's about it, honestly.

Shorts

Honestly, these weren't too bad overall. I cut the triangle panels out of white fabric, used embroidery thread for the criss-cross bits, and hand-sewed said panels onto the shorts.

It's great 'cus it has pockets and it's adjustable with the drawstring on the inside.

Wig

This fucker (part 2)

I combined a wig off Amazon (link) with wefts from hair extensions (link; though it comes with two I used just under one weft for both briads) to get the general shape

I went into detail on how I redid it here (also where the pictures are) but to sum it up: washed out hairspray/gel from last year, trimmed & rebraided the longer strands, used hairspray to do the bangs & gel to fix the ends.

Belt

I had this old brown fabric from an old sewing class project that I used. I measured the length by putting the rest of the costume on and using a measuring tape, overlapping a little so there was room to add the snaps for a closure. I think I used the trim from an old bedsheet and put it on either of the longer ends, then painted it yellow to match the bard's. Semi-reliable snap closure sewn in later, then boom, belt!

Lyre Prop

I forgot what I traced to make this pattern too, but I made it out of felt, essentially a stuffed toy. The little bar bit at the top is a separate pattern piece, as I tried making it all into one and was unable to turn it inside out. I forgot what kind of cord/string I used for the lyre strings, I just remember using mod podge to stiffen it as a finishing touch.

I used it last year as a prop, but I ended up just carrying it around so it might be best to leave home unless you plan to take a lotta pictures.

Miscellaneous Parts

Corset Belt: bought off amazon (link) ; It's comfy for the most part. liked the idea of a faux corset as opposed to the vest

Boots: last year I used a different set of boots that I've had for years, this year I'm using slightly newer boots that I got off my brother since they're small on him. They're timberlands I think? A li'l bit of height, lace-up, slight heel, feels 3% more badass /j

Makeup: I... know very little about makeup. I highly doubt the bard used makeup back then (/j). With that in mind, I really just use black eyeshadow & an eyebrow brush to fill my brows in and that's it. I use an old eyeshadow palette, but I also have an eyeshadow stick from the dollar store that works if you wet it slightly (mostly because it's a year old and is dried out by now..probably).

Wisp Prop: Touched on in this post, I like to take along one of my wisp dolls- the second one I've ever made, specifically. Made with my own personal pattern, he's easy to tuck away into a smaller pocket with just his head sticking out. I'll never forget the excitement of the Bennett and Fischl cosplayers I ran into last year when I took the wisp out to show them. 100/10, easily my favorite prop. The only real change made to him is that he has glow in the dark paint on his eyes, which probably won't do much in a convention setting but I still think it's cool.

Sword Prop: Very unnecessary & impromptu, but also very fun. At last year's con there was a vendor selling foam game/anime weapons and I got a foam Freedom Sworn. At the time of writing this out, I'm unsure if I will be taking it with me this year or not, since I can't exactly store it under my cloak when I'm not holding it.

Final Reveal!

(like I said at the top, this image is the only one w/out alt image text; I'll add it later)

(face scribbled over for comfort reasons)

[flowercrown-bard]

#2 for the pining prompt, any pairing you like!

Thank you!

2. Quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close.

I'm going with Valdo Marx/Jaskier for this one (@flosimo @d-andilion you might be interested?)

"You look ridiculous," Jaskier said as he tugged on the open collar of his rival's shirt - his rival, who for now unfortunately was supposed to be his duet partner. Damn the Duchess and the vagueness of her request that Jaskier should play a set with an up and coming flutist. And damn Jaskier's lack of foresight. Of course this mystery flutist turned out to be Valdo Marx. It was just Jaskier's luck. 

Marx batted his hands away and straightened his collar, attempting and failing to conceal the empty space where a button had just popped off. It only made it stand out more. 

"Stop that," he hissed, disgruntled. "It's not my fault the Duchess gave me this doublet without asking for my measurements first."

Jaskier opened his mouth to make a quip about Valdo's measurements, but no sound left his lips. Unvoluntarily, his eyes drifted from Valdo's face to his exposed collar bone and then lower. Valdo had filled out nicely since they had last seen each other. He looked softer than he had back then. Healthier. Like being held by him would feel lovely. Clearly, life at court had treated Valdo kindly. Jaskier still remembered how haggard he had been back at the academy, unable to eat more than strictly necessary, whenever he got stressed. Valdo must have spent these past years with a mind resting at ease at the prospect of a secure future. 

Without wanting to, Jaskier wondered what it would be like, if he just stayed here at this court with Valdo. If he too would find security and happiness in this life. 

Happiness looked good on Valdo. As did the open collar. 

Jaskier cleared his throat and closed the space between them again. 

"I will very much not stop it," he shot back belatedly. "I refuse to perform with someone looking so… so…" beautiful, his treacherous mind supplied and his heart stumbled, "disheveled. Scandalous. You look like you just stumbled out of someone's bed."

Alright, it was just about time that Jaskier stopped rambling before he lost all control over his words. Even more importantly, he had to put a stop to his thoughts that were running wild, imagining what Valdo would be like being with Valdo now. If it would resemble the tension filled trysts of their youth or if it would be something softer. 

He frowned, when Valdo snorted.

"You'd know about looking scandalous," Valdo said. "Your collar is opened wider than mine."

"Yes, but for me it's a choice." Jaskier narrowed his eyes at the buttonhole. Then he let go of Valdo's collar and turned towards his packs. "I can't have you looking like that. It would distract from me."

Behind him, Valdo muttered something that Jaskier couldn't understand. Years ago, Jaskier would have assumed it was some cutting remark about his looks or a taunt about his out of tune singing being distracting enough, but Valdo's voice lacked any bite.

Finally finding the thread and needle Jaskier had been looking for, he turned back. 

"What -" Valdo began and took a step away from Jaskier, who strode forward with a needle at the ready and a determined frown on his brow. Valdo broke off, when Jaskier grabbed his collar once more. "Oh."

Valdo stiffened, standing still as a marble statue, as Jaskier began to sow the button back on. 

From this close, Jaskier could see his throat bobbing nervously. 

"You - have learned some useful skills out there after all," Valdo said, clearly attempting to give his voice the sneer of a backhanded compliment, but it fell flat. After a pause, he added more quietly, "Thank you." 

"Don't mention it," Jaskier said. Because if Valdo thanked him again or kept using that soft tone on him, Jaskier would not be able to get his heart back under control in time for their performance. He could not afford messing up in front of the Duchess. And as much as he wad loathe to admit it, he liked the idea of failing in front of Valdo even less. 

He smoothed over Valdo's collar, letting his touch linger a little more than necessary. The embroidery of the fabric felt pleasant beneath his fingertips, but he itched to pull it aside and run his hands over the smooth chest beneath instead. 

Tearing his eyes away, he looked up - and straight at Valdo's lips. 

Had he been this close the entire time? 

"Jaskier…" 

Valdo's tongue darted out to wet his lips. Jaskier couldn't tear his eyes away. He felt himself drifting closer, closer -

With a bang, the door flew open and the two bards flew apart. With a frantically beating heart, Jaskier looked to the door, where a page gave them a decidedly unimpressed look. 

"My lady sent me to fetch you," she said. "Your performance is supposed to start any minute." 

"Of course," Valdo said smoothly. Jaskier simply nodded his assent, not trusting his voice to come out even have as controlled. 

He stole a glance at Valdo, who's cheeks were dusted with red. 

"Shall we?" Valdo asked and held his hand out for Jaskier, who stared at it. "Time for you to show me what else you learned in the time we were apart."

"Oh I learned some interesting things, alright," Jaskier said with a suggestive smirk. 

As he placed his hand in his duet partner's outstretched hand, he thought to himself, most importantly I learned that I might have been wrong about you after all. 

[techtainia-makes-things]

TFE Tarantulas x reader

I am but a lowly gay disaster who saw TFE Tarantulas and instantly fell. Also, don’t mind using my knowledge of Historical fashion. (Side note: I’ll be returning soon with requests open)

The trek to the cemetery never yielded sorry sights. You’d pass through the trees, stopping to take note of the more unique plants you saw, or at least, you usually would. The sewing machine bag thrown over your shoulder was a bit too heavy for that.

Nevertheless, you dragged yourself up the final hill, until you could see the cobweb covered stone. You breathed in the lively cemetery air, and continued walking.

All was followed by familiar skittering.

“Hey Tara.” You turned yourself around to get a good look at him, with a sly smile on your face. “That tricks getting old”

“It’s not a trick.” He scooped you up into his arms and carried you to his lab, covered in cobwebs, but still feeling like home. “You have come during a great achievement. Watch.” He transformed and hauled himself up onto the ceiling.

A blinding light greeted you like an old friend, and faded just as fast.

A human stood  in front of you. Black jeans, work boots, and a leather jacket covered in green and purple accents. Hair that looked more like a cheap wig than anything else.

“Tara?” You couldn’t help but smile.

He moved towards you, almost unsure of his steps. “What’s this?” He took the bag from your shoulders.

“Well…” You glanced around the lab. “I was wondering if I could.” You paused to take a deep breath, only to blurt everything out, “Can I sew something with your webs?”

His face was too smug for your liking as he ruffled your hair. “Of course. What were you thinking?”

“You’re close on the Holoform, by the way, the hair’s a bit off though.” You took his wrist, lifting his hand off your head. He let you.

There was a fondness hidden in his eyes. “You’re avoiding the question.”

You huffed, but answered anyway. “I don’t know, probably a shirt.”

“What cut?”

You looked him in the eye with the straightest face you could manage. “Button up, nice collar, maybe mid length sleeves.” It took you a moment to truly process what he had said. “You’ve been listening to me talk about my fashion nonsense the whole time?” Your face was a little too warm for the current weather.

Tarantulus led you over to a large patch of webbing. “Of course I have, though I thought you wanted to make one of those Victorian lingerie dresses.”

“Oh I do, but I’m not dealing with insertion lace right now.” You help him tear down the webbing in one large piece of textile, rubbing the material between your fingers. “This might be a bit too sheer for a dress anyways. Could probably still use it for the lace though.”

He shot you a look. “Wouldn’t that make it too sheer for a shirt?”

“I’ll wear it with a tank top or something.”

Silence.

“You look nice, by the way. It suits you…the holoform, I mean.”

His eyes lit up, with what you didn’t exactly know. “You said something about the hair being off?”

“Yeah, what of it?” You two finished tearing down the webbing, and had started to fold it.

You both stepped closer together. “You’ll have to assist me with that.”

You chuckled. “Of course. Anything for you.”

“Do you mean that?” He looked you right in the eye. His expression was easier to read without the visor and mandibles: soft, almost hopeful.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” You tuck the folded webbing into your sewing bag. “Shall we get started?” You held your hand out to him, with a little bow to make the whole thing as pretentious as possible.

He took it with a small smile. “We shall.”