#violet wool

[yidishuiwater]

[mischief-tea]

The garage-sale batt has redeemed itself. I added some violet mystery wool from the same sale to strengthen it a little and got the whole thing spun and plied. Now it goes into the pile of skeins ready to set when I have time!

[disgruntled-lifeform]

Uhhhhh...who wants to tell them that a ball of yarn is in no way woven?

[itsheckinwes]

Edit: Etsy store is closed right now for weird money reasons. If you would like one, DM me on here!

Wanna support a queer artist? Two even?

Check out my etsy! I've got these wonderful enamel pins for sale over here! If the enamel pins are too pricey for you, we also have it in badge form (round button like pins)

The poyo boyo isn't currently listed for sale, but if you're interested send me a message or an ask! I also do commissions for felt keychains and earrings, and even just plushies (the pokeball designs are really nice! I recommend those!)

[richardsiphone]

[ostensiblynone]

rosecutclothing • Café Brauer Floral Suit for shanemadej and saraerubin's wedding 🌼 They came to me with the idea of incorporating stars, rain and the state flowers of where they were from and met, so we have the California poppy, Connecticut mountain-laurel and Illinois violet. Thanks SO much for trusting me to make this, it was an absolute honor ! All chainstitch embroidery on deep blue wool. Wedding photos by erinhoytphotography 🌼 #rosecutclothing #chainstitchemboridery #californiapoppy #altwedding

source: [rosecutclothing] posted Nov 30, 2023

[the-storyteller78]

SHAME ON YOU FOR MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD MY PARENTS THINK I'M LOSING THE LAST OF MY REMAINING MARBLES—

No, but in all honestly, this is SO great 😂💛 I love the way Penelope is like oh you know they get along just as well as they used, Telemachus is as excited to see him as he's always been, but the implication is that they have never gotten along and Telemachus totally hates his guts LOLOLOLOLOL

Get 'em, Stratonice, whack him good!! 🥳

Can you imagine how weird it must’ve felt for Penelope to see all these younger men—many of whom she literally probably held on her lap as babies or children—burst into her house to vie for her hand and her husband’s throne?? That’s the equivalent of your friend’s son proposing to you while your husband is on a business trip. Just think about it. Like, how embarrassing for them. If not for xenia (and their forceful abuse of said hospitality), I feel like she would’ve laughed them out of house and home.

[jet-tags-tradingcards]

Stage 1 : Evolves from Mareep

Flaaffy----HP 90 ⚡

Wool Pokémon

⚡ Thunder Shock 20

Flip a coin. If heads, your opponent's Active Pokémon is now Paralyzed.

⚡🌟🌟 Electro Ball 60

Weakness : ✊🏾x 2--------Resistance : N/A--------Retreat : 🌟🌟

Because of its rubbery, electricity-resistant skin, it can store lost of electricity in its fur.

Illus. Kurata So

[Scarlet and Violet Edition] 067/198 🔷

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 16, vol. 18, 19 avril 1896, Paris. 11. Robe de maison en foulard mauve. Modèle de la Capdeville, 58, boulevard Haussman. 22. Corsage Tannhaüser en lainage violet évêque. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(11.) Robe de maison en foulard mauve, de forme droite, froncée devant et dans le dos, avec pli rond rapporté retenu par une ceinture de ruban nouée de côté, i rangs de petite Valenciennes ornent le devant et le haut des manches; la manche ballon, très basse sur l’épaule, se termine par un bracelet de ruban, double col rabattu orné de dentelle.

(11.) House dress in mauve foulard, straight, gathered at the front and back, with round pleat held in place by a ribbon belt tied at the side, rows of small Valenciennes adorn the front and the top of the sleeves; the balloon sleeve, very low on the shoulder, ends with a ribbon bracelet, double turn-down collar decorated with lace.

Matériaux: 10 mètres soie ou 5 mètres lainage, 20 mètres dentelle.

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(22.) Corsage Tannhaüser en lainage violet évêque, rentré flans la jupe, le devant avec col revers est croise de côté; il est ouvert du lia ut sur un plastron en pareil surmonté d’un col de velours, garniture de velours assorti. Manche d’une seule pièce avec revers velours.

Matériaux: 3 mètres de tissu, 1m,50 velours.

(22.) Tannhaüser bodice in purple bishop wool, tucked into the skirt, the front with lapel collar is crossed sideways; it is open from the lia ut on a bib in the same surmounted by a velvet collar, trimmed with matching velvet. One-piece sleeve with velvet cuff.

[hydrangeapartridge]

Spiderman Kiss (Pro Hitoshi Shinsou x reader)

Seeing Hitoshi hanging upside down like spiderman altered my brain chemistry, and I had to write a little something including the iconic spiderman kiss (from 2002... I'm getting old...).

So here it is! (under the cut).

It is a stand alone drabble but in my head it is set in the universe of my ProHero Shinsou x Cat Café owner reader fanfiction Chocolate Kisses and Catpuccinos. (So the characters are adults).

You cursed against your idiocy as you struggled to lock your shop. You had forgotten your gloves again this morning, and with your fingers numbed from the cold winter air, you couldn’t get the damn key in the small keyhole. You let out a frustrated groan when a gust of icy wind blew in your hair. You nuzzled deeper into the too big scarf around your neck, seeking its warmth, and the scent of its real owner. The scent of him, fresh and flowery. It gave you courage, and you finally succeeded in locking the damn door. You indulged into a little victory dance before stepping away from the door and heading to your bike. Unlocking it was difficult too with how cold your hands were. You started feeling frustrated. It was late and you were eager to be back in the warmth of your home.

You were struggling with the bike lock when you heard noises coming from the alley beside your shop. Curious, you left your bike to head there. For all you knew, you could find a stray cat in need of care. You loved cats. And so did he.

So you stepped into the dark alley. It was a bit narrow, barely enough for two people to fit in. Another noise caught your ears, and you yelped when a voice followed.

“Kitten”

Of course you recognized Hitoshi’s voice the second you heard it, and the jolt of fear that seized you gave way to a warm feeling of affection. You turned around, looking for your boyfriend; your hero. However, your eyes found no trace of him. You frowned, perplex. You were sure you heard him.

“Are you sure it’s safe to step into dark alleys alone like you just did?”

You turned around again, following his voice. And to your surprise, there he was, but upside down, hanging from the nearby building by clever twists and knots of his capture weapon. At first you recoiled in astonishment upon seeing him starring at you from this unusual position. With how narrow the street was, his face was mere inches from yours, his pretty violet eyes almost at the same level as your gaze. The mask he usually wore over his mouth was lowered around his neck, letting you see the whole expanse of his pale features.

“Hi!” You beamed at him, once the surprise gone, simply happy to see him. He was on patrol duty tonight, so you never hoped to see him before he came home.

“Hi” He lowly replied, a soft smile gracing his thin lips.

You admired his pretty features, simply getting lost in the unexpected joy to see him.

“Is there something on my face?” Hitoshi teased after a moment, and you shook your head, smiling even brighter if possible.

“No, just happy to see you” You honestly told him. “But what are you doing here?”

Hitoshi grinned, and rummaged through one of the many pockets of his uniform. He retrieved something before offering it to you in his opened palm.

“Here, you forgot them this morning” He said, just as your eyes fell onto the pair of wool gloves you usually wore when it was cold.

You carefully took them and put them on. Warmth instantly returned to your numb fingers, the feeling first weird, but then pleasant.

Your eyes met Hitoshi’s again, and you were sure that he could see in your eyes all the affection you had for him. How much you adored him.

“Thank you” You simply whispered, but words alone couldn’t express your deep gratitude.

In a rush of affection, you placed your now gloved hands on his cold cheeks. You barely had time to see surprise paint Hitoshi’s features before you closed your eyes and kissed him.

With the strange position you found yourself into, the kiss felt different. Hitoshi inhaled sharply through his nose when your lips pressed against his, but soon, his lips parted, accepting your kiss.

His lips moved against yours in an unusual dance. Kissing like that in public, so differently from your usual sleepy make-out sessions in the comfy couch in your apartment, made the whole situation thrilling. You were losing yourself in the excitement your hungry kissing brought, keeping Hitoshi’s face in place as he indulged you, his tongue caressing yours until your knees felt weak.

You boyfriend was on duty, and he should be going back to his patrol. You shouldn’t be distracting him like you were. There were more important things for him to do. You knew about that, but in that moment you really did not care.

The kiss went on until your lips felt swollen and your brain turned to mush. Was it because he was starting to feel as light-headed as you, especially while upside-down, or because he remembered his duty, but Hitoshi soon progressively toned down the kiss, placing one last tender peck on your lips before pulling away. He was always the reasonable one.

Your eyes fluttered opened, and you were met with the delicious sight of your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed, and his lips reddened. You had trouble calming your breathing, and you knew you would have even more trouble letting him go. But you had to. His job was important.

If you often felt selfish in your desire to keep him to yourself, Hitoshi was selfless, always putting the job he dreamed of first. But it was alright; you would be seeing him in the morning, as always, when he would be done helping those in need.

“I have to go” Your boyfriend apologetically whispered.

You nodded your head in understanding. You were glad he already went as far as bringing you your gloves.

“Be safe. My hero” You told him, leaving one last caress on his cheek.

[beansprean]

introducing Katya Zamolodchikova as Nancy the Relentless!!! a concept @vampireshmampire and i braindumped about like a year ago lmao. far before the rumors about Trixie Mattel being in s6 came out owo!

My Familiar’s Ghost part 80

Masterpost Masterpost 2

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Small panel, waist up of Nandor and Guillermo on a vague grayish-blue background. Nandor has one hand on his hip and the other pointing upwards as he leans toward Guillermo sternly and says 'Now I will show you how to call long distance.' Guillermo looks up at him, rubbing his arm awkwardly, still flushed from the previous page, and responds 'Ok...' 1b. Chest up of Nandor on a brighter blue background with his eyes closed in concentration, palms held up and out. He clears his throat and says, in a wispy bright blue speech bubble, 'I, Nandor the Relentless, am calling out to the etherrrr to inquire about available familiarsssss...' 1c. Shoulders up of Nandor and Guillermo lurching to one side in shock, Nandor's hands flying up, shoulder crashing into Guillermo's, as a glowing blue bubble suddenly shoves into their panel. Inside the bubble is a thin white vampire in drag with long white-blonde hair styled half up in a high ponytail by a sparkly red scrunchie. She is wearing a thin red dress with a black leather corset, a red-violet leopard fur capelet with gold coins dangling from the hem, a red jabot at her neck with a bat shaped gold brooch decorated with rubies, and shoulder length red gloves with ruby-encrusted gold caps shaped like claws on each finger. She lurches into frame with a huge, devious grin, shouting, 'Nandor, babygirl! Is that you?!' 1d. Repeat of Nandor and Guillermo standing side by side, Guillermo now having moved to stand slightly behind. Nandor slumps and scowls, already looking exhausted by this encounter, and greets poisonously 'Hello, Nancy the Relentless.' Guillermo frowns up at Nancy but stays quiet. From offscreen, Nancy coos, 'Heyy, mama! Still shopping in Turkish Cryptkeeper Kohls? I love that for you.' Nandor replies, irritated, 'This kaftan is not coal, it is made of wool from the sheeps of Al Q-' Nancy interrupts and asks, 'So, you're looking for a familiar?'

2a. Waist up of Nancy in her ether bubble, right arm crossed over her chest to rest on her left bicep, left hand reaching up to tap a jaunty claw on her cheek. She raises a brow and grins, tongue curling around one fang, and asks teasingly, 'Does that mean your scrumptious little slayer-boy is finally availableeee? 2b. Chest up of Nandor and Guillermo side by side. Glare fixed on Nancy, Nandor throws an arm out in front of Guillermo and shouts, 'No!! I have told you before, he is mine!' Guillermo startles, a green glow beginning to creep up behind him as goosebumps skitter up and down his shoulders. Nancy replies to Nandor, 'And your title is mine, Nandor the Plagiarist!' Nandor snaps back, 'I have been called Relentless since before you were born, Nancy the- the Pretender!' 2c. Repeat. Guillermo blushes and looks away, lips pursing as if attempting to whistle nonchalantly as his hand reaches up to grip the arm Nandor is holding in front of him and move it away from his body. Nandor's eyes flit over to him curiously, color rising to his cheeks. Nancy continues, 'Ooh, baby, you know how I feel about older men yelling at me. You should call more often.' 2d. Close up of Nandor in profile in the foreground, Nancy's bubble beyond. He glares at her and asks sharply, 'Do you know of any familiars looking for work or not?' Nancy, full body visible now as she perches on the edge of a table and leans back on one arm, legs crossed at the knee to reveal the high slit in her dress, fishnets, and thigh high black leather boots. She closes her eyes haughtily and stretches her free arm outward in a clearly rehearsed pose, replying, 'Well, gorgeous, effortless, beloved vampires usually receive applications directly...' 2e. Repeat. Nandor arches his eyebrows and turns his head away from Nancy toward the viewer, muttering, 'Then you must alert me if you find such a vampire.' Nancy wheezes with shocked laughter, kicking her legs wildly and flapping her arms, delighted rather than offended by the dig. Through her laughs, she declares, 'Read!!' 2f. Chest up of Nandor and Guillermo, the latter standing just behind and gripping the edge of Nandor's sleeve. Offscreen, Nancy recovers from her fit and says, 'Well, since I'm nice, I'll forward you a few. But- hello! Is that the slayer behind you? Did you turn him?! You bitch!! Guillermo, call m-!' Nandor scowls and interrupts, saying quickly, 'YesthankyouNancygoodbye.' He then flaps his hand in the air, dispersing Nancy's bubble and ending the call. Behind him, Guillermo frowns, flustered and blushing. 2g. Repeat. Nandor lowers his hand and glares where Nancy once appeared, sneering, 'Yeesh, why could you not have slain her?' Guillermo aims an unimpressed glance toward him, still purple in the cheeks. /end ID

[yidishuiwater]

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[tadpolesonalgae]

Piercings[*]

Poly!Batboys x reader

a/n: I realised you probably would have specified poly batboys if you wanted them all together rather than individually but I was feeling a little feral (and also a little tired, I’ll admit it) so I’ve written it as all of them together 🧡💛 — also we’re saying that with fae healing she only needed a week to be sorted and safe from infection

warning: piercings, slight nipple play, poly batboys

word count: 1,270

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Teeth tug at the interior of your lip as you walk into the sitting room, finding all three of them contained within the cozy chamber. 

Three sets of eyes raise when you enter, sensing you have something to say. You shift anxiously on your feet. “Hi…” you begin, toes curling in your socks, a spark of nerves glistening beneath your skin, pulse spiking in your throat—one they can almost certainly pick out. 

It’s Rhys who takes the lead as the closest to where you are, lowering his book and setting it down, open, over one arm of the sofa, Cassian watching intently from the other end, ankle crossed over his thigh. “You look…nervous,” Rhys muses, violet eyes gleaming with satisfaction when you shift, fingers clutching the hem of your thick, purple jumper. “Did something happen?” 

Your lips part to speak, but a rush of nerves has you second guessing yourself, averting your gaze to the floor, heart pounding. “I have…” Fuck, you’re nervous. You swallow. Look back at them. “I have something to tell you…?” 

Rhys’ lips tug upward at their corners, interest sparking in Cassian’s hazel eyes, a neutral but attentive expression from Azriel. You ease in a small breath—you know them; they won’t be angry with you. You just need to show them. It’s easy to admit you’re far more scared of the attention they’ll give you rather than potential disappointment. They’re feral enough if they so much as catch a glimpse of a new set of underwear they’ll be dragging you to their bedroom, pinning you to their mattress, so this…you swallow again. Maybe it was a stupid idea. But they’re going to find out eventually. It’s already been a week, after all. 

“Maybe it would be better if I showed you,” you mumble under your breath, fingers tugging at the deep purple wool, the knit stretching as you lift it to reveal the lacy white camisole underneath—sheer enough for the metal bars to be visible as they push against the soft, creamy fabric. 

Cassian’s book slips from his grip, thudding on the floor. Pages fluttering. 

You bite the interior of your lip, folding the jumper over your arm so your have something to do with your hands. “They’ve finished healing now…” You tell them, glancing down at the individual stitches that make up the purple knitwear, picking out how the yarn wraps around itself to form a repeating pattern. 

“Come here.” Rhys’s voice is deeper; rougher. Strained, as he calls you over. 

“Why…” you ask, a note of warning in your voice, raising a brow. This is exactly what you were worried about. “I’m only telling you so you know. They’re still—”

“That was an order, princess,” Azriel murmurs from the other sofa, tension underlying the rigidity of his wings, hazel eyes piercing in on you like you’re a rabbit that’s about to turn on her fluffy tail and frantically try to hop away. 

Half reluctantly, you step closer to Rhys’ side, fingers fiddling with the jumper to try and keep your nerves soothed. 

Violet eyes look up at you, and you force yourself to remain still as he grips your hip, a sure enough sign you won’t be leaving without their permission. “Is this why you’ve been hiding yourself from us?” He inquires, and you nod. “And you’re saying they’re healed now? Properly healed?” His thumb swipes across the bone of your hip, your every sense keyed to his touch. You feel like you could get lost in his eyes. So strangely hypnotising. Like they’re luring you in. 

His lips tug upward, and then you’re being tugged forward, landing perfectly in his lap under his guidance. You squeak, squirming beneath his touch, trying to shift out of his lap—you knew this would happen. “Rhys, hold on,” you try, gripping onto his wrists as his palms splay across your stomach leisurely, fingers crawling beneath the hem of your close-fitting camisole. “Wait, they’re…” 

“What?” Rhys drawls, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Tell us what they are, darling.” 

“…they’re sensitive.” 

The pads of his fingers stutter briefly over your skin, before his lips are curving into a grin. “How perfect.” 

“Rhys, please…” you murmur, trying to glance at him. 

“Please what?” 

“Be careful?” You request, shifting in his lap. Shaky fingers lightly wrapping around his wrist. 

He hums, attention flicking to his brothers. “Should we?” 

“Rhysand!” You exclaim, trying to turn to look at him, but his grip tightens on you punishingly, reminding you to keep still. 

“Try her out first,” Azriel muses, drawing your attention, hazel eyes boring into you—hot, hungry, and adoring. It gives you a little reassurance, at least. “You’re supposed to be on my side, Az,” you mumble, a little betrayed he isn’t advocating for your release. “When you’re wearing pretty things like that? I think not,” he drawls, a hint of affection in his expression. “Besides, you know very well you aren’t permitted to keep secrets from us.” 

“I wanted it to be a surprise…” you mumble, flushing. 

“I think it’s safe to say we’re surprised, sweetheart,” Cassian drawls, “but a secret is still a secret.” 

“Cass…” 

“Do you disagree?” 

You open your mouth to do just that, but instead a startled sound squeaks from your lips, Rhys’s fingers brushing lightly over the peaks of your nipples. You gasp, trying to grapple with him to get his hands away but you can hardly manage to make him budge as he circles your breasts through the thin fabric. 

“I didn’t want you to have to wait while knowing about them,” you try, cheeks heating as thoughts begin to melt away. “Wouldn’t it have been worse if I had told you?” 

“A rule is a rule, darling.” 

“But Rhys…Rhys!” You gasp as he pulls your top away entirely, and you can practically feel their attention on your breasts. The pretty bars adorning your nipples. 

“How sensitive are they?” Azriel asks, but it’s worryingly not directed at you. 

“Let’s see…” 

A panting moan spills suddenly from your lips, breaths fluttering as Rhys brings his thumbs to lightly drag across the sensitive peaks. You squirm in his lap, nonsensical pleas whispering from your mouth as you try to squeeze your legs together, heat simmering violently and you’re worried how severely they’ll exploit this for their advantage. 

“Pretty sensitive,” Cassian drawls, and you exhale deep breaths of relief when Rhys’ fingers cease their stimulation, already practically trembling in his lap. “I suppose I can see why she wanted to keep these secret, knowing us,” he remarks, your lower lip wobbling at the comment. He grins, and your hairs rise. 

“I have different ones,” you say, trying to halt Rhys’s fingers, trying to figure a way out of his hold. “I got ones with different colours…let me show you.” Rhys laughs beside your ear, breath fanning down the side of your throat, making you shiver. “Darling, that won’t work. You’re staying with us until we decide you’ve had enough.” 

“But that can take hours…” 

“And it’ll take days if you don’t stop whining,” he counters, grazing his thumb across your nipple. “I’m sure between the three of us, we could make it last much longer.”

You squeak as shadows wrap around your ankles, wrapping around your calf, up your knee, lacing around your thighs, pulling them further apart. 

“And if we have to correct your behaviour one more time…” Azriel warns, your skin prickling at the low, raspy tone. Toes curling. Shadows creeping higher.

He doesn’t have to finish that sentence for you to understand the meaning. 

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[roboticchibitan]

Pulled these out of the oven this morning and rinsed them and took down notes about saturation, dye bath exhaustion, etc.

The dye baths after removing the yarn. Only the blacklight blue fully exhausted but I was dyeing everything at 1% dye powder by weight (dyeing a 10g skein with 0.1g dye powder) and I've dyed blacklight blue at 3% dye powder by weight and had it exhaust so that wasn't a surprise. Everything else had a mild tint left but that's fine.

The rinsed skeins! Vivid violet did not saturate and dyed unevenly so at some point I'm going to overdye it with another 1% dye powder and see if that's enough. Blacklight blue is a lot lighter irl (it does glow under a blacklight) and florescent orange is a little less red irl but I am working with an old phone so my camera struggles with certain colors.

Overall? I LOVE them. Eye searing yarn my beloved. At some point I'm going to dye some wool/Angora yarn I have in all these colors (and also hot fuchsia) and make myself a poncho!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This is the Greatest Show.

When a fox and cat make their way, uninvited, into a bird’s nest.

Be Honest with Me.

“Good morning, Miss Raven!”

She followed the jolly greeting to a fruit stand manned by a rosy-cheeked man. Raven approached, lifting the corner of her skirt in a curtsey. It was routine, this exchange—yet it filled her with a gentle warmth all the same.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Running errands for your uncle again?” the fruit seller asked.

“It’s a leisure trip today. I just picked up a new book and thought to stop by for a snack to go with it.” Raven pointed to a pyramid of shiny red apples. “May I take one of those?”

“Good choice. They’re in season!” He tipped his cap, as if paying his respects to autumn.

Fall had settled onto Sage’s Island as comfortably as a wool cloak in the cold. The vibrant hues of summer had dulled to earthy ones, tempered by a new chill, the days shortening as darkness extended. Fruit ripening with the last vestiges of sunshine, perfuming the salt-slicked air with harvest.

The local birds, Raven noted, had also sensed the shifting of seasons and adapted accordingly. Crows growing fat from plentiful crops, ducks disappearing further south in preparation for the snow and frost to come. Lately, she too had been tucking into her feathers to stay toasty.

“Give the headmaster my regards,” the fruit seller said as he handed an apple over in exchange for some change.

“I’ll do just that.”

Raven bid him farewell and quickly made her way down the street, apple in one hand and book in the other. It had come with on a strong recommendation from the local librarian, along with rave reviews online. The premise, a boy who never wanted to grow up.

Her heart raced. She lacked the patience to wait until she was seated at the bus stop to begin reading. Sticking the volume in her face, she opened to the prologue, eager to devour it.

Second star to the right and straight on till morning…

Raven managed about one and a half sentences before the consequences of her actions hit her. Literally, in fact.

SMACK!

She collided with another body and flew back onto her bum. Her apple, book, and hat landed on the sidewalk. Raven barely had a second to mourn the freshly bruised fruit and the damaged cover—she was yanked up and frantically dusted off.

“Whoa there, little lady! What a tumble you took. Please, allow me,” blared a cheery, simpering man’s voice. It drifted in on a long violet coat that smelled of many things: carnival foods (popcorn, cotton candy, and sugar-dusted funnel cakes) but also cigarettes and booze, all (poorly) concealed under a cloud of cheap cologne.

Raven caught a glimpse of his wolfish grin before her vision was obscured by her hat—returned to her at a skewed angle which covered her eyes. When she set it properly, she looked again. The man, a ginger fox in patchwork pants, spats, and a top hat of his own, had plucked up her items. He was now flipping the book open sideways and upside down as he took a generous bite of the apple.

“Well, well!” he chuckled, a line of juice casually dribbling down his chin, “You’re quite the scholar, I see.”

“W-Wait one moment, those are mine,” Raven began to protest. She was cut off by a pat on her waist, eliciting a yelp.

Snapping her head back, she found a young cat beastman in oversized, ramshackle clothing. He flashed an innocent, sheepish smile—as though he had not been fumbling around for access to any pockets earlier.

“Take a look, Giddie.” Her book was thrusted at the boy. “You ever heard of a word as long as…” The man paused, squinting hard at the pages. “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?”

He shook his head. A strong “no”.

The man laughed. Crunch, crunch. The apple caught between his pointed teeth appeared less like fruit and more like skin and flesh.

A fast-talking fox beastman accompanied by a silent, slightly dopey cat beastman… Where have I seen this sketchy duo before?

Another curl of sugar and smoke at her nose, and it clicked.

“Y-You’re…?!” Raven jolted back from the two. The hairs on the back of her head stood up, feathers puffing in alarm. “Wh-What are you… Wh-Why are you…”

“Oh me, oh my! Do my eyes deceive me? Why if it isn’t the little lady from Night Raven College!” Fellow Honest cried, feigned ignorance in his exaggerated reaction. “What a coincidence it is to run into you again.”

He bent into a theatrically deep bow. Gidel clumsily mimicked him.

“Coincidence you say… It’s bad to lie. An adult should know better.”

“What’s a little white lie or two, right? We all do it.”

He had shaved the apple down into a thin column and its seeds, which he deposited in Raven’s waiting open palm. She frowned. He was still holding her book out of reach.

“I think this one’s rotten to the core,” Raven remarked in a flat tone. The apple dangled precariously from its stem, held between two gloved fingers.

“Let’s hope not! Getting ill on the road wouldn’t be very fun, would it?” Fellow winked, giving the twirl of his cane—and she would be lying to herself if she said it wasn’t hypnotic.

No, no. Don’t fall for that trick again, Raven scolded herself. It’s his unique magic influencing you, making you more susceptible to being convinced.

She hastily waved away the faint sparkle of magic around her. The corners of Fellow’s mouth twitched, but refused to commit to faltering.

“… So you confess to lying. Do you have anything else you’d like to admit?” Raven folded her arms. “I thought you a coward, but clearly not if you have the confidence to show your faces in broad daylight while you’re on the run.”

“Now, now! Always so quick to get down to business,” Fellow tutted, wagging a finger. “We should cherish destined reunions such as this!!”

Gidel nodded eagerly.

She tensed at their bright eyes. Scavenger to scavenger, Raven recognized the look. They want something from me.

“Destined for whom, exactly? For you?”

Fellow gasped. “Who, me? Perish the thought! It’s mutual, my friend.”

Friend?

“… My book,” Raven demanded curtly, extending her other hand. “I really must be going. I haven’t the time to converse with wanted criminals.”

“‘Wanted criminals’ is so harsh! We’re reborn men, cut off from our… former employer,” Fellow said lightly. He produced a tattered handkerchief from his pocket and drew it over himself like a shawl, batting his eyes demurely at Raven. “I realize I’ve received the odd complaint, but on the whole I’ve been a saint! We’ve pure of soul, I tell you!”

Raven raised an eyebrow.

Fellow continued.

Dramatically.

“But alas!! Cruel fate has dealt us a nasty hand,” he lamented, grasping Gidel by the shoulder and drawing him close. “The weather grows cooler and food scarce… Poor Giddie goes to bed shivering upon a cold floor, his stomach growling for a feeling of fullness…”

Gidel loudly sniffled, clinging to Fellow as his small form wobbled.

“Soon winter will arrive and we will have nothing but the clothes on our backs as we dodge pursuit! You can only imagine how difficult it is.” Fellow wiped away an invisible tear. “Oh, if only some benefactor would be so kind as to offer us a place to rest our weary spirits!”

Ah, so that’s it.

“You want to stay at Night Raven College.”

He nearly leapt at the mention. “Well, if you’re offering…!!”

“I am not,” Raven clarified. “You cannot just… just… waltz in! Night Raven College’s barrier makes it so that the campus is open only to select visitors and to the public during certain times of year.

“Which makes it the perfect location to lay low for a spell,” Fellow butted in. “Not to mention you oh-so-talented and strong mages being near… It puts me at ease! In fact, if I may say so, have your arms gotten bigger since our last encounter?”

Raven cautiously backed up.

So he plans to use us as meat shields in case of emergency. His brown-nosing is unmatched…

“The answer is still no. I’m not at liberty to invite guests to Uncle’s domain. Besides, where would you even stay and keep your things? For how long? Who will keep an eye on you?” Raven groaned. “There are too many factors to consider, even barring your shady record. Think about the students and staff who could be put in danger because of the company your presence attracts.”

To her dismay, he was not deterred in the slightest.

“Surely you must have some sway and pull over the headmaster! A charming little lady like you could have the whole world wrapped around her finger with a single smile. All you would need to do is say the word.

“And with a heart as big as yours? Why, I sense that you’d be so generous as to share your own living space with travelers down on their luck. Not forever, I assure you! Only long enough to allow us to get a bearing for ourselves, stockpile supplies, and prepare for the upcoming winter. You won’t even notice us, we’ll make ourselves scarce. How about it?”

“Bold of you to assume I’d take you on as guests in the first place!!” Raven snapped. When she saw Gidel balk, guilt washed over her.

A mistake.

Fellow spotted the opportunity—a moment of weakness—and pounced on it.

“A shame, but I understand your reluctance. I won’t press any further.” Fellow delivered a harsh slap to Gidel’s back with the flat of her stolen book, making the boy hunch over. “Poor Giddie! Another night of the usual for us then. Stale bread and canned beans, old newspapers for a blanket, a house made of cardboard and crayon, broken hopes and dreams…”

They strolled past Raven, but only took a few steps before Fellow paused and glanced over his shoulder to check if she had been watching. Their gazes awkwardly met for a second. He tore his away and, prodding Gidel with the butt of his cane, whispered the command to keep pretending to walk away. Head down, shoulders slumped.

“Oh, woe is me!!” Fellow wailed. Gidel followed his lead and rubbed at his eyes, faking a sob. “Woe, woooooe!!”

Don’t listen to him, he’s obviously playing it up!

Raven tried to turn away, tried to be staunch in her belief in that line. Another voice rose to counter it.

… But if he isn’t?

A distant memory resurfaced, lazily bobbing up and down in the lake of her mind. There was a little black bird braving the wind and the snow and the hail… until, one day, warm hands cupped it and gave it a place to call home.

She hesitated.

I’m really going to regret this, aren’t I?

“… Only until you get back onto your feet,” Raven said slowly. “That’s it.”

Fellow and Gidel immediately went whipped around. It was as though fireworks had been set off behind their skin, lighting them with joy from within.

“Didja hear that, Giddie?! We’re golden!!”

Gidel could scarcely nod before Fellow had dropped his book and whisked him up. He spun the boy in an excited circle, letting Gidel’s oversized sleeves fly like trailing ribbons.

Raven shook her head as she crouched to, at last, save her novel. (It was badly beaten up by now.) She gingerly dusted off the jacket—but there was no correcting the dents in it.

Raven eyed Fellow and Gidel, still locked in a giddy jig.

Desperate a few moments ago and gleeful now… She shook her head. Fellow-san is full of surprises. Sometimes he behaves like a big child. Let’s hope he doesn’t cause as much trouble as a child would.

Now all she had to worry about was explaining to her uncle how she had come home with a stray fox and cat in tow.