#and I don't actually know if that's a fabric cutter

[vinceaddams]

Any tips on learning to make buttonholes? I've been putting it off for.... *checks notes* like three years.... but better late than never and all that. I don't have any fancy machines so I gotta do it by hand but that seems right up your alley.

Thanks!

It IS up my alley, yes, I do most of my buttonholes by hand!

I'm actually part way through filming an 18th century buttonhole tutorial, but I expect it'll be a few more weeks before I finish that and put it on the youtubes, so in the meantime here's the very very short version. (The long version is looking like it'll probably be about 40 minutes maybe, judging by how much script I've written compared to my last video?)

Mark your line, a bit longer than your button is wide. I usually use a graphite mechanical pencil on light fabrics, and a light coloured pencil crayon on dark ones. (I have fabric pencils too, but they're much softer and leave a thicker line.) You may want to baste the layers together around all the marked buttonholes if you're working on something big and the layers are shifty and slippery. I'm not basting here because this is just a pants placket.

Do a little running stitch (or perhaps a running backstitch) in fine thread around the line at the width you want the finished buttonhole to be. This holds the layers of fabric together and acts as a nice little guide for when you do the buttonhole stitches.

Cut along the marked line using a buttonhole cutter, or a woodworking chisel. Glossy magazines are the best surface to put underneath your work as you push down, and you can give it a little tap with a rubber mallet if it's not going through all the way.

I'm aware that there are some people who cut their buttonholes open using seam rippers, and if any of them are reading this please know that that is abhorrent behaviour and I need you to stop it immediately. Stop it.

Go get a buttonhole cutter for 10 bucks and your life will be better for it. Or go to the nearest hardware store and get a little woodworking chisel. This includes machine buttonholes, use the buttonhole cutter on them too. If you continue to cut open buttonholes with a seam ripper after reading this you are personally responsible for at least 3 of the grey hairs on my head.

Do a whipstitch around the cut edges, to help prevent fraying while you work and to keep all those threads out of the way. (For my everyday shirts I usually do a machine buttonhole instead of this step, and then just hand stitch over it, because it's a bit faster and a lot sturdier on the thin fabrics.)

I like to mark out my button locations at this point, because I can mark them through the holes without the buttonhole stitches getting in the way.

For the actual buttonhole stitches it's really nice if you have silk buttonhole twist, but I usually use those little balls of DMC cotton pearl/perle because it's cheap and a good weight. NOT stranded embroidery floss, no separate strands! It's got to be one smooth twisted thing!

Here's a comparison pic between silk buttonhole twist (left) and cotton pearl (right). Both can make nice looking buttonholes, but the silk is a bit nicer to work with and the knots line up more smoothly.

I've actually only used the silk for one garment ever, but am going to try to do it more often on my nicer things. I find the cotton holds up well enough to daily wear though, despite being not ideal. The buttonholes are never the first part of my garments to wear out.

I cut a piece of about one arm's length more or less, depending on the size of buttonhole. For any hole longer than about 4cm I use 2 threads, one to do each side, because the end gets very frayed and scruffy by the time you've put it through the fabric that many times.

I wax about 2cm of the tip (Not the entire thread. I wax the outlining/overcasting thread but not the buttonhole thread itself.) to make it stick in the fabric better when I start off the thread. I don't tend to tie it, I just do a couple of stabstitches or backstitches and it holds well. (I'm generally very thorough with tying off my threads when it comes to hand sewing, but a buttonhole is basically a long row of knots, so it's pretty sturdy.)

Put the needle through underneath, with the tip coming up right along that little outline you sewed earlier. And I personally like to take the ends that are already in my hand and wrap them around the tip of the needle like so, but a lot of people loop the other end up around the other way, so here's a link to a buttonhole video with that method. Try both and see which one you prefer, the resulting knot is the same either way.

Sometimes I can pull the thread from the end near the needle and have the stitch look nice, but often I grab it closer to the base and give it a little wiggle to nestle it into place. This is more necessary with the cotton than it is with the silk.

The knot should be on top of the cut edge of the fabric, not in front of it.

You can put your stitches further apart than I do if you want, they'll still work if they've got little gaps in between them.

Keep going up that edge and when you get to the end you can either flip immediately to the other side and start back down again, or you can do a bar tack. (You can also fan out the stitches around the end if you want, but I don't like to anymore because I think the rectangular ends look nicer.)

Here's a bar tack vs. no bar tack sample. They just make it look more sharp, and they reinforce the ends.

For a bar tack do a few long stitches across the entire end.

And then do buttonhole stitches on top of those long stitches. I also like to snag a tiny bit of the fabric underneath.

Then stick the needle down into the fabric right where you ended that last stitch on the corner of the bar tack, so you don't pull that corner out of shape, and then just go back to making buttonhole stitches down the other side.

Then do the second bar tack once you get back to the end.

To finish off my thread I make it sticky with a bit more beeswax, waxing it as close to the fabric as I can get, and then bring it through to the back and pull it underneath the stitches down one side and trim it off.

In my experience it stays put perfectly well this way without tying it off.

Voila! An beautiful buttonholes!

If you want keyhole ones you can clip or punch a little rounded bit at one end of the cut and fan your stitches out around that and only do the bar tack at one end, like I did on my 1830's dressing gown.

(I won't do that style in my video though, because they're not 18th century.)

Do samples before doing them on a garment! Do as many practice ones as you need to, it takes a while for them to get good! Mine did not look this nice 10 years ago.

Your first one will probably look pretty bad, but your hundredth will be much better!

Edit: Video finished!

And here's the blog post, which is mostly a slightly longer version of this post.

#ask #buttonholes #sewing #hand sewing #sewing tutorial #I've been procrastinating on the video this week #I want it done! I don't want to work on it I want new projects! I want to cut out more gloves! #currently forcing myself to do the last few buttonholes on these pants and then maybe I can cut out new gloves? as a treat? #but I hope I get some filming done tomorrow too

[naddiesflower]

Flirting with them as a hero

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Kai Chisaki, Mr. Compress

Shigaraki

You wouldn’t see each other often when you’d go out on patrols

But oh boy, when you did

Poor shigaraki bro

To a person who didn’t know either of you, it would like you are the one harassing shigaraki

“Can’t you go do hero stuff somewhere else?”

“I could, but i wouldn’t be able to see you.”

Scratches his neck more often in your presence because, “they make me feel nasty inside”

SHIGARAKI DISCOVERS AFFECTION FOR THE FIRST TIME NOT CLICKBAIT

It’s obvious you can’t see what he looks like under the hand he wears

And Shigaraki has curiously inquired a couple of times why you’re so flirty if you don’t know what he even looks like

Like clock work you always answer:

“Well i think you probably look cute under that hand.”

And cue Shigaraki trying to escape from you claiming that

“You’re weird and annoying.”

You’re one of the few heroes who come across Shigaraki so often

Its because he finds you so interesting and he semi-memorized your patrol schedule to bump into you more often 

HE HAS YOUR ENTIRE SCHEDULE MEMORIZED DON’T BELIEVE HIM HE’S A STALKER

Anyways, during one of your guys fight you somehow manage to knock the hand off his face and-

Oh wow

And he has a mole right by his mouth?? 

Omg how does he look good with a bloody nose

You recover from your short trance

“Looks like i was right about you being cute.”

You’re so glad you were able to knock off that bothersome hand off his face or else you would have never seen his reddening cheeks

You reach for a part on your hero suit and rip off a piece of fabric

You reach towards his face, Shigaraki surprisingly doesnt pull away from you, and wipe at his bleeding nose

Shigaraki only stares at you starstruck during this

After you deem your work satisfactory you toss the fabric to the floor and stand up and walk away 

You call out to Shigaraki

“That was a cute look on your face back there.”

Shigaraki just watches you walk away and out of the abandoned warehouse you guys were fighting in

Eventually he also walks away but not before picking up the discarded piece of your hero outfit, making sure he kept his pinky far away from the fabric

Dabi

Likes you cuz you’re not the cookie cutter type of hero and you’re actually fun

“A hot guy with a fire quirk, i don’t think it’s mere coincidence.”

You catch him off guard so hard 

He thought you would be an uptight kind of hero

The last thing he ever expected from you was to flirt with him

“You seem fun.”

And you did end up being fun

From then on the both of you would bump into each other more frequently

Dabi concluded that the more buildings he burned down, the more you would show up 🤭

“Why is it that your always on my tail?”

“Well maybe it’s because i want to see your face more often…also because you keep committing arson.”

Another thought that came to you is that fire really did suit Dabi

You would never admit out loud, but he did make chaos look like such a beautiful thing

“Hey what do you say, when i finally send you to the cellar how about we have a jailhouse date?”

“It’s a shame you’re a hero or else i would take you up on your offer”

Over time you’ve come to notice his disdain for heroes

Yeah villains normally hate heroes, but something was different about his hatred

But even with your position as a hero, Dabi was fond of you despite objecting this himself

“Join us, i’m sure we could offer you more than those crappy hero agencies.”

You pause and Dabi thinks for a second you might really consider his offer

But you murmur something he barely catches

“Maybe at an earlier point of my life i would have.”

You don't give him a chance to ponder on your statement before you’re charging to fight him

Something about that last encounter shifted something in yalls situationship

This was very evident when you had bumped into him in the most unexpected way

You were off duty and was walking down an abandoned alley way (because that’s totally normal)

But the sound of pained groans catch your attention and you snap quickly into hero mode, looking for what you assumed to be an injured samaritan

the injured part you guessed correctly

the Samaritan part not so much 

you stare at the bloodied form of Dabi huddled next to a garbage bin

Dabi finally takes notice of your presence and he immediately starts trying to burn you

"HEY! look im not going to hurt you!"

you bring your hands up in a surrender motion

Dabi only stops when he's aware that you're out of your hero uniform 

but he's still wary as he sneers at you

"You here to take advantage of me? finally put me behind bars like you wanted?"

"Shut up and let me help you asshole"

Dabi has no choice in the matter as you're already tending to his wounds

and quite frankly he's too tired to fight you

he stares at you and he can't help but think how much more attractive you looked up close 

and how stupid you were

You could have taken advantage of him in his weak time

But you’re here helping him

a villain

“Your kindness will be your downfall you know?”

“It is my job you know.”

when you're done you stand up with a huff and look like you want to say something but settle with

"go to a real doctor and get that thoroughly checked out."

Dabi watches you walk away and thinks

In another time maybe the both of you could have been partners in crime

Chisaki

Absolutely despises you at first

He’s never seen a hero like you before (derogatory)

The first time you both met was during an undercover mission you were assigned to

Acting as a villain trying to work under Kai

You lead him down the alley way

“Sorry we had to meet in this dingy place, i’ve heard how much you despise dirty places.”

He’s almost impressed that you’d consider his ick

Almost, so the most he offers you is an acknowledging grunt

“It’s not the worst i’ve seen.”

And it truly isn’t

Just when he thinks people can’t any nastier they just somehow do

“Alright so what do you say about my proposition?”

Kai feigns thinking

He already knew who you were

And he thought you an idiot for trying to take him on your own

“I think you’re foolish.”

You hear your hero name being called through the earpiece you have

“You need to retreat right now!”

Thankfully your reflexes are fast or else you’d be reduced to nothing

You look up to where you were once standing and catch Kai’s eyes

They catch you off guard so hard you can barely hear the yelling in your ear piece

You just blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind

“Kai you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.”

“Another word and i’ll make you disappear”

“Not even when it’s singing your praises?”

“Sing them in the afterlife.”

Kai was never able to disintegrate you

And you got away mostly unscathed

You also got a serious tongue lashing from your company, but it’s whatever 🙄

His eyes still on your mind when you go to sleep that night

Kai’s mind is also plagued by that night 

He can’t stop thinking how idiotic you were

But his mind keeps replaying the compliment you said

He’s not great at feelings, but even he could feel the sincerity that oozed from your voice

He doesn't have to imagine about you often though

Because somehow you’re always able to sneak your way inside the hideout

He theorizes it has something to do with your quirk, since it was never explicitly stated to the public what it was

Which leads to a kind of back and forth between you guys

You usually sneak in to gather intel

But you mostly do it because you like to mess with Kai

You’ll never forget the time you had managed to get into his office

Which you weren’t aware of at the time until he walked, wide eyed upon seeing you

He’s not surprised to see you, only disappointed

Mostly in his men for letting you get past them

“What are you doing in my office?”

“Oh wow, no bird mask-? Wait, this is your office?”

You say as you spin around in his chair, you had just entered into the first room that you came across

A sly smile crosses your face

“I guess you could say it’s fate that we cross each other like this huh?”

At this point he’s used to your sugary words, but he can’t help the way his cheeks heat up, thankful for the mask he’s wearing right now

He doesn’t know why, but he feels like entertaining your shenanigans 

He walks over to his swivel chair and he can see the way you look at him

With apprehension, but mostly curiosity

He grabs the back of the chair, spins you to face him, and places both of his hands on the arms of the chair

Kai leans in, getting close to your face and manages the most sultry voice he can manage

“Fate? Or is it because you like me so much?”

He notices your expression start to change

And he’s so sure you’re going to be a flustered mess

What he doesn’t expect you do to is to hit him on the chest, effectively pushing him back, and start laughing

“What’s so funny?”

“Hahaha! No nothing- what you did was just cute.”

Honestly what he did made your heart race

And the way he looked at you omg-

Your laughing was out of nervousness, but he didn’t need to know that

Kai glares at you and huff, “get out of my office.”

Finally calming down, you stand up from the chair

“Yeah yeah, i need to get going anyways.”

You walk up to Kai and pull down his black face mask

Kai’s eyes widen and he flinches back the slightest

This causes you you smile a little bit and you lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek

“I knew you would be handsome under that mask.”

With that you walk away from him and out the door all nonchalant

Kai stares at your form the entire way

He would have liked to meet you under different circumstances, but he knows that could never happen

And it never did

He’s apprehended not too long later and you knew it would eventually happen

But that still doesn’t stop the ache in your heart when you find out

Compress

Will flirt back

“Oh you’re fun, you probably wear that mask to keep people from falling in love with you right?”

He immediately matches your energy

“Then should I take it off so you can do just that my dear?”

Compress usually has fun fighting against heroes, but not as much as he does with you

You’re like a breath of fresh air compared to the usually serious heroes he comes across

He looks forward to bumping in to you 

Him flirting back with you was an absolute surprise

It’s not that you flirt with every villain you fight, you had just assumed he would be some being filled to the brim with anger and rage

And you wanted to provoke him

Well he wasn’t one bit provoked and for once you had fun fighting

You both see each other a handful of times afterwards

But one of the meetings had stuck by your mind among the rest

You bump into compress during patrol

But this time he's not alone

He’s with a young blonde girl

You would have immediately thought the worst and jumped into fighting him if you hadn’t already been aware of the kid’s description in the League of Villains files

You can’t help but feel sad about her situation, society failing her and making her turn to unethical means to survive

You’d be sympathazing with her in your mind had she not interrupted your thoughts

And what she says catches you severely off guard

“Is that the hero you have a crush on compress? They’re so cute!”

Not once did her ever say he had a crush on you (though that doesn’t mean it wasn’t true)

He just mentioned your encounters off handedly to the group and it somehow led to Himiko gushing over one of your fansites whilst smacking his arms and saying, “look, look!”

Compress is half expecting you to be disgusted

“Is that so?” You look over to Compress and and raise an eyebrow

“Have you already fallen for me so quickly, though I can’t really blame you.”

You playfully flutter your eyelashes at him

“It would be hard not to fall for you my dear”

Himiko is squealing about how cute the entire thing is and Compress just can’t help but laugh

You begin to walk in their direction and pat Compresses’ shoulder

“Don’t make me work extra tonight.”

They weren’t doing anything yet, so you’d let them be

Before you walk away, Compress pulls a rose from one of his sleeves and hands it to you

You take it from him with a smile and walk away from the pair

Eventually you notice he’s gone for a while 

You would understand if he was making himself scarce from other heroes, but it’s like he straight up disappears

IT’S BECAUSE MANS IS MISSING A LIMB

And you’re secretly kind of sad about it

But he was a villain and him disappearing should have never surprised you

But one day you spot him, funnily enough where you both met each other

You thought you might have been hallucinating because you had come to accept that he kicked the bucket

The first thing you notice is his left robotic arm

Concern flashes across your face, that surely had to have been the reason for his absence

Villains also had their own enemies, so you’re 100% it wasn’t some freak accident and someone did this to him 

You want to ask him if he’s okay, joke about it but the only thing that comes out of you is

“Who was it?

He looks at you questioningly, you’re usually so playful with him, but he likes seeing this new side of you

“Worrying over a villain my dear? I must say that’s not a very wise thing to do.”

That’s right, as much as you wanted to worry about him, your job wouldn’t allow that freedom

“I was only wondering who got to the mighty Mr. Compress before I could.”

Compress huffs out a laugh and walks towards you until he’s right in front of you

He takes of his mask

Your breath hitches, not expecting him to ever do such a thing

And then he removes the black fabric from his face

You’re too busy admiring how handsome he is to even notice him reaching for your hand and grabbing it

“Please,” he raises your hand and places a kiss to the back of it. 

“Call me Sako.”

You repeat his name, making sure to look into his eyes the entire time

You knew nothing could bloom between you two, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep playing this dangerous game

#mha x you #bnha x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha headcannons #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki imagine #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi scenarios #dabi imagine #dabi headcanons #kai chisaki #chisaki x y/n #chisaki x reader #chisaki overhaul #mr compress #mr. compress x reader #mr. compress x you #leauge of villians

[catilinas]

hi!! i was just wondering if you have any tips/a pattern/instructions for making a patchwork quilt like the gorgeous one you posted a little while ago. i have been hoping to get into quilting but the beginner patterns tend not to just be a good ol' set of squares, which is all i really want to do.

hi!!! i am probably not the best person to ask because i a) have only ever actually fully finished one (1) quilt and b) learnt everything i know from pinterest tutorials. and also im making up all the patterns as i go. the one i posted this afternoon IS just a bunch of squares! you can literally just start sewing squares together. however!!! some things i wish i knew when i first first started quilting are like.

get a quarter inch foot with a guide for your sewing machine it is soooo worth it

if you are lazy / overwhelmed by Choice regarding fabric / don't have space to cut fabric / are scared of the rotary cutter (me) you can just get precut squares. charm packs are my best friend

if you want a slightly more structured pattern but also just want to be sewing squares together alternate patterned and plain fabric in a chequerboard pattern. it's low effort but it looks cool :-)

variation on that: the quilt i posted a pic of this afternoon uses all patterned fabric but alternates dark with light blue so it's sliiightly less visually All Over The Place. although chaos is fun too

learn chain piecing it saves you one billion years <- guy who made his first quilt top without chain piecing and suffered and died

you CAN bullshit via pinterest / youtube tutorials and succeed. like i have just looked up every individual step and hoped for the best. and it worked!

#this is not full instructions because like. i do not have those. they are out there. there are grandmothers on youtube and they will tell #you everything you need to know #I DO WISH I KNEW ABOUT CHAIN PIECING FROM THE START THOUGH OH MY GOD #quiltposting #beeps

[tobiasdrake]

Time to start up the sixth chapter, Chapter 4!

By process of elimination, I get to hang out with Vivia this time around. Who might be planning to slit my throat with a box cutter. Which. I mean. I have murdered quite a lot of people, so fair's fair. I'm not gonna fault him that.

I'm so excited!

Last we saw these characters, Kurumi was dragging Yuma away to "investigate". Nice to see Halara realized someone should go chaperone those two kids and make sure they stay on-task.

Or Yakou had a moment to sit down and go, "Wait, did I just assign Yuma-supervision duties to the rando? She might actually be an enabing influence. Halara, please fix my terrible mistake."

(She is, in fact, an enabling influence.)

My money's still on Dohya District. I think they flooded Dohya on purpose to disguise the entrance to their secret lab. Creating a place that would be supremely difficult to access. Or, at least, it would be for anyone who did not own a submarine.

Is this seriously our plan? Just walk around the city knocking on doors and going, "Hi, is this a secret lab? No? Okay, have a nice day."

Halara's offering this up as evidence that the secret lab must exist. If it wasn't real, why would they be trying so hard to hide it from us?

But. Like. Disgruntled ex-Amaterasu staff launched a terrorist attack against the city, like, yesterday - and Yomi got blue-balled over it in the middle of his big "taking down the terrorists" moment.

There are reasons why Yomi might be going on a law-and-order purge of disgruntled ex-Amaterasu staff right now other than "He wants to keep us from finding the secret lab." Does he even know that we know about the lab? That's not something anyone ever told us; Vivia happened to overhear it while using whatever remote-viewing or bird's-eye Forte he has.

Yomi doesn't have much reason to suddenly panic and go, "Oh shit, the Master Detectives are gonna find the secret lab!'' and then start activating extreme-measures contingencies like Halara's implying.

Well. Unless the new sub's bugged like Halara suggested. Hmm.

You fucking poser. I know you're only saying that to look cool. I know that because you do all kinds of flashy shit, most of which involves beating cops within an inch of their life and occasionally drowning them in the river.

Which, by the way, is extremely cool. You set out every morning to look as badass as humanly possible, and you succeed. I would tip my hat to you but it's a floofy piece of fabric that doesn't tip.

I do not, as a matter of fact. However, before you continue, I will say that a restricted area is where I would most expect a secret facility to be. Of any kind. That seems like the logical location. Why have we been knocking on doors in Kamasaki all morning if a place called "The Restricted Area" exists?

Waste of my fucking morning. Y'all owe me a breakfast burrito KANAI WARD SIGNATURE MEAT BUN.

You have a lot of courage and spirit, Kurumi. And an impressive ability to dodge cops. But your judgment needs work. Holy shit.

Why are you only bringing this up now? How long have you been sitting on this? You have not been a very good informant, Kurumi.

"They're doing strange experiments on homunculi somewhere in the city but no one knows where or what or how. We need to learn more."

"I mean, there's a forbidden zone that no one is ever, ever allowed to enter but the corpses of the dead are allegedly being trucked in there for mysterious reasons. Weird, huh? Anyways, no idea about those homunculi. I'll see if I can find anything out."

This is something you should have told me about on the rooftop, when you were first telling me that homunculi are a thing. I'm super mad at you right now. We could have all been choking to death from toxic gas days ago.

SHAME ON YOU. Not one minute ago you were saying

And now that we have a lead, you're like, "Mm, nope, sounds fake." You don't even follow your own advice; You just say things to look cool, you fucking poser.

Yeah, that's right, I caught you posing.

I don't know if I trust you to handle this yourself anymore. Maybe you should take Kurumi with you. She's bad at making logical connections but she has an open mind, so you two can cover each other's shortcomings.

I mean. Yeah. Despite everything, they truly are.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #halara nightmare

[kilojulietsierra]

Slow Ride - Chapter Three (Hangman x OFC)

Another 18+ ish chapter and the second to last chapter at that! Let me know what y'all think!

Chapter One - Chapter Two

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Sadie tried not to feel awkward as she handed Jake her ID for the gatehouse guards so he could bring her on base. She also did her best to ignore the look on his face when she had it out and ready for him before he could even explain to her the process.

Jake wasn't having it though and as he pulled through the gate and handed her license back he held onto it tightly, "Okay, time to explain."

She gave her ID another tug, then another harder one, finally freeing it from his grip. "Explain what?"

He gave her a first class sideye and and dry chuckle, "Sweetheart, I might talk slow but I ain't stupid." When she rolled her eyes but did not respond he elaborated. "That first night at the bar you made a comment that you weren't supposed to touch me… I thought it was a little odd but paid it no mind. Then, that night at your place," Jake signaled to turn manuvering his way through the maze of cookie cutter base housing, "You hung my uniform on a hanger before we went to bed."

Again he signaled, this time glancing at her in the process. "And now, you're apparently very aware of the procedure for civilians coming on and off base…" He had pulled his truck up in front of a long row a single story duplexes and put it in park. "So, care to explain."

"I'm sure you bring plenty of girls on base Hangman," Sadie emphasized his callsign with a smirk, "Surely you don't think you're the only one."

That made him laugh and the sound eased Sadie's nerves a bit, on edge from his questioning.

"Sweetheart…" He shook his head slowly, side to side as he leaned casually across the console, "I've been with plenty of women before…" Jakes eyes drilled into hers, "I have never had one get out of bed to hang up my uniform."

Sadie chewed on the inside of her cheek and fought like hell but finally had to look away.

He chuckled again and leaned back to turn the trucks ignition off and open his door, with an easy smile and a wink he looked back at her, "I should've known you were a brat." WIthout waiting for her he got out of the truck and slammed the door on his way around to her side wearing a shit eating grin, meeting her as she stepped down and slammed her own door shut.

When she moved to step past him, rolling her eyes, he caught her with a hand splayed wide over her torso and gave her a firm but gentle push back against the side of his truck. "You grow up watching your Mama ironing uniforms and sneaking kisses before Dad left the house?"

Sadie rolled her eyes again and dropped her head back against the window, "Maybe, so what?"

His thumb started to rub back and forth over the soft fabric of her tank top, "Nothing, I think it's cute."

"Oh my god." Sadie pushed at him, pleaed when he allowed it, even if he was still grinning.

"Hey, come here." He may have stepped back when she pushed but he immediatly caught her waist as she tried to walk past and turned her back to face him, "I'm teasing, you know that right?" He put a hand on each hip and tugged her close.

"Mhmm…" She let him do it but her arms crossed over her chest.

As smooth as ever Jake dropped a kiss at the corner of her eye and spoke in her ear, "I actually love the idea of my girl being a military brat." He kissed her temple again but quickly groaned in exasperation as she pulled away from him again. "Sadie c'mon."

WIth a shrug she started backing towards the door she assumed was his, "What? You literaly just said it…" She kept her face indignant as he started to follow her, his expression a mix of kicked puppy and annoyed, "You like that I'm a brat…"

When she couldn't keep a straight face anymore Hangman caught on and dropped his chin to his chest, still exasperated but laughing as he strode after her, all but chasing her to the door of his assigned housing. "You just can't make anything easy for me can you?" He grumbled in her ear as he guided her through the door as she chuckled at her own shenanigans.

"It's good for you, builds character." She threw back at him as she kicked out of her flip flops and waited for him.

"Yeah?" He took her waist in his hands again, "Well you'd sure do some damage to a lesser man, I'll give you that." He leaned in for a kiss and she was still giggling when she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

She mumbled against his lips, "Go take your shower."

Jake groaned, wrapped his arms rest the way around her.

"I'm not getting in bed with you while you're all covered in sand."

He groaned again but took a half step back, "If I hurry will you go wait in bed for me?"

"I can do that."

~~~

"I should have specified, wait in bed for me naked." Was Jake's first comment when he entered his small bedroom and found Sadie stretched out on his bed, still in her shorts and tanktop, scrolling on her phone.

"I thought about it but then I figured, nah." She couldn't help but smile at the look on his face, "Being a brat remember?"

"Yes, you are!" Jake closed the door behind him and crawled on the bed over top of her, plucking her phone from her hands and setting it on the nightstand, "I almost regret saying that."

"Almost?" She quirked an eyebrow at him even as she spread her legs, allowing him the space to drop down on top of her, his towel slowly but surely working its way untucked.

With one hand he reached down and undid the button and zipper of her shorts, "You're still in my bed," He said the words against the side of her neck, "And you're about to be naked," He smiled as she easily raised her hips for him to tug the shorts down, "So, I'm not going to complain too much." Jake groaned then, noticing she hadn't been wearing any panties under the shorts.

Sadie was grinning as she pushed against his shoulders, she continued to push until he took the hint and rolled over onto his back with a grin of his own.

The towel came rest the way undone in the motion and his hands moved to settle on Sadies thighs as she straddled his waist. He slid his hands up her bare thighs and over her waist, hiking her shirt up as his hand moved underneath it. Jake used his grip to pull her down to him for a kiss. His hands spread wide and dragging up and down her back. Quick fingers undid her bra and moved to strip the last of her clothing off. "These definitely gotta go." He mumbled as they separated.

Something changed in his expression as she sat up to shrug out of her shirt and he saw his dog tags dangling between her breasts. She moved to grab them and pull them off over her head but he stopped her, "No, leave those." He sat up one hand still holding hers around the chain and the other digging into her sunkissed hair as he claimed her lips again.

Sadie smiled into the kiss as she leaned into him, pressing their bodies together and forcing him back onto the mattress. "Really?" She mumbled into his lips with a snarky grin creeping across her face, "Acting like you just got out of basic." She was laughing as she raised up slightly, "Bet all the girls go cross eyed over that move don't they lieutenant?"

Jake rolled his eyes and groaned, moving to retaliate but sucking in a breath when Sadie caught his wrists in both hands and stretched to pin them above this head. He stretched lightly, lifting his hips up off the bed and flexing his abs before settling into it, "Keep actin a brat darlin, I'll play that game if you want?" He flexed his arms above his head, feigning a struggle.

He caught the way here throat bobbed and her eyes fluttered the slightest and if he wasn't already hard as a rock that would have done it. She regained her composure quickly though, and tightened her grip on his wrists. "Just wanna make sure you know the difference between me and those other girls."

Jakes lips twitched, fighting back a smile. "Darlin," He crossed his arms behind his head, almost annoyingly relaxed and comfortable, her grip on his wrists tugging her closer, "I could keep you up all night listing the differences between you and those other girls"

His eyes rolled closed when she rocked her hips against him and leaned down to kiss him again, sloppy and rough. Jake moved to bring his arms down but she tightened her grip and giggled.

A shiver rolled down his spine and he kept his eyes closed as they continued to kiss The feeling of her lips dancing across his jaw snapped him back to the moment as much as the feel of the warm metal tags landing on his chest. He closed his eyes and groaned as her mouth moved down his neck to his chest. Almost instantly his muscles tensed and flexed underneath her, fighting back a groan as she mouthed and licked across his abs. His voice was half groan half whisper when he felt Sadie shift backwards and brush against his hardness, "What am I gonna do with you woman?"

With a careful not so careful nip just above his hip bone Sadie smiled and came back so they were face to face again, 'I have a few ideas?" She kissed him once, briefly.

"Oh really?" Jake locked eyes with her and waited for her to open her mouth and toss some snarky remark at him. As soon as she did he moved, hands landing on her waist as he sat up and moved her where he wanted her. His grip on her tightened upon hearing the surprised yet satisfied gasp as Sadie slid over him. Her nails digging into his shoulders as he laid back down, his member twitching and pulsing as she settled. "I say we start here and see how many of those ideas we can get through."

She may have rolled her eyes in response to his wink, but she moved. Rolling her hips slowly and deliberately, hands braced on his chest letting his grip on her hips guide her. His dog tags swinging, mesmerizing, against her chest.

~~~

Sadie woke up to sunlight in her eyes and much more room in the full sized bed than she'd had when she fell asleep. She moved to roll over and something bumped her elbow. Looking down and fumbling through the sheets she found her phone. When she picked it up she couldn't help but smile.

There was a text from Jake; "Morning beautiful, early training this morning and didn't want to wake you. Left the keys to the truck on the counter for you. Talk to you later." directly followed by another, "I also forgot to grab my tags so you better hope I don't get in trouble.. or crash…." The text ended with one of those winking kissy faces that made her roll her eyes.

She laid back against the pillow and smiled. Taking a minute before she had to get up and start the day.

~~~

Jake snuck into the locker room and chanced a look at his phone as soon as he got the chance. He couldn't stop the smile on his face.

Sadie had responded to his good morning texts with a picture of her in the drivers seat of his truck, wearing one of his shirts, his dog tags and his aviators. The text below it made him smile even wider, "Better be careful handsome, could give a girl the wrong idea."

With a quick glance at the time he responded, "Looks like you've got the right idea to me darlin."

He was just swinging his his locker shut when Fanboy burst through the door, "Phoenix and Bob just bailed out." He didn't stick around longer to explain, nor did he need to. Hangman was out the door right behind him.

~~~

"Please go home."

"No."

"Hangman, leave."

"Absolutely not."

"I swear to God…" Phoenix dropped her head back into the lumpy hospital pillows dramatically. "Nobody is this obnoxious. You do it just to piss me off."

"It does bring me joy." His response to her growl was a wink, "You're not supposed to sleep for like," He checked his watch, "four more hours. Think you can handle it."

"That's what the nurses are for. And before you say anything offensive, I dare you to go tell one of them you know better. Please, because that would bring me joy."

Hangman laughed, "Nice try Phoenix, but I'm not taking that bait." He stood up from the chair, ending the conversation, and grabbed the tv remote from the standing in the corner.

Phoenix watched him as he dropped back into the chair. "Your new girly friend is probably wondering where you are. Why don't you go harass her instead." Her eyes jumped from him to the screen of the television as it himmed to life.

Without even looking back at her he countered, "She knows I'm here, nice try." He continued to flick through the local channels.

She was about to speak up and tell Jake to stop on the CalPoly game but he was already setting the remote down and settling back into the chair, kicking his booted feet up on the bed.

He surprised her when seemingly out of the blue he spoke, "Fight it all you want Nat, we're friends, I'm not leaving."

Phoenix stared at the game on the screen for a long time before she responded, "You promise not to tell anyone that's true and I won't mention catching you shopping for rings on your phone this morning."

"Deal." He nodded once, catching her eye and throwing her a barely there smile.

Phoenix smiled back and enjoyed the silence for three whole minutes.

"You think I should go get Bob one of those fluffy, pink teddy bears they have in the gift shop?"

"You're an asshole." She shuffled around in the blankets trying to get comfortable, "Besides, his favorite color is blue."

Hangman threw his head back and actually laughed, "Noted."

~~~

When the call came through Sadie smiled and hit the button on her steering wheel to answer, "Hey!"

"Hey beautiful. What're you up to?" Jake was obviously smiling, she could hear it in his voice, but wasn't as full force as normal.

"Driving home. How about you?"

"Just leaving the hangar." There was a short pause before he continued, "You have any plans tonight?"

Sadie smiled, "No, not yet."

"How about I come over?"

"What you got in mind?" Sadie bit her lip and hit her blinker.

"Oh honey, that's a dangerous question." He listened to her laughing, he knew she was rolling her eyes but smiling, "Honestly, just hang out, you and me. Thought maybe we could make dinner or somethin'."

That caught her off guard a little if she was honest. Her and Jake had spent quite a bit of time together the last few weeks but had yet to 'have a quiet night in' together. It felt so... settled, domestic, out of their norm. It sounded nice, but the fact that it was Jake "Hangman" Seresin suggesting it was curious. "We can do that. What sounds good for dinner?"

"Chicken fried steak?" Sadie scoffed, "I'll never say no to chicken fried steak. I'd have to run to the store though."

"I'll stop on my way, don't worry about it, just tell me what we need."

~~~

Jake had been more quiet than normal while they ate, the quick responses and the flirting were there but it was all almost halfhearted. Or like half of his mind was somewhere else. When Sadie stood up and moved to collect their plates he reached out and stopped her. Grabbing her hip and bringing her to stand in front of him, "Why don't we clean up later?" He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close. "Kinda just wanna cuddle on the couch with you tonight."

She leaned into him, settling her arms over his shoulders, "That sounds nice," Sadie tipped her head down to catch his eye, "But first… you gotta tell me what's up."

Jake stared back at her intently, his brain obviously working over something. His grip on her tightened, he chewed on his lip for a moment before answering, "The mission we're here training for…" When he saw her nod he continued, "They're sending us out tomorrow."

Sadie was quiet for a long moment, her nails scratching back forth over the back of Jakes neck. Eventually she nodded, didn't say anything just nodded, and leaned down to kiss him.

Later that night when they went to bed Hangman laid awake in her bed, Sadie tucked in tight against his side, head on his chest and her hand laid over his heart, exactly where she had fallen asleep. He held her close and stared at the ceiling, mind spinning too fast for him to sleep just yet.

It wasn't the mission keeping him awake, that he could handle. What kept running through his mind was the envelope he had handed Hondo the morning after Iceman's funeral.

Jake refused to put too many heavy feelings on Sadie right now, knowing it had only been a few weeks and in the morning he'd leave for this mission with no guarantees he'd be back. There were things he wanted to tell her but not yet. But… in the unlikely chance he did not come home he wanted her to know all the same.

The Navy wouldn't give or tell her anything, but when he had handed over the plain white envelope sealed with one single sheet of paper inside and her name on Hondo had nodded. They Navy wouldn't understand but he did.

Jake also wondered if it had been fair, the night they had just spent together. Was he a bad guy for wanting a home cooked meal and the comfort of the woman he was falling in love with? Even it was the first and last time for them?

"Hey."

He nearly flinched at the quiet voice in the darkness, "Thought you were asleep."

"You're thinking too loud." She kissed his chest as her fingers began to stroke back and forth over his torso.

"Sorry darlin." He reached up to stroke her hair and drop a kiss to the crown of her head.

"What do you need?" Her voice was still soft but a little more awake.

He tightened his hold on her and tipped her chin up for a proper kiss, "Got what I need right here."

Sadie huffed out a laugh, "Go to sleep Jake."

"Yes ma'am." Jake chuckled a little himself and rolled over onto his side. "C'mere."

Without out much coaxing Sade resituated herself, wrapping her arms around him from behind and even hooking a leg over his hip. Wrapped around him comfortably she settled in and gave him a tight squeeze, sighing happily when one of Jakes hands settled on the thigh draped over his waist and the other grabbed for her hand.

Jake finally fell asleep a little later Sadie wrapped around him and her steady, calming breath ghosting against the back of his neck. The bittersweet feelings came back but this time a little sweeter. It would be hard to leave in the morning, but he liked the idea of how good it would feel to come home. He'd never had that before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter Four

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Small Shenanigans

Riddle was sitting on your bedside table. You were currently out shopping so he thought he'd keep an eye on everyone.

There was Ace, currently running from an angry Deuce. Cater was laying on your bed, playing with the silky pillows. And Trey was right beside Riddle, reapplying the bandages on his arm. The old ones were getting stained by excess ink.

"Sorry-" Trey began before Riddle promptly cut him off.

"Don't. It's not your fault." And before the clover could even get a word in, you arrived back home.

"I'm back!" You called through. Cater immediately perked up before rushing to greet you, he's such an affectionate little guy. You chuckled and let him climb up your shoulder. Ace gave you the stink eye while Deuce timidly waved at you.

"I restocked so I can make you guys a new attire." You explained. The diamond on your shoulder let out a little squeal, clearly delighted at the prospect of new clothing.

You chuckled at his antics, he’s such a little guy!

“Oh and Riddle, I can fix your dress now.” You turned to the red head. He gave a polite, yet appreciative, nod of the head. Gosh he’s so cute!

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You flicked the light switch on as you entered your workshop. You really like your workshop, it has a nice homey feeling to it.

“Here, you lot wait here while I make your clothes. I’ll call you up for measurements but until then wait patiently.” You told the five boys as you set them down on your desk before turning to the cabinets that held fabric, threads and needles and anything else you may need.

Ace crossed his arms before glancing around, it was much nicer here now he could actually see. A glint caught his eye. Turning he saw what looked like a big machine, he had no idea what it was but he felt compelled to press the big red button on it.

“Hey we’re are you going?” Deuce whisper-shouted at him, he didn’t know he was moving towards the odd machine until Deuce hissed at him. Glancing at the older three, Ace saw that they were having a nice time chatting and watching you. Perfect.

He looked at Deuce with a sweet smile on his face, said spade immediately felt the urge to ignore him.

“Heyy Deucey~ How about we go play with that thing over here.” He said pointing at the weird machine, the blueberry looked over to where he was pointing before fixing Ace with a disappointed look.

“No Ace, we were told to wait here.” Ace sighed, what a goofy-two-shoes!

“But they didn’t say we can’t touch anything or look!” He tried to reason, it was working as Deuce started looking conflicted, battling his inner curiosity.

“Fine but we’ll just look okay!” His curiosity won today.

The two sneaked over to the machine, Deuce checking it out but didn’t get too close. Ace on the other hand just, pressed the big red button.

SHREEEEEOOOMMMM

“WHAT’S THAT?!” Cater yelled over the noise, covering his ears. Trey covered his as well before yelling “I DON’T KNOW BUT IT DOESN’T SOUND GOOD!” Ace and Deuce stared in horror as the machine started moving towards them.

Riddle was in a state of panic, he has to get those two idiots to safety but he can’t even stand on his own. Before he could move, the noise died down.

“Huh?”

There you stood, your wood cutter in hand, unplugged and Ace and Deuce in the other.

“You’ve got to be more careful.” You said with a sigh before setting the two troublemakers back down. “Seriously there is dangerous stuff in here.”

“What is that?” Surprisingly it was Trey who asked, the little lad who you have not heard a peep from. You couldn’t understand him though, it was like he was squeaking. You wonder why that is. Still by context clues you could deduce what he was trying to get at.

“This is a wood cutter, I use it to well cut wood. It is very sharp and dangerous though so I don’t want any of you near it.” You explained to them. It is important they know that they cannot just touch the stuff in your workshop.

#twisted wonderland #toy maker au #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #cater diamond #trey clover #deuce spade #heartslabyul #reader insert #gonna do silly little scenarios now because writing plot tires me #brrr’s writing

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More Adventures in Bookbinding

My Aries Mercury + Mars really does a gal no favors

Being both a perfectionist but also stubborn + impulsive?? A nightmare.

Following instructions is wise but why be wise when you just know you can figure it out?

Many faux leather sheets and much glue was lost to the cause

I stabbed my finger with my utility knife because of course I did

Eddie was like "yeah I was worried about getting that for you."

(Sir, I am GRACEFUL, DELICATE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW --)

Measuring stuff is the worst, but that's because my brain really hates numbers. The actual math portion is Big Suck. Thank god for Google home who can answer all of my questions when I'm sitting in the middle of chaos, covered in glue, and have lost my phone.

Oh yeah my house is chaos. RIP my super nice and pretty office space, hello madness.

I did however find the white fold up table I knew we had but couldn't find for days. My next project I'm doing on that instead of my desk + cube organizers. And my lap desk. And a stool.

My paper cutter/guillotine has been living in my kitchen because while it technically fits beside my printer, it's best used standing, and I have the best height at the kitchen counter. Hopefully the fold out table will work for this but we shall see.

My "first" technically bound book is done, but it hurts me to call it the first, so I'm calling it the test run. But for the sake of transparency I'm saying "hey I did all steps but I don't want to count this one, please and thank you."

Now it is being used as a way for me to test putting a title on the cover via stencils made with my Cricut + dye markers. So far not so good, but I'm getting closer!

Oh yeah and faux leather? Not the best place to start. It's like I decided to learn a new hobby on hard mode. But on the plus side maybe this means I'll get the hard part out of the way and have an easier time with other fabrics? If I choose to use them because really, I probably spoiled myself with the idea of leather bound books.

That is the reason my tester copy turned out as bad as it did. By the end I was so desperate to get the leather to stick AND have the case fit the text block, that I went overboard and cut my chipboard too wide. Oops.

First rounds with the case (following a tutorial), the cover was a teensy bit too short.

Then by the end I was fighting too hard with the leather to care about much else.

I'd probably be happier with the test run if my measurements hadn't been so off.

Also...wax paper??? I wish someone had told me about wax paper sooner. Now I'm not getting everything stuck with glue.

I'm going to have to buy TWO boxes of wax paper today. One for baking and one for crafting.

I am really bad at gauging how even things are. I think that's ruled by the same bit of my brain as Math Hatred. Further hindered by overthinking and perfectionism. (Nothing is ever straight/even enough 😭)

Oh remember how the first copy is the "test run"? I decided the smart thing to do was to after one failure do two at a time. (Not actually smart, but ah well.)

Current stage: waiting for the leather to dry along the top/bottom edges of the chipboard. Then I get to do it all over again with the side edges.

With luck I'll have measured everything properly this time but we shall see.

Oh yeah: the multiple sources recommending waxed thread?? Bad idea. Or at least buying pre-waxed thread was a bad idea. That stuff is THICK. Easy to work with, but THICK and not pretty at all.

Round 2 I used regular thread and double threaded my needle. Less easy but a better result all around.

On that note: stitching the signatures is my FAVORITE part??

Also poking the holes. Poking holes in paper is very satisfying.

Stitching the text block is very therapeutic. Just me on my couch watching true crime videos and stitching signatures together. A great time was had.

Also, minor complaint, I got leather sheets in a variety pack. Bad idea. One won't fit everything the right way. I ended up having to glue my chipboard to two sheets but the "matching shades" are slightly off from each pack. Most noticeable and horrifying with the white leather. 😭 Will be getting proper rolls next time.

Also new hobby has confirmed that my partner is 100% into my obsessive nature.

100% Eddie is very affectionate when I'm hyper focused on writing, and also when hyper focused on binding. Causes mild annoyance at the disruption, but I choose to be happy about it.

Like hell yes my partner fully appreciates me in my element and is super into me being super into what I love. Like...isn't that precious?? I can put up with disruptions to be loved for doing what I love.

Also: when I stabbed myself with my utility knife? Eddie didn't get home until after I went to bed. So when I woke up due to my finger throbbing, he was in his office unwinding after work. And I was high on sleeping meds and exhausted from a long day of working hard. So I just sorta shuffled all zombie-like into his office and held up my bandaged finger. He very quickly deduced what happened, jumped to attention, examined my wound, re-bandaged it, fed me pain meds, and tucked me back into bed. This probably matters not a wit to you but I adore this man with my whole heart and as I was already gushing about him...why not gush more?

Hopefully my next update will have a success story, but y'know...one thing at a time!

#danpuff stuff #bookbinding #fanbinding #busy bee bindery #should have called it CHAOS BINDERY #or “aries fucks my life up” bindery

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tw graphic/major depictions of abuse, description of drowning, mention of self-harm.

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JD spends a good amount of time sitting and just stroking Veronica with the tip of his blade, not hard enough to cut into her skin, but enough to make her shiver every time it passes her shoulder blades. She has no way to know when he's actually going to do anything. All it takes is a tiny bit of force and she's a goner.

Why did she turn over and leave herself so vulnerable? Her back, her neck, her head... he's cut away the straps of her tank top and tossed them to the side, just leaving her more exposed. She gets the answer almost as soon as she asks the question. Because if I didn't, he'd kill me.

Veronica has always known somewhere in her heart that Jason had the power to kill her. Every time he squeezed her hand a bit too hard or kept her breathless a bit too long, she knew. He could do it and get away with it as long as he did it right. He knows where her journals are, he has access to her handwriting, and though he's never looked inside them, there's plenty in there that could be called a suicide note. He could type something up and sign it with her blood and then what? Nobody believes a cutter. It would be so easy for him to twist this so she's the psycho. But it's never seemed so real before. Her breath is shallow and shaky in her throat.

She almost wants to tell him again to get it over with. Though there is a small chance he's just doing this to scare her, make her think-

Her hope is dashed when the knife sinks into her skin. A silent scream dies the moment it's sparked in her throat. This is deeper than he's ever cut before. This is slow, this is methodical. The cuts on her arms don't hold a candle to whatever he's doing to her. She can't tell what he's cutting or where he's cutting. Her entire backside is exploding in pain.

"There you go," he says once he's done, and she can hear the smile in his voice. "Now you're mine forever." Above the ringing in her ears, the sound of JD's laughing cuts as deep as the knife while he walks away, and the sound of the lock turning matches the twisting of her heart.

It takes Veronica a while to roll back over onto the towel, her eyes widening as the rough fabric screams against every place the knife touched her. It takes her even longer to sit up and look around at the world spinning like she's on a merry-go-round. She almost laughs out loud at the absurdity of it all. Twelve years ago it was all so easy. She'd spend hours playing in the park with her friends and running back to her parents for ice cream when the sun started to set, and the only problem in her life was who'd get the cherry lolly. And now what?

She glances around the room. There's not much to be seen, it's just a laundry room in progress, with barely any heating and a freezing tile floor. A pile of clothes sits next to her and she's numbly aware of her old shirt tattered and bloody on her lap. The only other thing in the room is a small wooden nightstand, one drawer, nothing special. A spot of light reflects on the brown walls, and though she knows she shouldn't investigate, Veronica pulls herself to her feet and sees the knife, the same knife that sent the bugs all over her, the one with her blood still drying on its blade, the one that she can still feel stroking and cutting and sinking into every inch of her skin.

The sight of the knife has her suddenly freezing and burning at the same time, and not even caring about her boyfriend's presence in the next room or the floor above or wherever he is, Veronica crumples to the floor and screams at the top of her lungs, letting the sound echo around the room and bounce off the light coming from the single bulb exposed on the ceiling. She sits in the eerie silence on the towel, pain radiating from every cell inside and out, just staring into the light until she falls into a fitful, painful sleep.

"Sleep" is kind of an exaggeration. She honestly can't tell if the pain has stopped because she's unconscious or if it's peaked so high she's just numb. The passing of time is lost to her. Even though the blood is dried, she can still feel it slipping through her fingers and filling up her mouth. Even though JD is gone, she can still hear his voice echoing in her ears and his laugh crawling up her spine.The light sears swirls and colours into her eyelids when she closes her eyes, copy-pasting the metallic glint of the blade every time she blinks. So she settles for keeping her eyes open. Or maybe she's dreaming. She can't feel enough physically to tell.

Is she sleeping? Is she even alive? The room is spinning so fast she can't tell light from dark. She struggles to form a coherent thought, doing her best to put the words in order like building blocks in a kids' toy. Who is she? Where is she? She's so tired she could sleep for a century, but wait, her blood is flying through her veins with pure energy. What is happening to me? And why can't I make it stop?

As if on cue, the room goes still. The light dies down. The bees stop buzzing. Everything is silent. Veronica is seated on the couch, staring blankly across the room, trying to make sense of what she sees when a chuckle pulls her back into reality.

"I was wondering when you'd come back," JD says with a grin, sitting across from her. Wait, since when are our couches blue?

When Veronica opens her mouth to speak, the words are not her own, the voice either. "What the hell did you do?" JD stares into her eyes, holding her gaze until she looks down at her feet, too nervous to hear his answer, but incapable of saying anything more. She looks off to the side and catches sight of her hair. Red. Hanging by the side of her cheek like a curtain separating the dream from the nightmare. My hair isn't red. But... what colour is it then? "I-"

Veronica blinks and she's gone, this time in Heather's arms, small and insignificant compared to the vast expanse of open air around her. Her sobs shake both their bodies as Heather's fingers trace hearts and swirls on her exposed skin. The shadows seem to sing to them as they rock back and forth in the darkness, just them alone in an otherwise empty world, two and only two until the end of time.

This is good. This is peaceful. This is quiet. Veronica tucks her head into the curve between Heather's head and shoulder, feeling her cold porcelain skin on her flaming hot cheek. The wind whispers them a lullaby as they hold each other tight.

She's just about ready to open her eyes when something takes her hand in its and pulls her away. She screams for Heather, no sound coming out of her mouth— either that or the gale whipping around them is dissolving the words into thin air. She reaches out across time for one more touch of her lover's hand. She feels nothing. She's gone, Heather's face seared into her mind forever, shocked and scared as they share their final glance.

Whatever's carrying her hums in her ear as it pulls her through the air. It's almost like music, feeding into her bones and blood, filling her mind until the low drone is all she can focus on, captivating her, hypnotising her, sucking every last drop of her attention dry. She wants to reach into her brain and pull out the sound, pull it tight between her fingers and feel it constrict around her spine, tug at it until it comes free and it's silent.

Silence. Silence in the dark fog. The air around her is cold as ice, sinking its teeth into her lungs when she breathes it in, tangling around her limbs and taking them for its own.

A twig cracks to her left and she whirls around like a dancer. "Who's there? Who are you?" She reaches around wildly for anything tangible to wrap her fingers around, just to know she's not crazy. "Heather?" she calls in desperation. Her eyes have finally adjusted to the dark, and huge shapes begin to unfold out of the desolate gloom.

Lights. Red. Metal. Blue. Peppy piano, reminiscent of her childhood, leaving the lingering taste of cotton candy in her mouth. Please, God, no.

The music gets louder as figures erupt from the ground beneath her feet. Delighted cries and giggles of young children fill the air, metallic clinks as fathers and husbands Play To Win! while their families look on, the mechanical humming of whirring gears and surging electricity. The darkness that was surrounding her just a few precious moments ago is shattered by multicoloured lights, flashing, advertising games and rides and food. She wants to clap her hands over her ears and block out every sound piercing her skull. She wants to slam her eyes shut and curl into a ball. She wants to rid her mouth of the sickening scent of sugar, sweet and syrupy down her throat. She wants out.

She can't get out. She's as frozen as the statues of goofy clown characters guarding the funhouse. She almost feels suspended over everything else, hung high above the ground, watching everything move around herself, like the eye of a hurricane. She stretches her hands out in front of her, just to make sure she still has them, willing her figure to do the same. It doesn't. People mill around like she's not even there, rolling their carts and their strollers, holding cheaply made toys and sticky sheets of paper, faces messy and smiling. Will any of them notice her? Do any of them care?

And then someone comes tearing down the centre of the pathway, one shoe untied, struggling to keep their lopsided run straight as they stumble away from the Ferris wheel, holding a pair of sunglasses in their loose fingers. Closer. Closer. They're going to run into her, knock them both over. They're going to-

They pass through her as if she's made of the same molecules as the air they breathe. Veronica feels her heart drop. She goes still in the sky. Below her, her figure takes on a sort of shocked, sick look, eyes blurrily dazed and mouth open. They both just stare at the kid running back towards the carnival games. Did that... really just happen?

This proves it. She really is invisible. To everyone. And just like that it's like the red button is pressed and the claw machine holding her back like a naughty kitty cat releases and she goes falling down, down, down.

"No, no, no!" she shouts, twisting into a ball in midair and screwing her eyes shut, watching the lights slide by like bolts of lightning. The sounds all fade out, children's laughter dissolving into nothing, screams of terrified excitement decaying like leaves on a tree. She's only left with the carnival music as she falls through an endless blur of colour and light, once sweet, now twisted and terrifying. The notes distort worse and worse, going lower and more off-key with every beat.

She opens her mouth to take a breath and it fills with ice. She opens her eyes in shock and is met with a freezing, unforgiving clarity, light coming from every direction and simultaneously being sucked out of every atom. Tiny bubbles dance in her vision, popping against her skin, each turn of the tide stabbing into her bones with an unignorable cold comfort.

Normally being surrounded by water with no way out and no idea of which way's up would terrify her, but this time it just fills her with a serene silence, and she lets a lazy smile spread across her face. She keeps her eyes open, not taking notice of the way her lungs scream for air, immersed in the deep blue hug. She looks around in wonder, taking notice of the way her feet flutter over the turquoise abyss. She hadn't noticed it before, but a little dress swirls around her legs, the skirt flaring in small circles with each wave. She giggles soundlessly under the water, watching the way the fabric moves.

She sees the first shape just to her left. She can't identify it, because it looks like a shark, but it could also be a mermaid, or it could be a whale, or something she'd never thought to think about. But it doesn't really register that it's there until the next one shows up. She's too busy floating through time moving thick as molasses, revelling in the peaceful sunlight.

When the second one appears, though, it's definitely closer. Much, much closer, and steadily approaching. For a moment, it's enchanting, like something a little girl would wish for upon a star, and then it smiles.

Its mouth is full of teeth like toothpicks, thin and sharp and bright. There are rows upon rows of them in its mouth, laid out like thorns on a blackberry bush, hopelessly enticing, terrifying at the same time. Its eyes are large and horrific, malice glinting from an invisible sun. They're huge and take up half its face and are black as black can be and are almost scarier than its teeth. Veronica is captivated, unable to look away. She's not sure she wants to.

They stare at each other for a few seconds, a clock ticking soundlessly in their ears. One. Two. Three.

And the mermaid lunges at her.

Incoherent swear words are pulled by the tide from Veronica's mouth as she does her best to swim away. But every movement of her arms and legs reminds her again how much she needs to breathe, and the swirly dress she found so beautiful around her legs is weighing her down, and it almost seems better just to let herself go.

This time, when the mermaid's freezing fingers wrap around her ankle, she isn't saved by some cartoonish transition sound and a scene change. It drags her closer through the water, and she contemplates letting go of her lungs and letting herself drown, a subject of the water's hellish kingdom. It could be better than death by mermaid.

Before she can yank herself free to be eaten by the sea, a horrible ringing fills her head. It's like someone's holding a microphone too close to the speaker it's plugged into. The sound makes her eyes fill with tears and her hands drift upwards to cover her ears, which almost seems to make it worse. Maybe this is because of the mermaid's touch. Maybe if she was just able to yank free— she starts to kick her legs at the mermaid, doing whatever she can to release its grip. She turns circles in the water, grabbing at its hand, trying to pull its fingers off of her. Her lungs screaming for air and her head screaming for release, it's all too much.

Veronica takes a deep breath and listens to the noise fade as her lungs fill with water.

#system scribbles #fanfic #fanfiction #heathers #heathers the musical #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #veronica sawyer x heather chandler #veronica x chandler #veronica x heather chandler #chansaw #gwyd #get what you deserve

[aceofspadegrass]

So you know how people make corndogs?

Imagine, okay. Takeru's monologuing to Aguni about something, perhaps a new fabric he's gotten. Maybe about some new restaurant that's opened up that makes really good apple based treats. Or just talking about how it's a shame that they passed by that dead fish that was run over by a bike, although neither can explain why exactly a fish got run over in the first place.

Then, as any normal citizen does, they get robbed. Well, that's a lie, kind of. Really, people broke in with the intent to rob the place, but it's kind of occupied by a pair of dudes. Well maybe they knew that it wasn't empty, because they have weapons on them. Nothing serious, like guns, just knives, bolt cutters, things that would make robbing easier in the off chance something is locked away.

Aguni isn't having it, obviously. Tries to subdue them, but it's one against a group of them. As much as Aguni wants, he can't fight them all off in the current state he's in. Maybe he sprained an ankle, or is coming down with a cold and can't realistically do anything except maybe spread a cold around (Which is ineffective as a quick solution).

Takeru talks them down, somehow. Charisma off the charts convinces them to stay for corndogs, because he's already in the middle of making some and it would be quite rude if they interrupted him. Don't they respect the sanctity of preparing food from scratch? Principle of the matter.

Anyways, it works (Somehow.) and Takeru continues on making corndogs. He's efficient in it too, talks the entire time. Distracts them from actually robbing the place, because hell is he not good at generating attention.

They get their corndogs. They look delicious. Fresh from the fryer, glistening hot.

Now, I don't know if you know, but when you eat a corndog, typically there's one of two ways. You bite from the top and go down, or you attack it like a corn cob from the side (Although why you would is beyond me. Wouldn't that just fall?) And usually, unless you take shitty bites, you go for it, you know?

Neither really protects you when a man uses knives in place of skewers.

#aib #alice in borderland #hatter #takeru danma #aguni morizono #now logistically this can't kill you but being stabbed in the mouth in my opinion doesn't sound particularly like a good friday night #plus these aren't JUST knives. These are knives that are inside a freshly baked corndog #and if I'm correct I'm pretty sure metal is a conductor of heat #so not only is your mouth likely stabbed but it's gonna burn #unless you sir/ma'am are a master of consuming hot metal then you're burning that flesh maw #now you may be wondering: how did they NOT realize that Hey These Skewers Don't Feel Right #takeru is a man of the dramatics and therefore would likely have oddly shaped knives #alternatively takeru was bored and instead of making hats figured out the art of Really Shitty Shivs #aguni as his best friend simply did not question it/did not know takeru up and weaponised the sticks #aguni also knew that takeru would never intentionally hurt him so yeah he was surprised when people got stabbed #his skewer is normal obviously #alternatively again takeru knows aguni is the type to eat his REALLY weird #in a way that aguni's mouth never touches the stick #therefore knowing that he can trust aguni not to stab himself because no rational person eats a corndog like that #granted aguni likely stops eating his at all when the robbers he's forced to share the table with startle in pain #or aguni doesn't touch his period because when he picked up a corndog it was just... off to him #takeru trusts aguni so deeply that he's willing to serve him weaponized corndogs

[pancakeke]

@purpletigressvt god if only I could make my dipshit cricut cut craft foam nicely I could totally do that

I don't have a pic of this problem affecting a simpler shape but my blade kept jumping on foam so cuts either weren't solid or they didn't follow the actual path of the blade (cause like the foam would bunch up weird before the pressure of the blade dragging across it was finally enough to cut it)

I don't know if this was happening because my mat had a hard time gripping the material (I did have to tape it down), the material was too springy, or maybe my blade was too dull. Ultimately I had to screw around with everything sooo much to cut out the parts I needed to make ornaments last year, and I would need to cut at least 4x more pieces to make this garland.

if only I had a laser cutter to cleanly cut large qtys of felt 🥺 I could just sew felt rings onto string.

cricut's fabric cutting option even with the rotary blade uses such a high blade pressure that it slices into your cutting mats super deep and destroys them. reducing the pressure thru material settings doesn't help, it just stops the blade from cutting all the way through the material 🙁. also the blade pressure embeds fabric fibers into the places where it slices your mat which very quickly fills the mat with impossible to remove lint that ruins its sticking power.

[gay-foxxo]

Masterlist

Here's a little diary/log of cosplay I'm making

-March 16 or smth

got the fabrics tried to cut the tail out (images later) but the scissors I used are not very good for stretchy fabrics 😔

(it's very messy around the edges but it doesn't *really* matter as the edges are on the inside)

-Marc 18

APPARENTLY MY PACKAGE HAS BEEN DESTROYED ;w;

I'm overreacting, a thing I ordered on the 5th (some rings for the cosplay because I don't know how to work with metal) are annoyingly delayed because of damages I think so I can't get them by 23rd

-Mar 21

My Birthday ^w^ I now have new tools like a pizza cutter & a chopping board

-Ma 23

Today because I've recounted the other three days.

Done all the stuff I need to do, it's like 14:30 I begin.

Cut out the first piece it's slay & works (it's actually gonna be smaller BC of edges but don't worry like 1.5cm on the sides)

Second peice of the front done :3

Happy with how clean the edges are [sends a disapproving glare to the scissors]

The rest of the pieces are very slay.

We have a load of Extra fabric available gonna see if I can fit the tail in for better edges

I CANNN :D

Cut out both sleeves they look very good & are appropriately large, vry happy

Onto the final sections, I listened to a playlist of all my favourite songs from my current obsession 'the scary jokes' (I love their songs & the singers voice is so pretty) like 4-5 times now (it's like 1:20 hours long 💀) it's like 22:00 now & my earphones are running out of battery. Anyways final stretch.

Omg I've been listening to the same songs for so long every else sounds *vague hand gestures* y'know

Anyways all the brown fabric is done except tail part 2 because I need sleep & it's like 11 o'clock

The tail for another day:

Sorry if this is hard to read it's like 23:30 atnight gnight

#cosplay #hu tao cosplay #long post

[globodamorte]

juntaek

ngl he became more suspicious to me after he woke up bc his comments on seongbin were faaar too convenient for the police's narrative, almost as if someone was framing seongbin already (edit: almost as if... he knew the cops would be investigating seongbin) everything relating to juntaek in this case is just so convenient for the police to find seongbin guilty. there's no other word. it's convenient. a little too convenient.

"yujeong and seongbin convinced me to throw the box cutter away"

how convenient to pin the blame on the most vulnerable ones since yujeong was beaten into not talking and seongbin may have been manipulated during his seizures -> doesn't seem to remember much (or at all) so can't truly confirm if he would have said that.

"I saw seongbin smiling when I woke up during the rescue and it looked like he was happy because he thought I was gonna die"

that was... incredibly specific for a person who was starving got knocked out by a rock and fell into a fucking 3 month coma immediately after. I remember thinking something was off with this comment right away, like I'm not sure if I can explain it properly but it was so weirdly specific it seemed fabricated.

he could've said "he was smiling and it kinda freaked me out" , "I think he was smiling?"

["he was smiling but I don't know why"

"do you think he could've been relieved to see you open your eyes?"

"I don't know"]

so many variations of this exact event without pointing to seongbin so incisively (I don't think this is a real word but whatever)

and he said it at such a crucial time like jeongdo only needed to hear that without questioning it bc he's already so fucking obsessed with catching seongbin, of course the statements of a survivor that pin him for sure are gonna be taken seriously but they never stopped to question him???? not one "are you sure this happened? you hurt your head pretty bad..." (edit: also I'd like to add that there's no way juntaek wold know about the timing thing, but if he was already planning on framing seongbin from the beginning, coma or not he would've invented/distorted something and it just so happened that jeongdo was already deep in his seongbin-craze)

ALSO. his head injury . also extremely convenient that the attacker decided to use a full 5cm of paper sheets to "muffle the sound". while sure, muffling the sound would be important since everyone was around them and the sound of cracking a skull with a rock is pretty loud. and in doing this the attacker sacrifices strength/force for stealth. and because of this he conveniently didn't die. and also oh! how grand! he remembers everything!!!

like juntaek is the cops' trump card for arresting seongbin. he can lie as much as he wants and blame his head injury, and if he did get brain damage, that's also great for the cops!!!! like if they manage to do the minimum of investigative work and cross examine juntaeks testimony with hannas and find somethings wrong with juntaeks side, they'll be like "oh well he hit his head the brain is a funny mysterious thing..."

and if he's guilty he basically got himself an innocent card bc there's NO WAY they'll suspect him.

I'm not gonna lie I like the image of juntaek we have so far I like the rough rugged guy who's actually sweet and a little dumb and gets heated easily but hes also really kind and loves his grandma. that's right up my alley fr

but it also makes no sense that he basically has an immunity card. I'm not saying there's some fucking Kira levels of planning ahead all according to keikaku bs. if it IS him, I definitely think he didn't plan on being in a coma.it feels more like he took a gamble and the cops bought it bc they were so focused on seongbin (and THIS may have been planned a little)

I feel like Dr ju is catching up on it. not necessarily to juntaek but to the cops being wrong about seongbin. maybe she'll get that hot boyfriend of hers to represent him in court

#chasing tails #i don't think i said everything i wanted to here #but yeah this is mostly it #there's something wrong here #reallly wrong

[lacontroller1991]

Calendar Shoot (Ed Baldwin x F!Reader x Gordo

Main Master List || Misc Master List

Part of the "Stress Relief" Series

Synopsis: You send the boys their own personal calendars while they are on Jamestown.

Warnings: Suggestive Dialogue, Language, 18+, Explicit Dialogue, Explicit Descriptions, Male Masturbation, innocence kink

"Did you boys get your presents?" You ask, a knowing smirk on your face as they wave their own boxes at the camera.

"Yeah we got them alright. Why did you put them in separate boxes though?" Gordo asks, inspecting the cardboard box as Ed quints his hazel eyes at the screen, noticing a slight giggle escaping your lips.

"Now boys, I don't want you to swap your presents. Your own box is for your eyes only. Meaning, Ed, no peeking at Gordon's and Gordon no peeking at Ed."

"What did you put in here?" Ed asks with a raised eyebrow, wanting to open your neatly wrapped gift.

"It's a surprise, Eddie. Wouldn't want to ruin it for you," you wink at him, a heat surging between your legs as you recount the many hours it took in hair and makeup as well as the actual photography to get Gordo and Ed their own personal calendar. Not to mention all of the scandalous photos you had taken. "Promise me you'll take care of it? It's hand made." Gordo and Ed both look at you in shock.

"You hand made something for us?" Gordo asks in disbelief as you shake your head.

"Yes and no. One thing is hand made, the other thing I had some help with. But it should last you guys for your trip up there."

"Thank you honey, you didn't have to do anything."

"Yeah for real, it's not even any of our birthdays," Gordo comments as you wave them off.

"Don't mention it. Well gentlemen, I am afraid I have to get some sleep, but I'll call back tomorrow. I can't wait to hear what you think of your gifts."

"We look forward to it sweetheart. We love you."

"I love you guys too," you press a kiss to your fingers before placing it on the lens and shutting the camera off, a smile on your face.

"Let's see how they like that."

Meanwhile, Gordo and Ed look at their boxes in speculation, neither really wanting to open it. Gordo shakes it but whatever is in their is either packaged really tight or it's very large. Getting up from his spot on the chair, Ed moves to where a box cutter lays and slides it across the tape, allowing the cardboard to pop open.

"Holy shit," Gordo whips his head over to Ed with confusion. Noticing Ed's frozen face and the growing boner, it's got to be something good.

"What is it buddy?" Gordo tries to peek his head over Ed's shoulders but Ed's broad frame easily blocks his view as he holds the box close to his chest.

"I think, I think imma go to sleep. You should definitely open yours, Stevens," Ed's normal pink skin is amplified by the blush on his cheeks. Never in a thousand years had he imagined you, sweet innocent you, would send something as inappropriate as a lingerie set, let alone a used lingerie set.

By the time Ed gets to his bunk, he pours the contents of the box onto the bed and gulps thickly when he spots a square paper. Grabbing it, he pulls off the plastic and almost faints. There, on the cover, is you laying on the hood of his blue corvette, your legs swinging off the front of his car as your body lays flat against the hood, the white lingerie set you had sent up resting perfectly against your skin, leaving much and little to the imagination.

Thought you could use some photos while you're up there, Ed reads the little note as he flips through the calendar, you in the white one piece and in different poses all on his car has Ed feral as he grabs some tape and tapes the photo part right above the head of his bed.

Taking the box cutter, Gordo hastily opens the box, a scoff escaping. "That dirty little girl," his hands gently grasp the black lace lingerie as he brings it up to the light. "Hot damn," his eyes immediately fall to the white spot resting on the panties, a stark contrast to the black two piece. Bringing the lingerie set to his nose, he sniffs the fabric and suppresses a groan, your own scent mixed with your arousal has his member pressing painfully against his suit pants.

Setting down the lingerie, he carefully pulls out the calendar and almost chokes at the sight. You sit on the hood of his red corvette, your legs spread apart showing your sex peeking through the lacy underwear and around your neck hangs one of his ties, the knot mimicking the one he normally uses on you. Smiling, Gordo brings his present over to his own bunk before peeking over to Ed.

"I know what I'm doing tonight, and tomorrow night, and the night after that." Ed chuckles, tossing Gordo the tape as he climbs into his bunk.

"Yep, way ahead of you there."

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Ed's hand roughly grabs into his pants and pulls out his aching cock as he looks at January's picture. Your head hangs off the fender, your hair tumbling over in soft curls that Ed traces with his free hand. Your back is arched off of the car with one leg laying flat while the other is bent, elongating your toned, smooth leg. Ed's eyes trace over your body before falling to your face, a finger tugging gently at your bottom lip while your eyes cloud with lust in a way that says 'come take me.'

Ed's head thumps back as his hand rolls over the head of his cock, smearing the precum down his shaft as he pictures all the things he could do to you. First thing he would do is kiss up those legs with an open mouth, savoring all of you before his mouth would find your covered heat. Ed would press a gentle kiss against your sex, enjoying the way you would squirm at his touch as he pushes your legs apart only to slot his body between.

He then would continue to kiss up your body and take one nipple into his mouth while his other hand plays with your other breast only to switch moments later. After you're panting, he would place a firm kiss on your lips as he grinds against you, desperate to be inside your warmth.

Picturing you under him, it doesn't take long for Ed to make a mess of his hand, wishing it was you he was coming into and not his hand.

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Gordo's pants and underwear are the only thing removed as he hastily wraps his hand around his thick shaft and looks at the picture. Unlike Ed, Gordo loves when you're dirty. He loves when you pull him into the bathroom of the Outpost and suck him off before going back out into the crowd. He loves the way you aren't afraid to try new things, and the position you're in for January sure looks new to him.

In your black lingerie and stilettos, your hand braces your self on the hood as your body arches over the engine of his corvette, your ass sticking out as you pretend to fix his car. All over your body are various grease marks and a sheen layer of sweat, your makeup slightly smudged compared to the pristine placement that Ed sees. Gordo swears he could laugh at how ridiculous you look trying to fix the engine if it had not been for the fact that his erection is painful.

Spitting into his hand, Gordo harshly pumps himself as he pictures bending you over the hood and plowing into you from behind, your moans and screams of pleasure only driving him harder and harder until he too cums. After, Gordo is quick to pull back, taking his time to admire the way your eyes haze over as you lightly drool, your body not moving an inch, too sore from all the fucking before you come back to your senses, only to smile at him and kiss his lips.

"Shit," Gordo cusses, not having realized that he was close to coming. Looking at the calendar, he's relieved to see that none of his spend landed on the paper. After all, it was only January and he still has 11 more months of looking at different pictures of you.

Despite both getting different themed calendars, one thing is for certain. You are most certainly getting your brains fucked out by the both of them as soon as they are home.

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[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

#bsd #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #oda x reader #odasaku x reader #dazai headcanon #chuuya headcanon #odasaku headcanon #oda headcanon #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #odasaku x y/n #oda x y/n #dazai x you #chuuya x you #odasaku x you #dazai hc #chuuya hc #odasaku hc

[english-history-trip]

The Portraits of Elizabeth I (Ranked)

I did this for her father, so it's past time she got one too. It's gonna be a lot harder, because she had a billion portraits and a lot of them are 10s. Nevertheless, let's crack on!

Elizabeth When A Princess, William Scrots, c. 1546

Long before she was queen, so simple and realistic. What's not to love? Her solemn little face, her blazing red hair, her HANDS, the TEXTURE on her DRESS omg. (Hey, just had a thought: if Edward VI's concern in suddenly deciding on his deathbed to pass over his sister Mary for the throne was religion, why skip the Protestant Elizabeth? Convenient that it went instead to John Dudley's new daughter-in-law, hmmmmm) 10/10 blank books

The Armada Portrait, after George Gower, c. 1588

The exact opposite of the above portrait, but no less incredible. The woman here is threatened to be swallowed by the iconography, but she instead is the central icon herself. There are several copies of this portrait, but this is my favorite because she's looking right at you, with the little smirk that says "This Protestant bitch kicked Spain's Catholic ass." 10/10 massive pearl necklaces (there may actually be ten)

The Sieve Portrait, Quentin Metsys, c. 1580

Splitting the difference between the last two: simple, elegant, and realistic, but also keeping the iconography her portraits are famous for (the sieve is something like a virtuous woman can hold water in a sieve, something something virginity). The whole portrait is basically just shades of black and gold, and her face is mesmerizing enough to almost totally distract from the random guys in the background wearing booty tights. 10/10 gold medallions telling a symbolic story that I forget

The Coronation Portrait, c. 1600, after earlier original

The symmetry is terrific, the gown is stunning, she looks so young and vulnerable but also a timeless symbol of majesty. But it can't get full marks because it's a much later copy, and we don't know what's been changed (that's a pretty exacting waistline for the period). 9/10 bowling ball orbs

The Rainbow Portrait, Isaac Oliver, c. 1600

First, I love this portrait. Just a feast for the senses, as it were. The hat is ridiculous, but she makes it work, the ruff is splendid but she's equal to it; she is fabulous. But it doesn't really... look like her. It's more reminiscent of the voluptuous beauty that was then coming into style, i.e. "Rubenesque." Also, she was in her sixties by this time, and this lady is Not. Plus, the symbols in this are a bit too much. The eyes and ears may be about wisdom or whatever, but they don't make for an attractive cloak pattern. And that is not what a rainbow looks like, sir. (Although we do have the fabric for the underlying dress, so that's accurate.) 8/10 disembodied ears

The Peace Portrait, Marcus Gheeraerts, c. 1585

An often overlooked portrait, I like her expression here, tired but happy, without the giant gobs of makeup she's so known for. Although she delighted in the defeat of the Armada, her highest goal was peace (not the least because war was expensive) and so she holds an olive branch and has a sheathed sword at her feet. And. AND. THE LITTLEST DOG. It's probably an idealized image, not done from life, but you can't have it all. 8/10 little bitty dogs

The Darnley Portrait, Federico Zuccaro, c. 1575

This is the portrait people turn to when they want to see what Elizabeth "really" looked like, and they're probably right. Her features seem to belong to a real person, if a little stiff and masklike. I just wish she didn't look so grumpy. Also, apparently the portrait is faded and used to be like neon red, which, yikes. Also her bodice looks like she's in a marching band. 7/10 fabulous feather fans

Elizabeth I With a Fan, c. 1585

This is where we get into the copies section. Portraits of Elizabeth were in high demand, and a bunch of similar-looking ones of varying quality were duly cranked out. Horace Walpole summed up all these cookie-cutter portraits as having "a pale Roman nose, a head of hair loaded with crowns and powdered with diamonds, a vast ruff, a vaster farthingale, and a bushel of pearls." This is my favorite of those; I like the composition, her face is realistic, and I like the way her chin tucks into her ruff. But, uh, I guess they tired out by the time they got to the hands, huh. 6/10 folded hair napkins

The Pelican and Phoenix Portraits, Nicholas Hilliard, c. 1575

It's the same portrait, but different symbolic birds (you can barely see them, but they're on the bodice). The dresses are amazing and are some of my favorites, but the face is just... not there. Just eyes, nose, and mouth floating in a void. 6/10 Epic Armbands I only just noticed

The Ermine Portrait, Nicholas Hilliard, c. 1585

This one just straight-up doesn't look like her. Her lips are too big, her face is the wrong shape. And there's too darn much going on with the bodice; it's a wonder she doesn't fall over forwards. But we've got the little baby ermine with his little baby crown, and who can't love him. 5/10 lil bitty ermine spots

Okay, I've hit ten pictures on this post (some of you are out there putting more than ten pictures, and no one will tell me HOW), so I'll make a second post with the Bad Boys.

#Tudors #Hot takes #Art history #Fashion history #She's just got so many portraits you guys #the definitive list

[yellowgnomeboots]

One of my ideas to be able to actually start/do/finish things is to have extremely well organised tools/materials. Also to have good tools because that makes the activity more enjoyable. Like I have some $80NZ fabric scissors and everytime I cut with them it's like... I don't know, maybe it's the dopamine everyone keeps talking about. It's like a single drop of positivity and happiness for my brain.

I'm starting with embroidery because the stuff is small so I don't need to organise my house, just a box.

I'm already keep materials together (cloth, kits, threads) but want to put together supplies so that when I want to start a kit, everything else I need is together. I've made a list but

IF YOU DO EMBROIDERY, please tell me

1. What you consider essential tools e.g. hoop, needles, sewing thread, etc. All the stuff you might use. I want to have everything on hand.

2. Scissors or thread cutter or both?

3. If you know of any places in NZ or Australia selling quality tools can you let me know. Stuff that's not plastic, is well made for its function - like it will be usable and desirable in 100 years.

#embroidery #gnome post #trying to organise my life #pretty sure its hopeless or i would have managed it in the preceding decades #don't want to end up like my mum though #still working merely to have something to do #playing phone games on my days off #like she's retired i mean #but not living her best life