#it's a long clip so I'm stitching things together too

[royalarchivist]

I'm transcribing what Phil just said about QSMP, please give me a moment!

#mod talk #it's a long clip so I'm stitching things together too #no subtitles since that'll take too long #and I know misinfo will probably already be spreading on twitter #(he didn't say anything bad btw don't worry) #TBD

[wolfies-toys]

it is finally time to post my backpack pattern! i've been meaning to do this for a while! so if you'd like to try sew your own plush backpack i've drawn up a basic pattern i've been using that should be easy to edit to suit whatever shape you'd like. Please note i'm a newby at making patterns that are readable to others so apologies if it's a little messy. This pattern is intended for personal use only, i would love to see what people make if you do give it a go! Pattern and basic walkthrough images will be under the cut!

here is the basic pattern! it's very simple and i've written some rough instructions onto the pieces themselves as well. note that the side darts on the front of the bag can be completely ignored if you like. it just adds some extra shaping but isnt strictly necessary.

if you want to resize it should be relatively straightforward to, just adjust overall shape and size to your liking, i would recommend printing out the pattern and seeing how it sizes to your plush of choice, this pattern makes a backpack the size of what twig the bright orange fox is wearing in the photo, it is quite wideset, and will fit most bears but will be a little wide for something like a medium bashful jellycat. for something like a medium bashful i would suggest reducing the size overall of the main bag and keeping the bag strap length mostly the same. please note you will loose some length in the overall bag chamber once the flap is added. the most important things to keep in mind when resizing is width and bag strap length.

first you will want to cut out all your pattern pieces, first starting with the straps, fold in half and sew along the long edge, then turn the resulting tube through.

once your bag strap is turned through position the strap flat down on the sewing machine and sew along both edges to help it sit flat, you can iron the strap beforehand too if it's giving you a bit of trouble staying in position. that should leave you with two flat backpack straps! if you dont want to go to this trouble to make the straps, you can also just use some ribbon or elastic and skip this step

next you will want to sew on the little bit of velcro to the lining of the bag flap. and then to the corresponding front of the bag both while they are not sewn to anything else so it will hide the stitches.

then if you have cut the darts sew closed the darts on both the outer front and lining front. if you havent added the darts you can just skip this step.

you then want to sew together the bag flap lining and outside piece, making sure you sew inside out and then turn through.

pin or clip your main bag chamber lining together, i've found if using cotton you will loose a little length on the back piece if you sewed the darts, once sewn you can just cut the excess off.

next sew the outer back and front together, leaving little gaps at the lower corners for the bag straps to be sewn in place, then poke them evenly through the holes and sew them in place.

Turn through the main outer bag chamber, place the lining inside, and fold the edges of the front together, sew the front edge closed, leaving the back open for now

next you place the open end of the flap in between the lining and outer back of the bag and fold the edges of the lining and outer back together with the flap in the center, pin in place but dont sew it up just yet.

once that is positioned you can bring the bag straps up to the fold and place them inbetween the flap and the outer back, and make sure they arent twisted. then you can sew it together.

you should then have a finished plushie backpack that you can decorate with mini pins, bead keychains or just keep plain, and fill with lots of treasures from your plushies travels!

#backpack #tutorial #pattern #plushblr #jellycat

[asliceofzosan]

drabbles? I love drabbles! how about zosan tending to each other's wounds and maybe getting a little too close...

"I said to hold still you stupid mosshead—"

"Be fucking careful with that thing—!"

"Oh, as if you were so careful with yourself earlier!"

Zoro hissed again when Sanji dabbed at a nasty cut at his temple. It's a goddamn miracle that the assailant didn't cut his brains out in battle. Either it's a miracle or dumb luck. Sanji doesn't want to call it skill. Zoro's head was big enough as it is, thank you very much.

It's times like these where Sanji wishes Chopper went with them. Would have been nice to have him here to stitch up the swordsman's wounds in the middle of the damn forest. It also would help if he wasn't squirming so much every time Sanji moves.

"I hate you," Sanji murmurs as he starts the painstaking process of stitching. There's a hand that finds itself a spot on Zoro's head, long slender fingers tangled in green hair, and there's a slight tug of warning on those wayward strands.

"Don't. Fucking. Move."

It must have been the way Sanji's voice went dangerously low. Or the way the hand buried into his hair trembled with his grip. But Zoro stayed still this time, watching from his peripherals how focused the cook was, and his frustration simply melts away. He sighs. Because he understands. No matter how many times they've assured each other that they can take care of themselves, they are two of the most self-sacrificial idiots on the crew.

Zoro would probably be the exact same way.

Eventually, Sanji finishes, clipping the excess thread away, before relaxing his grip on Zoro's hair. But his hand stays there. He plays with the green strands absentmindedly as he examines the cuts on Zoro's face, making sure he didn't miss anything.

"Cook?"

"Hm?" When Sanji finally looks into Zoro's eyes, his breath hitches, and he realizes that their faces are so close together he can feel Zoro's breath against his skin. His face feels warm all of a sudden. "Oh."

Then Zoro's hand reaches up this time, his calloused fingers tracing Sanji's face for injuries that aren't there. And it's gentle. So gentle. Sanji can't breathe. The same hands that have murdered thousands in cold blood caressed Sanji's face like he was worth more than any treasure they could ever find.

"I'm here," Zoro says and he knows that images of a blood soaked Zoro are what flashes through his mind. Sanji's grip tightens again in Zoro's hair. The swordsman presses their foreheads together – warm and familiar and secure.

"Nothing can take me away from you." And Zoro's gaze is piercing. Unwavering. True. "Nothing. Okay?"

He says it with the cadence of a man taking a blood oath for a dead god — loyalty as a form of worship.

And Sanji takes the offering from the swordsman's lips when he leans in to kiss.

#hahaha why do i make things sadder than theyre supposed to #niki's asks #niki's log: op #niki's log: zosan drabbles #one piece #roronoa zoro #sanji #zosan #vinsmoke sanji

[welcomingdisaster]

would you maybe like to write maglor & fingon? 🥺 they do not interact in canon at all but in my head they're the bestest of friends they braid each other's hair they sing together they hold hands—

also you're very cool and you have correct takes on the silmarillion characters hope you're having a nice day!

heyy anon!! I'm so sorry it took me to long to finish this! <3 thank you for the ask & the wonderful compliment. hopefully you're still hanging around to see this! here is a little scene between them that directly contradicts canon but crawled into my brain after getting this ask and wouldn't leave.

The first thing that strikes him is just how much Makalaurë resembles his father.

Perhaps, on some level, Findekáno simply expects to see his uncle. He had not gone to treat with the Feanorian camp. Though both he and Turno had bid their father send them, speaking over each other in their conflicting haste, he had given leave to Lalwen only. 

It was she, then, who had brought back the news;  the father dead, the eldest son taking, and only the second son upon the throne as regent. Findekáno had scarce believed it then, and even now it feels like a strange, unpleasant dream. 

So part of him, as he ducks inside the main building of the fortified campsite — an unwieldy triangular structure of logs piled against each other, clearly built with haste years ago and decorated only recently — expects to see Fëanáro. 

But it is more than that. Makalaurë has, in Valinor, had not stood so; did not pull his shoulders so far back nor raise his chin proudly. He had worn his long raven hair loose, then, as in the way of poets and bards; now it is bound behind him, pulled back from his face. Findekáno had never before noticed the sharpness of his cheekbones, the severe angles of his face. 

He has colored his eyes with scarlet red; he wears Feanorian colors, the dizzying array of yellow, flame-red, sky-blue so unlike his usual style. His robes, Findekáno can tell, are too large, pulled together tighter at the waist and chest by silver clips. 

It is no mystery who they had once belonged to. 

No stitches to pull back the fabric. No cutting. It is as though he expects his father to return and to wear them.

The men that walk on either side of him are not guards, exactly, but neither are they friendly escorts. Findekáno brings with him only his hunting bow and his lyre — nothing of war. 

And yet one of the Feanorian men has already asked to take his arrows. He offers no explanation, no true justification; they will not have him meet the regent with his quiver, and that is all. 

He does not argue, though some childish part of him wishes to. The sun has risen, but little darkness is lifted from their hearts. 

But he does not bow to Makalaurë, the way he knows is expected of him. There is only so much of this game that he shall play. 

“Cousin,” Makalaurë says, his voice grave, regal; lower in pitch than Findekáno had ever heard it, “what have you come for?” 

Findekáno supposes they are not bothering with the formalities. Easier, then. 

“I need a horse,” he says, “a quick one, that shall bear me from this land and into the east.”

None of the horses their camp had brought survived the journey. He prefers not to think of the fate of those fine beasts. 

Makalaurë’s frown deepens. I have no time for this, it says. “Then have your father send a trade offer. Written.”

“You misunderstand,” Findekáno says, “my father does not know I am here.” 

Makalaurë’s brow furrows. He blinks hard, his eyes darting towards the window, towards the lake on the horizon. 

“What are you doing, cousin?” his voice is softer, higher; there is something melodious to it now.

Findekáno says nothing. 

Makalaurë looks eastward, tilting his head as though listening for something. There is something about the gesture that seems practiced, something of ritual about it; he has been looking eastward for thirty years. 

“Do you—” Findekáno himself has heard nothing. Felt nothing. 

Makalaurë shakes his head, wincing. It is not the apologetic wince of polite conversation; it is sharp, pained. Findekáno feels as though he has accidentally elbowed open a gut wound. 

“Only heartbeat, at times.” He turns away from Findekáno, striding towards the window. Leans heavily on the windowsill and raps his fingers against it, a dull noise of gloved hands against wood. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Findekáno wills himself not to be jealous of it. It is more than he has heard. 

“I need a horse,” he repeats, “Káno—” 

His cousin does not turn to look at him, but raises a hand, cutting him off. 

“Your brother,” he says, “your sister. Your father, for the sake of all that is holy, Finyo.” 

“I wrote him a letter,” Findekáno says, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, where papers lay folded against his heart, and holds it out, “if I do not come back...” 

This has Makalaurë turning towards him again, eyebrows raised, eyes wide. With his hair pulled back from his face as it is, his chin tilted back, it gives him an odd air, as though someone has taken him by the braid and yanked him back. His hands are raised, fingers splayed out. He steps back from the papers, unwilling to touch them.

“You cannot mean to leave that with me!” 

“I do not mean to give you a choice,” Findekáno says, “unless you should like the thought of my poor, bereaved father wondering what has happened to me. Thinking, perhaps, that I was overtaken by the rival camp, that Feanorian line that so wishes to undermine his power—” 

Makalaurë snatches the letter from him with such force the paper crumples. For a moment Findekáno thinks he is about to hit him. 

“Your brother,” he says again, a plea.

“I know,” Findekáno says, though he does not, “I know. I will return.” 

Makalaurë straightens out the paper. Spares it a glance then tucks it into his own pocket, breathing hard. 

“My father, wherever he may dwell now, has no more need for his horse,” he says, his voice returning to the lower pitch, “but she is fine and quick, of such hue that passes easily unnoticed in these forests. I will send word to have her ready for you.” 

“Thank you,” Findekáno says. 

His cousin does not meet his eye. Outside the wind whistles, and Findekáno listens for a heartbeat he does not hear. 

“You may go.” The words of a king, remembered a little too late, ill-fitting in the poet’s mouth.

Findekáno inclines his head forward, a little half-bow. Listens for a heartbeat he does not hear. “Until we meet again, then.” 

He turns to go, takes a two steps forward, and only then Makalaurë comes after him, a quick, half-hopping step forward to close the distance between them. Catches Findekáno’s wrist in his hand, his grip tight. 

Findekáno waits for him to speak. Makalaurë says nothing. His grip loosens, and his hand shifts down; now he holds Findekáno’s hand, his thumb pressing against his palm. 

“Finyo,” he says, and for a moment Findekáno thinks he will abandon it all to follow him, that they will leave together. Again his eyes drift eastward. But he only leans forward and presses his lips against Findekáno’s cheek, smelling of wine and tree-sap. “Goodbye,” he says.

And that is all. 

#maglor #fingon #lena speaks #thank you for the ask!! #my fic

[cheriboms]

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

Thank you to both @bttf-dork and @future-boi for tagging me in this ;w; also pika ur comments about my art WAHHHH ILYSM <33 oTL

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Since I only hopped on this time train towards the final third of the year lol: fully all the way through, at least 4! Otherwise I've jumped around a lot while looking for clips and references and stuff. So if I stitch all those together, then we'll say approx 5ish :) The first movie is my favorite one!

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what?

Noooo, I don't really have any merch for things I like, actually... it gives me too much anxiety to publicly show my interests ;w;

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

None LOL I don't really drink soda to begin with, but if I do, I prefer white (lemon lime) soda anyway :P

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

I'm going to be honest, I... don't read fanfic very much. 🫣 I usually end up creating my own stuff (art/writing) when I have free time vs looking at other people's, which ik I need to get better at T_T So I don't have a loooot to rec... that being said I MUST shout out "Emmett's first weather expirement." by @alex-a-fans !!! <3 It is my greatest treasure of the year <333

I also really liked "incredible" by @penny-anna, which I read before I officially entered le fandom ;w; lone pine doc and baby marty my beloveds !!!!!

Finally, like basically all of the Doctober prompts from @doctorbrown *O* Days 8, 22, and 30 are some of my favorites, but I really recommend them all oTL theyre SOOO GOOOOOD !!!!!

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

See: everything I reblogged. Jk but fr, everyone is so so talented it's really hard to choose :'0 Here's a bunch of some of my faves in no particular order!!

[x] from @hearts-for-winona | [x] from @maxintime | [x] from @future-boi | [x] from @bttf-dork | [x] from @synthsays and @daryfromthefuture | [x] from @therobotwig | [x] from @22194isbestboy | [x] from @mythical-bookworm | [x] from @mkayeatsspaghetii | [x] from @tobytost / @tobytost-star

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

Yes I did !!! It is actually the most fan content I've ever made for a fandom since I was in... maybe junior high? So like YUH. Tbh, it's very difficult for me to find what you would call 'pride' in my art so ehh >_>; that being said, I do think that I had a lot of good IDEAS for Doctober (esp days 19 and 28), but my execution wasnt really the best. I would have liked to draw days 17 and 24 (+ time travel day) a little more properly too; like, I'm not as disappointed at how they turned out, but I still wish they were better and/or I could have given them more time. The ones I most actually-tried-and-dont-mind are days 7, 9, and 21 + under the sea dance day. (So many links was probably cheating but tbf I've kinda bent the rules for the past few questions so... whatevs lol). I've ALSOOO still been working on my godforsaken essay, it is 40 pages rn but even tho it's not done, I'm INSANELY proud of it Q_Q

How many times were you late for school this year?

None! B) For one thing I'm graduated lol, but also I'm typically early gang. I'm that person who'd sit in the classroom by myself for like 5 minutes before everyone else would show up LMBO ^^;

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Yess I did!! A... lot actually :0 Most of them were by chance/pre bttf era, but still :P Here is my list as well as I could find, sorry it is soooo long, but what are ya gonna do:

Star Wars/The Mandalorian; The Addams Family (1991); The Tale of Desperaux (2008); Cyberchase; & Clue (1985) -- Christopher Lloyd, havent rewatched the latter 3 since I was a kid and literally went :0 to learn he apparently was in them. Also Kings Quest (2015) which isn't a movie/show but I think it counts uwu

Stuart Little (1999) -- Michael J. Fox, which also rocked my world to discover O_O like hearing it now I'm like "yeah thats him alright" but as a kid I would never have been able to tell you that was the same guy from that time travel movie, despite watching both way too much LMBO

Elf (2003) & Last Vegas (2013) -- Mary Steenburgen, nothing much to say except that she slayed ^_^

Love at the Christmas Table (2012) -- Lea Thompson, I didn't care for it and was shouting "LEA GET OUT OF THIS MOVIE, UR BETTER THAN THIS" like the whole time lol.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002) & Curious George (2006) -- apparently these have Donald Fullilove (Goldie Wilson) in them? Same w Jason Scott Lee (Whitey) in Lilo & Stitch (2002)??? And Star Wars/Kenobi show apparently had Flea (Needles)????? ...HUH.

I binged both the entirety of Law and Order: SVU as well as Seinfeld this year w my sister; apparently Mary Steenburgen, Lea Thompson, & Casey Siemaszko (3-D) are in at least one episode of the former, while Elsa Raven (Clocktower Lady) and Ricky Dean Logan (Data) are apparently in a random episode of Seinfeld each. So like, technically I saw them, tho I don't distinctly remember it :'D Also, I have been making my way through Little House on the Prairie recently, which has Matt Clark (Chester the Bartender) in a few episodes !

Finally finally finally, I watched I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore (2017), as well as the LOTR trilogy like. Twice? And they all have Elijah Wood of course >:3c

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

None in the wild, no :P But I did end up being in the top 0.1% of listeners for Huey Lewis this year... so UHHHHH take that as u will LMBO

How many times did you fall down this year?

Hmmm idk?? Probably at least 1 I would think ???

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

Nooo, I didn't even know it existed until like October !!! It looks super fun but atm/last I checked it doesn't come to where I live so :( I should listen to the soundtrack soon!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

At least three times, and then probably a few times I'm forgetting :P

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

The year in general is definitely "Oh great, the atrocity channel!" LMBO (but when hasn't it been since like... 2020? 2016???). For me personally, I think it's either "I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection." or "Don't talk to anyone, don't touch anything, don't do anything, don't interact with anyone, and try not to look at anything." ^^;

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I think I'm going to try to post more of the things I make, like my art and especially my writing ;w; Most of the time I'm quite George-ish and am too scared to put any of my stuff out there, for fear that no one will like it, so... I need to get better about that. Also I'd LIKE to get a full-time job and my own place some time next year, but we will see !!!

Idrk who to tag :0 ik @brinkle-brackle @mythical-bookworm and @alex-a-fans have already been tagged but havent technically done it yet... maybe also @backintime @tobytost @ectojester @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 @itsthemorph @doctorbrown @knickynoo and @fourth-dimensional-thinker :) but no pressure to do it, just didnt catch if youd been tagged or not!

#cherry tag games #back to the future #bttf-dork #future-boi #this took way too long to fill out LMBO #but im very happy to be included ;w; #so tysm !!! this was super fun :D

[randomshyperson]

https://www.tumblr.com/randomshyperson/734896904001961984/httpswwwtumblrcomrandomshyperson734623074843?source=share

Hiii, ik it's been a while sorry about that pooks but I watched it, they're so cute, Bobbie is so pretty I'm gay lol, and honestly same I haven't watched all of them bc I mostly watch the wlw seasons sorry not sorry, but Evak season it's just so good also I love how the use social media I think that's one of my favorites things, abt the vilde/Nora season oml actually that was the only one I watched besides the gays, but I genuinely don't like the Nora and other guy relationship it's so icky I'm sorry, and vilde is so cute I'm sorry I forget the name in Spanish I'm so bad with names, also the special clips with Joana that last season ate fr, and I too have beef with skam France 😒 and about the new fic

Ok so maybe I'm a bit dumb, but are we dead on the WandaVision fics, bc most of the time, I like to believe we for some reason, situation, circumstance we just grew apart yk, bc it's too sad to imagine we're actually dead, unless the fic very specifically says so, but, I want to know what you say dear author

-🐜

Oh my god, I love talking about Skam so it's your fault I got carried away and this got long.

YES, Nell Cattrysse (Bobbie) is insanely beautiful, both girls are in fact but that's no surprise because Skam has a talent for finding these supermodels for their roles, I remember seeing the Norwegian version as a teenager and being speechless at how beautiful Noora was. But anyway, I'm glad you liked the seasons!! I love knowing that someone else liked it, because it's my favorite series ever and I don't have any friends who watch it to talk about it. I can't judge you for going for the gays seasons, I think you're absolutely right actually. Time is precious and we must always prioritize queers' narratives. In the Spanish version, I think it was the intention that the couple (Nora and the toxic guy whose I don't remember name) gave us the ick, she would only be with Alejandro (the William of this version) at the end, and I heard something about the directors having decided on the narrative of an abusive relationship for Nora precisely because Norway William was toxic and the relationship was not well worked on. It was a dig at the original, I would say. In the end, none of the straight couples really interest me in almost any version. For me, the best Vilde to date is from NL Skam, she was very sweet and I feel so bad that she never got her own season. Druck's Vilde (Kiki) has the most striking personality and was very shippable with Mia (Noora in this version). MY BABY JOANA I HAVE NOTHING BUT PRAISES ABOUT HER - I can hardly believe she had a happy ending that didn't ignore the difficulties of her illness. And she was so beautiful in the extra scenes, it was so special. And I think we all have problems with Skam France, right? I still can't believe that of all the couples, the sapphics were the ones they separated. It was really frustrating. Good thing fanfics exist.

NOW SPEAKING OF WANDA -

I didn't think of an exact plot for these rewritten scenes; they are just one-shots really. Reader replaces Vision in the story and that's it - In one of them I mention that Reader is on the other side of the world being stitched back together giving the idea that the original was really dead but I didn't really think about any plot. We can pretend that Y/N is a representation of Wanda's love and grief created by the stone as Vision was, it is really the choice of whoever is reading. If I'm ever going to do a series about Wandavison, I'll definitely start from scratch and ignore these ones haha

now this is too long so byee <3

#ask box #🐜 #🐜 anon

[siletreas-workshop]

hello there!

I just saw your CotL cosplay and I absolutely love it! I’m planing of making one of my own and I’m wondering if I can use the pattern you used please? It’s alright if you don’t want to!

I unfortunately have no idea how to share the pattern!

I can tell you how I did it though!

(WARNING! your taking the advice of a autistic nerd who has never sewn clothes before and is terrible at math!)

I took old dot matrix printer paper (I suggest using tissue gift wrap paper instead if you can) and taped them together into a 48 page rectangle paper (8X6) before making a hemisphere approx 5 inches in from the outer pages edge...then it was about 20-21-22 inches (your going to have to play with that number) to space out the points equally so it would be identical on each side while also being evenly spaced! I drew lines back to the center-point for each point of data (the points and the inner points) then for the inner points its exactly 11 inches in from the edge of the hemisphere!

at this point I was exhausted because I'd been crawling on my swept floors for 3-5 hours doing way too much math and measurements... so I suggest grabbing a soda or something and having a good stretch before continuing!

when your sewing it I actually sewed THROUGH the paper (it was a nightmare and I do NOT recommend it even though I got perfectly straight lines) I then dabbed the sewed seams with a few drops of water to get the paper to cleanly pop off the seams!

now I used a polyester twin sized fitted bed sheet (I took the elastic out and ironed it) and so I sewed through both layers and turned it inside out before doing a extremely small stitch alllllll along the outer edge of the cloak avoiding a 8 inch area at the central top area of the coal for a neckline/neck access (stitching from the edge should be slightly thinner then a Apple charging cord for thickness or half a centimeter if that makes sense) and I used small Bulldog clips to secure things in this project as I prefer then and I'm terrible with pushpins!

the next hassle will be the shoulder seams! (this was a massive PITA!) now I don't know about you...but I'm autistic and I don't like feeling seams in my clothes! but initially I put on the cloak and gathered where it was bunching evenly on each side and pinned it using larger bulldog clips to help me shape things out! I also had to make another bunch near the back of the neck on both sides as well so I had 4 seams total for doing the neck and shoulders! my shoulders are pretty broad for a woman so mine went around 5 inches long for the seams! that's both the shoulder ones and the neck ones! (honestly mine was a bit of a mess but it looks like the mod of the blog "Wasteless Crafts" knows what they're talking about so I suggest talking to them or looking at their post here https://wastelesscrafts.tumblr.com/post/669271039396724736 ) so when I was bringing in the seams to fit it I opened up the neck area and inverted the bulldog clipped angles so that I wouldn't have any seams touching my skin! it was a tedious nightmare lining everything up... but it does feel great! make sure after sewing the little triangle shaped seams to help shape the shoulders and neck areas to trim the excess before slipping it back inside the lining of the cloak!

now that you should have the fitted neck area done! (srsly find a tutorial don't trust me for this because mine is a nightmare with a happy ending!) feel free to take another break for a soda and a stretch because that was hard! and your doing great!

now onto the ribbon! my ribbons about a inch wide and I measured it 2 inches from the very outside edge of the cloak to the very bottom edge of the ribbon! bulldogging the top of the ribbon every inch to keep it straight! for the inner corners it was easy as I just tucked the ribbon under at a angle to create a straight line down the center and a point at the top! sew the bottom edge of the ribbon down first! half a centimeter or closer if possible for inner points I used bulldog clips to hold the points as I went along!

now the outer points are a sharper angle! and your going to have to measure the tip of the first ribbon to get your measurement for how far the sharply the ribbon needs to go to into the point... for me it was 2 inches from the edge and 3 and a half inches from the point tips! (I used the measuring tape every inch to ensure I had it working correctly and was centered!) now when your sewing the tip you have to sew the ribbon straight down to EXACTLY where the center of the point is! keep the needle down and put your machines foot up so you can grab that ribbon and pull it to create the sharp angle! make sure you keep everything in the fold under the edge of the ribbon and pin it using the good ol bulldog clips exactly 2 inches from the edge! you'll refine the points to look good while doing the top edge!

once the ribbon is finally attached on one side you can start on the infamous top edge! sew it as close as you did the other one! when you get to a inner point you sew to the very upper tip of the inner point of the ribbon and then run the seam DIRECTLY down the center of the ribbon just barely sewing down the fold-line! as close as humanly possible! if you have to hand-crank the machine then do it! go down and then back-stitch it up before continuing! when getting to a lower point your actually going to have to use tweezers and probably hand-crank the machine as you'll need to gently snip part of the ribbon and use tweezers to fold and hold it in the correct position and you do that same ultra close sewing down the ribbon center and back-stitch up!

now your ribbon should be done after 5 inner points and 4 outer points (end points are just folded over and sewn down around the edge of the cloak to prevent fraying)

srsly take a hydration and stretch break now because you've done a lot!

now comes the final touches! you smooth out the fabric and use your small bulldogs to pin the bias tape to the neck area! sealing up the neck and finishing the cloak! I left a edge of around 1 and a half inches of overlay of bias tape on one side so I could gently sew some velcro in to keep it closed! (my bias tape was a bit thin so I think I may reinforce my velcro with a snap-clip as its a bit weak)

and with all that done you now have a cute lamb cultist fleece!

and incase anyone else is reading this and has no idea what this is all for I will include a link back to my OG Lamb Cloak/Fleece post here!

https://www.tumblr.com/siletreas-workshop/696408803675127808

#cotl #cotl lamb #cotl fanart #cotl fleece #cotl cosplay #cult of the lamb #cult of lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #siletrea #siletreas workshop #Sil says stuff #siletreasworkshop #sewing #polyester #autism #autistic dork #I'm probably the last person who should be giving sewing advice

[emchovy]

WHAT I READ IN APRIL 2023:

Okay, so this one is actually a bit of an aberration. Normally, these are full of manga, and I'm like, jokingly apologetic about it, but I read SO MANY NOVELS in April. Unfortunately, nearly all of them were Star Trek tie-ins. I read SIX, coming in right under the threshold of seven that my roommate said she'd be worried about me at. Woo-hoo! As such, though, this month I'm gonna separate out the reading into two sections, one for Star Trek, and one for the other two books I read! With no further ado, let's go!

Star Trek Tie-In Novels:

(Instead of alphabetical, the Star Trek section's gonna be chronological. It will also contain SPOILERS for the DS9 relaunch series.)

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - The Left Hand of Destiny Book One by J. G. Hertzler and Jeffery Lang

Alright, the first book of the Star Trek relaunch that I read! (Other than A Stitch in Time, which kinda counts.) I was expecting to not like this one very much, but I ended up enjoying it a lot. Martok is a really well-drawn character, and his struggle against what he sees as his destiny is compelling. The bummer things are the fact that his wife and daughters die (feels like a waste of characters, to be honest) and there's a LOT of old guys disguising themselves as beggars wandering around. Also, as a random note, it's a little funny that the villain just basically have the Dune Voice.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - The Left Hand of Destiny Book Two by J. G. Hertzler and Jeffery Lang

As just a direct sequel to the first book, there's not a ton different to say about this one, other than the titular Left Hand of Destiny payoff was very good!

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Avatar Book 1 by S.D. Perry

I'm actually familiar with S.D. Perry's work, as I read all of those Resident Evil novels she wrote. I also enjoyed this book a lot. Ezri's conflict within it is great, the Enterprising swinging by for a visit was fun, two women talk to each other not about a man, Kira's storyline as she struggles with her faith is so compelling, and Jake and Nog get some WONDERFUL moments together. Really enjoyed this one.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Avatar Book Two by S.D. Perry

Pretty much the same as the previous sequel, I'd also say that this book's final moments with Jake, and the hanging mystery of his disappearance is incredibly compelling. Also, it's made me really like Kasidy Yates, when I was so neutral before.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Section 31 - Abyss by David Weddle and Jeffery Lang

Julian fights a Tumblr sexyman to stop him from doing genocide. Great book. Ezri's faith in Julian shaking because of his Fucked Up Actions was compelling, and Section 31 continues to be a weird, credible threat. Also, the Jem'Hadar Taran'atar gets a lot of focus here, and he's evolving into one of my favorite characters.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Gateways - Demons of Air and of Darkness by Keith R.A. DeCandido

Are these titles getting maybe too long? (The answer is yes). Anyway, I enjoyed this book but all of the standout moments seem to have left my head instantly. Uhhhh, I enjoyed the Gul Dukat fakeout with Macet, and Kira wrestling with her feelings around Cardassians is always interesting. I literally can't remember the other stuff I enjoyed while reading it, but it was there! This was a good one, I promise!

Everything Else:

Love, Hate, and Clickbait by Liz Bowery

This is a romance novel I read that I swear to god is just Veep DanJonah fanfic with the serial numbers filed off. It's a decent romance novel, and I read it in a morning.

Fantastic Four: Doomgate by Jeffery Lang

This is UHHHHHH another tie-in novel. This one being for the Fantastic Four. I bought it mainly for the scene between Doctor Doom and Mr. Fantastic everyone clips, and that scene is very good. However the novel in general is just okay, with a couple standout lowpoints being the Sue Storm Epic Landlord Grandstanding (cringe) and spelling Matt Murdock's last name wrong!

That's all for April. Truly a month full of Star Trek and also rain. Hopefully, by the end of May I'll have diversified a little.

#em noise #em reads

[allgather]

“this is the only way to keep you safe.” / y...yknow

@mellodiies <3

over months, as casual dates have turned into something far more attached, jonouchi has picked up the scraps of information about mello's work and tried to stitch them into a full picture. he knows what he's been told ( that his boyfriend is a police detective, that it's dangerous work, that the less jou knows, the better ) and his heart, warm as it beats in his chest, urges him to trust it. it whispers, mello loves you and you love him. he isn't lying to you. but there's an addendum his mind can't ignore: he isn't lying. not outright, at least.

time drags on, and their entanglement grows. mello is everywhere, in all parts of his life. pictures of them on jou's fridge and the bulletin board at the garage, mello's clothes in their own drawer at his place, his beat up bomber jacket finds new life around his partner's slight frame, and it all makes him so damn happy. but - he's been around the block enough and knows what it looks like to take a beating. jou isn't smart but he knows what he sees. and what he sees, through a slipping facade, is trouble.

when he tells him he's worried, mello waves him off. he can't count how many times he has heard that sweet voice telling him you worry too much, katsuya. and yeah, he does, but tonight the worry lingers because this isn't just a tender rib or an unexplained scrape. this is a whole black eye. it's too familiar for jou to let him brush it aside ( he knows what it looks like too well. to wear the evidence of running with the wrong crowd. to lie through his teeth about it. and it makes his stomach lurch ). jonouchi presses, asks to know more, and mello responds in a voice that is clipped. quick words filled to the brim with emotion. "this is the only way to keep you safe."

jou has the distinct feeling he is in over his head, but stubborn boy that he is, he's never known when to call it quits. and he's in it for the long haul, now. even if he doesn't know what mello means. even if he feels like he's missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.

"please, mihael." a hand comes across the table, placing it over his lover's. wishes to press skin against skin, tugs gently at the gloves he still wears. jou can't bear to be separated by another thing. "i'm safe, i am, i just want to know that you are, too. and if you aren't - i can help you." rambling, unsteady, but so god damn earnest it hurts. "if you're in trouble, i want to help. it scares me when you're hurt. it scares me that i don't feel like i know what's going on."

a breath and it's shaky. jou tightens his hold on mello's hand. "you can trust me. if you're in trouble, we can figure this out. together. please, let me help you."

#mellodiies #(jonouchi) #they <3 #it sucks bc its like. yeah he Does Trust you thats not the ISSUE the ISSUE is shits more fucked than you KNOW jou #: (

[kirbots-world]

hey, Kirbot's mum here (Kirby hi hello) just wanted to let you know that this blog is still active and I'll be starting a Comic here soon!

Kirbot was first created when I amassed so many of screenshots from watching cartoons and old viddy game playthroughs, that I ran out of space on my phone. so. I made a Twitter Bot that would tweet them, as a way to share them.. and get them off my phone

I named her Kirbot (because I am so clever and smart) and doodled a character design based on a robot I made when I was a little apple, on some children's Robot Making Browser Game

unfortunately, for whatever reason the bot stopped working (I'm pretty sure the bot system thing I was using shut down/was deleted/whatever, so I cranked Kirbot into Manual and started tweeting myself. that's when the character of Kirbot started to take shape, and I fell in love with this weird robot.. and then I moved to Tumblr because there's more you can do with posts here and also Twitter SUCKS

it has been, A Year Or So Or More since I actually drew her last, so naturally, me redrawing her resulted in me redesigning her too, Because I Am Such A Cool And Consistent Artist. but rather than just update this blog's profile picture and be done with it, I wanted to make a little story explaining it!

I originally recorded Many Of Clips of gameplay footage that I was going to stitch together into my own video (with my own art included occasionally) but.. that became Increasingly Overwhelming, so, I was Then going to take said clips, make them Gifs, and then make a post Here with the Gifs as a weird Silent Story, but then I realised how long it's been since I've actually.. drawn comics, and since my future stories are more written now, doing a small comic on the side for a while sounds fun!

so, page by page I'll be posting a comic on here! drawn by me, including occasional game screenshots and even some photography by me too! it is a little story of Kirbot, and a wacky adventure she goes on! and how she dies

after the comic! Kirbot will then hopefully be posting something every Friday! whether it's some screenshots, art, or most likely even just a single emoji or nonsense text (gives me something to do and helps add Some sort of schedule/task to my life)

I hope that make sense! and I hope you look forward to/enjoy the comic I'm cooking up :-]

- Kirby Girl ⛄

#thank

[shadeswift99]

This could be retconed a million ways- but as it stands Keralis really couldn't be in space for months while uploading videos very much not in space as of a few weeks ago. So how do you feel about the kinda angsty theory I have that Tango got knocked out pretty early in flight and is currently dreaming a version of events where 1: his friends are there to support him 2: he has a cool spaceship fight with grumbot 3: he is ultimately successful. If I could guess how this would culminate would be with Tango waking up back on Hermitcraft after emergency landing post moon big plots actual resolution. Triumphantly shouting that he saved the day, only for Holsten to remark "what do you mean you idiot I did all the work." (Referring to the emergency landing) Only for Tango to assume Holsten is just being a jerk and go on believing that he saved everyone.

Ok. Ok ok ok. I'm going to do my best to give that idea due credit because it's extremely good and honestly possibly pretty close to what might be happening, but by pointing out the Keralis thing you've also enabled me to finally talk about the thing I've been thinking ever since the episode -

My personal take on it being:

That's Not Keralis

I have seen nobody talk about this so far. But the one thing I was thinking throughout that entire interaction between Tango and "Keralis" was just...this is off. Wrong with a capital W. When Tango first walks up to the shop and Keralis does the little Pass 'n' Gas jingle, I could have sworn that same clip got directly replayed after Tango walked though the door instead of Keralis just singing it again. And then all through that conversation, Keralis's responses just seemed to Not Quite Line Up, in different ways than just the actual information given.

He answered questions too quickly. He talked for too long after Tango started talking. At times the audio layered over each other in such a disjointed way that I was having trouble focusing, and I've never gotten that from a Tango epsiode before, or from any of the Hermits for that matter. These people are professionals: they have literal years of practice in how to order their speech and wait their turn to build out a good entertainment experience. It stuck out to me at first for that reason, and I wondered why Keralis was being so oblivious to the flow of conversation, but then as things went on it started to get downright unnerving. As in, pause-the-video-and-reload-it-for-a-sanity-check, no-way-in-hell-is-this-just-lag unnerving.

Something about the way it all came together, the way the conversation deteriorated over time, the way neither of them ever acknowledged it...it was almost like "Keralis" was just repeating lines. Stitching together collections of gathered words and phrases into hack-job new meanings, like too-long bones shoved into a hollow, floppy skin. Like someone - or something - making itself into a collage of Keralis out of salvaged and stolen scraps of personality.

Okay, maybe it's a little bit of a reach. Maybe I'm extrapolating too much. But you're right: he couldn't have been there that long. He couldn't have been there that long, and Tango co-owns Pass 'n' Gas, and wouldn't he know if they had a space location? Keralis claimed to be "making bank out here". Pass 'n' Gas profits are split. Why did Tango never see a cut?

But he didn't question it. He looked right into these eyes

And he didn't question a thing.

I'm not saying there's a mildly hypnotic alien scamming people and pretending to be Keralis in a fake Pass 'n' Gas in space. But I'm certainly not saying there isn't one.

#ask #Hermitcraft spoilers #keralis #tangotek #PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED THAT #it was full uncanny valley WEIRD #just the rising sense of Oh Shit This Feels Wrong all through that conversation was #so unexpected and so subtle but so There #like it could just be voice mod lag but no - no it couldn't have #voice mod lag would *increase* the gap between people speaking as the questions and responses took longer to process #this was a decrease - #yeah i don't care if my theory is right or not it's weird and I'm sticking to it #there's a Not-Keralis and I'm not sure what its goal or origin is but it can't be good #also. also. #*frantic waving of signal flags in a Solar-ward direction* #/Keralis mimic，you say??/ #shade rambles

[ocean-in-my-rebel-soul]

“I thought you didn’t want me.” for Meribela?

Thanks for the prompt!...that I'm filling six months later... Welp, better late than never! I don't write these two much, so here's hoping it works!

@dadrunkwriting

Merrill x Isabela

Rated: G

Tags: angst, immediately after the Arishok duel, iffy coping mechanisms

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Smoke still lingers, heavy and soggy like a wet blanket dragged over Kirkwall's buildings and stairs as Merrill slogs her way back to the alienage. Blood still pools in the streets from the Arishok's assault on the city. Creators, everything in her aches, something bone-deep and exhausted; too many people needed help, and she needed something to pull her mind from the battle at the Viscount's Keep, so she exhausted her healer's kit and her remaining strength stitching up every wound she found.

Bela had come this close to dying; Merrill knows she'll be out of town on the first ship she can find. Hawke had almost died trying to save her, and it's still touch-and-go whether or not they'll survive their wounds. Merrill's mishmash little family is trying to shrink again. Maybe it's the way of her life, that she is to lose everyone she loves. The thought settles like rancid halla milk in her belly and raises her hackles with what promises to be another dry-heave.

She stumbles on the final stair into the alienage. Lancing pain shoots up her legs when Merrill falls to her knees. "Fenedhis—I'll fall and break my neck at this rate." She rubs her knuckles into her eyes for a moment before heaving herself to her feet.

"Careful there, kitten, careful." Warm hands land at Merrill's shoulders when she sways unevenly. "Looks like a stiff breeze could knock you over."

Merrill glares at the ground. "Thanks," she says, clipped, and shakes herself from Bela's grip. Merrill crosses her arms over her balled fists and stalks off toward her little cottage.

"Kitten, wait."

Merrill speeds up into a half-jog across the broken cobblestones. Bela swears and her jewelry chimes together discordantly as she follows. The cottage is a scant hundred feet away, and Merrill breaks into a run. Her heart bolts rabbit-fast in her ears.

"I just want to talk!"

Merrill flings herself at the door. There hadn't been enough time to lock it earlier in the afternoon when the Qunari had attacked, and in Mythal's mercy, it is in remarkable shape. The door groans as Merrill barrels inside, torn askew on its hinges in the assault, and it sticks in the frame when she slams it shut behind her.

Bela pounds on the other side a second after Merrill throws the latch and locks the door. "Merrill, come on—let me in!"

"I don't want to talk to you!" she yells back. Tears sting her eyes, and Merrill roughly wipes them away on her knuckles. Her nails bite half-moons into the heels of her palms. "Go away!"

A thud hits the door, followed by a long slide. Bela sighs. "I know I messed up, Merrill," she says. "And I—I've thought about it. A lot. You and Hawke must have... must have rubbed off on me or something. So I came back."

Another thump on the door, lower now—Bela slumps against the door and bangs her head lightly on the wood. She's staying, for now.

It hits Merrill dully, from a distance. Her own legs shake and she catches herself on the door. Sliding to the dusty floor, she lands hard, legs splaying before her.

"You made me feel like you didn't want me."

The tears come down in earnest. Merrill tips her head back and lets them drip down her cheeks. "You—you left that night. You've talked about returning to the sea and taking me with you, and you left me here." Her voice warbles and she wipes angrily at her face again. "I said I loved you, Bela, and I woke up alone."

Long fingers inch into the gap under the too-short door. They quest and find Merrill's hip, pet awkwardly at the hem of her shirt. "I know. I spent a long time ignoring it. And then a long time thinking about it."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"No, I—" Bela knocks her head against the door again and curses a low streak. She sniffs roughly. "Merrill—oh Maker's taint, I'm not crying, for fuck's sake," she mutters to herself, so quiet that Merrill only just catches it. "Get it together."

Bela sighs. "I couldn't stop thinking about it, you know, once I started. Feelings are dumb, kitten, and here I am, having them. You know, this morning I wasn't sure what would be worse: having to face the Qunari and return the stupid tome, damn the consequences, or having to do all that and then face you," she says with an incredulous snort.

"People died because of them," Merrill mutters. Because of you, she doesn't say, because Bela knows that already and it's not helpful to bring it up right now. Bela can talk about that with someone else. Merrill is too tired to do it. She wipes her eyes and draws her knees to her chest, bends down enough to rest her head on them. "What do you really want, Bela?"

Silence meets her question. Merrill gnashes her teeth. "At least do me the kindness of answering me," she calls through the door.

"Believe me, kitten, I'm trying," Bela grunts. The door thumps again. "What—" She cuts off on a cough, clears her throat, and tries again. "Do I still... Is this still safe harbor?"

"Safe harbor," Merrill murmured. Her hand found Bela's and she laced their fingers together. Bela blinked, almost like she was surprised, but surely she knew, right? Merrill had said it in all the ways she knew how—murmured against her skin in the night, woven in the living shield Merrill casts in battle to protect her back, hammered into the fine edge of the dagger she'd saved for over most of a year to have commissioned for Bela's last birthday. Tonight she whispered it into Bela's heart, skin sweat-slick and chest heaving, feverish. "Ar lath ma, Bela, ma vhenan. You always have a home with me."

Bela smiled. "C'mere, kitten," she said, and she pulled Merrill into a bruising kiss, her trembling hand wandering down Merrill's ribs and over her belly with a singular purpose.

And then Merrill woke up alone.

"I want to come home, Merrill. If you'll let me." A beat. "If you'll have me."

"Bela—"

"I know I'm bad at this, kitten. I know. And I want to try anyway. For you. For our misfit family."

Merrill knocks her forehead on her knees and squeezes her eyes shut. "And I'm just—I—Creators, Bela! What am I supposed to do?"

"Let me in so I can apologize properly, I hope. It's dark and fucking cold." She falls silent. "I really am sorry, Merrill, and I want to make it better."

Something twists in Merrill's gut, wounded and hurting and full of aching rage. She drags in a shaking breath. "You'll have to talk to the others," Merrill says. "You'll have to, you'll have to apologize, and explain, and all that. And you'll have to ask them for forgiveness, too, especially Hawke, and maybe they'll all be nice and give it to you. Then maybe..." Merrill sniffs and wipes her face on her trousers. "Then maybe you can ask me for forgiveness, too. Later."

"...that's fair," Bela sighs. She thumps her head on the door again. "Really screwed everyone over, didn't I?"

Merrill unfolds herself and stands up with a groan, wobbles against the door. She scrapes her nails down the wood. "You'll need to talk about that with all of them. I'm—I'm going to bed."

She gets a step away before she turns back, some needy thing scraping at the inside of her ribcage, and yanks open the door. Bela scrambles to her feet; she barely has time to protest before Merrill's got her hand wrapped around Bela's wrist and pulls her, hard, into the cottage. Merrill kicks the door shut behind them and leans back against it, tugging Bela to follow until her arms bracket Merrill in.

There's no doubt as to what this is. Surely Bela knows. Surely Bela understands. Merrill can't say it any plainer, not again.

"I thought you said you're going to bed."

"I am. We are. If you want."

Bela searches her face. "It's not this easy," she whispers, her brows pinching lightly in confusion.

"No," Merrill says. She reaches up to cup Bela's cheek, rubs her thumb along the edge of her bottom lip. "But it has been a long, terrifying day, and I'm tired, and I—" her voice warbles again "—I've missed you so very much."

Relieved warmth pools in Bela's gaze when it flicks to Merrill's lips. "I've missed you, too, kitten." She dips her head and gently, more than Merrill expects, presses their mouths together.

She sighs into it and lets her hands fall to the neckline of Bela's tunic, curling into the fabric and anchoring her pirate queen to her. "If you stay, we're going to have to talk about all of this in the morning," Merrill murmurs.

Another wave of tears threatens to fall. If.

She shakes her head against the thought and winds her arms around Bela's neck. Her heart hammers in her chest, breaking it open; Merrill has to hold it together, smother everything down against the lean lines of Bela's body to keep her heart from pelting into Bela's hands again.

"I know."

It's not fair that Bela could just leave like that, before. That Merrill wants her anyway, now. Bela trails kisses along the edge of her jaw, nudges her into tipping back enough that she can trail her lips down the sensitive skin just below her ear. Her laughter ghosts over Merrill's skin when she can't help the shudder that trembles through her.

It's not fair. Bela was gone for months, and Merrill loves her just as much now as then, even though it burns.

She closes her eyes at the frisson of selfish want that bolts through her. I know, Bela says, and Merrill desperately wants to believe.

But Bela always told her she's too trusting, too open-hearted, and where has that gotten Merrill so far? Empty-handed, empty-hearted, and lonely.

Merrill drags in a shuddering breath. The morning will come soon enough, and she can't waste any more time worrying about the inevitability of Bela's coming departure.

"Take me to bed," she whispers, and she lets herself be hauled off, curled tight into Bela's embrace, unable to let her go for even a moment.

She’s survived the dawn of every morning before. She will survive it again.

#da drunk writing circle #Merrill #Isabela #Meribela #prompt fill #ocean writes #dragon age 2 #da2

[mousechuckles]

I was getting some questions about my process in procreate, so I just put this together. More under the cut!

1. Start with a rough sketch! It just has to be clear enough, so that when I start painting, I know where things are supposed to go. I use references throughout the whole process, but especially now! If I get something wrong here, it'll be a pain to fix later after I start adding in values and color and all the fun details.

2. I make 2 layers, one for the body and one for the helmet, just painting in the basic shapes. Then, I make 2 clipping mask layers, one for each of those. I could have more, but for a painting like this, it's not really necessary.

3. I start to lay in some values on the clipping mask layers with the flat brush. For this particular painting, I wasn't sure what colors I wanted yet, so I stuck to greyscale. Whenever you're making anything, whether it's with graphite or an apple pencil, the pressure you use is super important. Constantly pressing really hard gives you less control over your stroke. Another helpful thing to remember is painting big to small. At this point, I'm not thinking about the little scratches on his armor (at least I shouldn't be). Right now, I'm using a bigger size for my brush and later I can zoom in with a smaller one.

4. Then I made a copy of my work so far and duplicated it a couple times in a new canvas. I played around with the gradient map tool and color drop to try to quickly find something that stands out! Something I learned just recently is that you can adjust the reach a color drop has. Super helpful!

5. After finding a palette I liked, I go back to my first canvas and used the same method again to get those colors. This is a bit convoluted and only cause I don't like to work without having a clear direction in mind. If I know my colors right away, I'd probably skip the greyscale and color comps, and go straight to this step.

6. This is where the fun begins! Still looking at my references, I begin to render the form. I use a combination of the flat brush and smudge tool to build in the values. Once the basic values are there, I started to give the armor some texture. I used the dry brush and oil brush to add nicks and scratches. I also used some from the comics MaxPack set.

7. After finishing the helmet, I start to focus more on the body, using the same technique. I use the flat brush to define the large shadows on the pockets and bring it to a teeny size to add the stitches. I try to always keep the basic light logic principles in mind.

8. Last step is to take a break! I've been looking at this thing for too long, and if there's anything wrong I can't tell. I come back to look at it later and give itty bitty finishing touches. Maybe a highlight gets too bright, or an edge isn't as defined as I would like. Then I call it done!

Thanks for reading! I want to say I'm definitely still learning about painting digitally and I'm no professional! This isn't the best way to work, but it's my method. Hopefully this rambling mess was helpful to some of you!! If there's any questions I can do my best to answer :)

#fives #arc trooper fives #star wars fanart #procreate process #portrait #tcw #myresources

[magalidragon]

Silent Shadows | Chapter 14: the journey | a teaser

"How are things with you and Arsehole?"

That was pretty not at all subtle. She rolled her eyes. "Arsehole?"

Arya shrugged. "He's been a total toolbox the last few days, I wanted your take on why." She wagged her tongue and eyebrows. "You not putting out or something?"

"Arya!"

"What? Maybe he just needs to get laid."

She rolled her eyes, her turn now to be irritated. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the exam table, wrestling with telling Arya the full truth. It wasn't like she didn't know. By now, six months after she'd gone to Essos for her surgery, things had shifted, enough so that the ones closest to her and Jon were fully aware of them.

It had gone around town rather quickly, the vet moving in with the deaf wolf owner. It took a few months, her possessions slowly migrating from the apartment above the office to Jon's house-- their house-- until one morning Jon just asked her flat out if she wanted to move in. He had been very Jon about it all.

He was brushing his teeth, while she washed her face, side-by-side sinks, very domestic, and after he spit out the toothpaste, met her gaze in the mirror and signed: "Do you live here now? If not, you should." Then he turned around and walked out.

Dany raked her fingers through her hair, letting it fall out of the messy braid she'd tugged it into that morning, in a rush to get out and to the clinic in time for her first appointment. The distance between the house and the clinic had been the only thing she didn't much care for when it came to moving in with Jon. She began to rebraid her hair, quietly speaking to Arya. "It's jus tbeen hard, the last few months."

"I know," Arya murmured.

They were referring to Ghost's attack, the terrifying moment when they thought that all would be lost. She had been more scared than any moment in her life combined, focusing on every ounce of training in her bones, healing the animal that gave her loved one his voice. Without him, Jon could not speak, and with everything else in their life, losing Ghost was not an option.

Thank the gods that had not happened, he was recovering well, still weak and slow, but healing. So was Jon, his heart having been ripped from his body at the sight of his beloved companion bleeding in the snow, and lying in the operating room while she stitched him together. They had been through too much to let it get to them, but it had been exhausting.

Six months of constant upheaval, they were still there. She figured Jon was allowed a few days to be an arsehole, even if it pissed off Arya. "I told him I didn't want to do another round yet," she mumbled, digging her toe into a groove in the tile. It was aged, desperately needing replacing, just another thing on her 'to do' list.

Coat rustling, Arya moved back from the window, and went over to stand next to her, lightly touching her hand. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"It is what it is, you know?" The surgery had been successful, Mel said, removing scar tissue and other adhesions, and so with the first round they hoped it would take, but she was prepared for the worst. It hadn't, which had been devastating for them both.

She blamed herself for getting Jon's hopes up too. He was all in, from the moment he'd appeared in that hospital hallway to the way he'd 'artfully' proposed he'd be her donor. They didn't speak much about another round, until two months later, and that hadn't worked. This time she was saving up for another go, knowing Jon could afford it but not wanting his trust fund to be depleted because her stupid body couldn't do the one thing that it should do as a female.

Arya quirked her lip. "It just isn't time. Ghost's attack, moving in together...perhaps it's for the best right now."

"Yeah, I tell myself that too." They didn't bother to prevent it, didn't stop, but she was growing weary of 'scheduling' their lovemaking to when it was most conducive to pregnancy. She chewed her bottom lip, thinking of the box that was in her bag, waiting for when she went home, just in case. She was late. Maybe this time...

She didn't want to tell Arya just yet. She didn't even want to tell Jon. Sometimes she didn't even want to tell herself. It was a constant struggle. She chewed on her bottom lip a moment and then forced a smile, when Arya gave her a furrowed frown. "I'm fine," she lied.

"Uh-huh."

Of course Arya would not believe her. She was so protective. It was a blessing and a curse. She patted her hand, reassuring. "Seriously. Things will be fine. We're also getting used to things."

"Like what? Can I help? Gendry moving in with me was the weirdest thing ever. I thought I knew all his strange habits but then..." Ayra shuddered. "Men."

Dany laughed. She shrugged and knelt down to pet Lady, needing something to do with her hands. "Oh just all kinds of things. I had to get a sleep mask for his light alarm. Learning how to approach him so I don't scare him. Sometimes the silence can be a lot. I don't watch much TV but it's odd."

"He doesn't care about that, you know."

"I know, but I do." There were also the flashing lights on the microwave, the oven, and some other assistive devices she hadn't realized were even there until she moved in. Strobe lights in place of smoke and carbon monoxide detectors. Red blinking light over the door if someone was there, motion detected. There was also a vibrating device in the bed, she'd discovered, that could be hooked up to alarms to wake him, but he didn't use it.

"Freaks me out sometimes," he signed, when she asked why not. He smiled lecherously. "But we can find an alternative use for it."

Jon, always the resourceful one.

She clipped Lady's leash to her harness, standing and passing it over to Arya. "Then there's just the weird habits. You're right, men are weird."

"Jon has to be the weirdest."

"I don't know about that, but he does have some quirks." He hated laundry, waited way too long to do it, and it drove her insane. There was also the way he sometimes 'pretended' not to hear when she knew damn well he'd seen her signing, feigning surprise when she asked why he wasn't 'listening.' Usually when it was related to chores. Otherwise they had settled into a routine.

Arya walked out of the room with her, allowing Lady to lead the way to the door. "Well if you ever need a drink, let me know. Tormund misses you."

"I know, I have to stop by and see him."

"Rickon also says he wrote a song about you, he wants to send it to you, but needs your email." Arya rolled her eyes. "I shudder to think what he says in it."

Dany laughed. She liked Rickon and it seemed Rhaegar did as well. He had connections to the music industry in Essos and was looking into getting RIckon's band a few gigs. "I'll let Rhae know."

"Your hottie brother is so weird."

"Ew! He is not a hottie!"

Arya shrugged. "Sansa has a crush on him, don't tell her I told you that."

Dany pretended to gag, opening the door for Arya and Lady. She gestured for her to leave, with a flourish. "And with that, I bid you farewell. I also need to burn out my eyes, because my brother is not hot." Annoying and melancholy, yes. Hot? No way.

"Whatever. I think he's hot."

"Arya!" She made a face, sticking out her tongue. "Well, then let me tell you that your cousin is super hot and kept me up all night long last night with his..."

"Ew! Shut up!" Arya slapped her hands over her ears, closing her eyes tight. "La, la, la, la!"

She smirked. "Two can play that game."

"Goodbye bitch."

"Later." She made another face and waved, Lady hopping off excitedly towards the truck. She leaned against the door frame a moment longer, watching Arya drive away. It was nice to have someone close. Someone to joke with when things got tough. Her friendship with Arya had been a constant for her to rely on during her time in the North, even during those hard times with Jon. Missandei was so far away. Even if Dany was still trying to convince her to move there, her best friend hadn't budged, citing the cold was too much for her.

After a few minutes, she closed the door and flicked the sign, closing up for the Friday afternoon. Gilly had already left, to go deal with some sort of school drama involving her sons. Dany finished up and did some paperwork, trying to distract herself from what lay ahead at home

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #silent shadows #coming soon #a ‘look at me’ post as someone once called these

[sanstropfremir]

second part of that long ask from ur swf anon :)

after the main dancer was chosen for each class, they would complete the choreo and decide formations for their performances. one of the benefits of the main dancer was that they were always center. they also had the benefit of wearing more embellished clothing to stand out (most noticeable in x class, where rian the main dancer was wearing orange while everyone else was wearing green). here is the full list (mnet truly has the WORST camera angles, so i only included the full cam ver of the performances):

1. assistant class: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF2evLz98h4&ab_channel=MnetTV

2. leader class: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srjJzRVVmxc&ab_channel=CHANNIECHANNEL

the judges shared that even though no:ze was the main dancer/in the center/had the most shiny outfit, they didn't really see her. all the other dancers, in their opinion, stood out and overpowered her.

3. sub class: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mY_3E7W8v30&ab_channel=CHANNIECHANNEL

4. x class (i'm not sure what this class was called): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fC-_8fbn_s4&ab_channel=Whatthejess

judges shared that lip j was the stand out of this class. she's the girl on the far left at 0:36. (it was originally her choreo but rian was chosen as the main dancer so that's why she is credited.)

*i only included comments that were stand outs.

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i'm not sure how much creative input the main dancers were given regarding stage design... they didn't show it in the episode so i'm assuming that mnet just told them to show up and perform (because like, the rainbow thing they shot at the end of the leader's performance seemed so random? it didn't match what they were doing). after each performance, the main dancers from each class were asked to pick someone who they thought was the worst dancer. in doing so, the person chosen would lose points for their crew.

judges also chose an mvp crew they thought were the best. prowdmon (monika + lip j + others [sorry i don't know their names. the show really only focuses on these two]) was selected and this gave them the advantage of choosing which crews went against each other in ep4. so, it wasn't a random lottery draw! in the episode, they only showed the part where prowdmon chose to go against wayb (context: no:ze, the main dancer from the leader class, chose monika as the worst dancer. and this made her mad so she was like we're going against wayb - no:ze's crew). i'm not sure why they didn't show how the other crews were paired up. because ya, coca n butter + hook is definitely an interesting match.

also like, wayb was eliminated from the show after ep4's mission.

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and it seems like from here on out, there will be a mission each episode to determine who will be eliminated. i'm honestly not too sure. for their next mission, they're doing a mega crew mission and mnet doesn't really explain it; but it seems like each crew is doing a performance on a larger scale (with more members added to their crew). also, like mnet is ass and doesn't upload all the performances onto their channel..... they only upload the ones that were the most popular/had the biggest public reaction which is why i had a hard time finding the clips for the classes mission. hopefully they do from here on out.

another v long post. thank u again for reading and sharing ur thoughts! always love hearing them. (also, pls let me know if i'm oversharing. u mentioned not caring for the competitive nature and drama so i'm not sure if i was adding too much. there really isn't drama imo. mnet tries to do their best to edit and make it seem that way but when u watch the show, the girls truly root for each other and are friends.)

mnet truly has the worst camera angles i hate them so much. also why are they still streaming on a goddamn potato. the quality is SO bad i can barely see anything!! there's a lot of me complaining in this one i'm sorry in advance.

1. assistant class

i have to assume that whoever they chose as the main dancer is the one that stays in centre because i cannot tell from the clothing at all. i don't think she was a standout performer here, but also the camera and the fire effects are WAY too wild to actually get a good grasp on who even was the standout. i also have to assume that the dancers have no say in the design because design is not a big part of street dance and this kind of chaos screams m 'too-much-money-dont-know-how-to-use-it' net. they built this massive set, barely used it, and didn't leave enough room for the proper formation spacing!! ugh. i hope the judges actually got to see a locked off version of this without all that fire in front of the camera because if i were them i would be squinting down the end of my glasses like a grandma at the screen. that's what i was doing anyways but still.

2. leader class

i have to agree, i don't think noze stood out as the main dancer here. and geniunely i cannot tell that they embellished her costume more. like damn, that stylist took a masterclass in subtlety, because i was easily paying more attention to whoever was wearing those massive thigh high cutout garter stockings and woven bodysuit combo. i am assuming that the point of these challenges was probably to be noticed the most so that they can score points and pick who they went up against for the elimination round? i'm not entirely clear but my point remains; ngl i don't really like this method of creating performance because it means that no one is there to create a performance, yanno? troupe/group choreo like this thrives on teamwork to actually make it a good performance. i know it's a pretty classic method of weeding out people for auditions and stuff like that but personally i find it a wholly uncompelling viewing experience, especially when it's a fully produced stage like this. i know everyone very likely gets along behind the scenes but the incohesion of intent is very obvious. also what's up with the assistant class getting a massive set and the leaders getting a bunch of cars and some smoke pyrotechnics? i mean, i am glad they filmed it during the day, but i am confused by the disparity.

3. sub class

i wish i could describe how poorly mnet shot this. it's not a fucking mama stage, it's a dance stage!! we need to see the choreo properly!!!! and together!!! obviously i don't care about stitching together different takes for the final edit but just...not having a continuity at all in the choreo is a bit jarring. again, i am also not sure how one is supposed to evaluate how well these dancers did, because i can barely see what people are doing. or who the main dancers are. i know i'm railing a lot on mnet here but i can't give an accurate reading of the dancers because legitimately it is so hard to tell what's going on. if they want to bill this as a legitimate dance show, why are they shooting it like a kpop performance? the camerawork for kpop serves a specific function: to add to the visual spectacle and to highlight the idols' faces. you don't need either of those things for shoot choreography, so why do we keep getting closeups of dancers' faces? not that these dance videos aren't spectacle-y or fun, because they very much are, but they really suck at their one primary function, which is displaying the choreo.

4. x class

this is definitely the one where the camera work is the closest to what it should be, but then they go and fuck it up by adding rain! just the groundwater would have been fine, but noooo they had to add the extra rain so there would be extra water drops on the lens!! this is my favourite choreo of all four of these, i think there's the most cohesion and (excluding the rain) it's got a good mix of spectacle with the water and the blacklight and the right camera angles to show the choreo mostly well. i still don't understand why they cut in those sections that don't fit with the rest of the flow though. why. you could have one-taked this and it would have looked dope as fuck. i agree that lip j stands out the most, obviously it's her choreo so it's the best suited to her character and abilities.

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if it wasn't a random lottery draw they should at least have the courtesy of showing people why who picked who!! that's the most interesting part! and i'm not that surprised about wayb being eliminated, prowdmon really stomped them into the ground with that revenge energy. i'm interested in this larger scale performances concept, because i'm not really sure what that looks like in this particular context. if they do end up on youtube i will review them! and you're not oversharing at all, the context is fine! i don't mind reading it as information, i just don't like actually watching it with my own eyes. i can't watch that kind of thing in reality tv because it makes me want to sit everyone down like a kindergarden teacher and go "ok, now why are we all yelling?". too many years of tense rehearsal conflict negotiation and i just want to whack everyone upside the head. it's not very cathartic for me lmao. i have no doubt that everyone is friends because dance scenes are small and i'm sure they've all worked together lots, but even just the editing sets off my fight or fight reflexes.

#street woman fighter #swf #swf reviews #yes i did mean fight or fight i have no flight reflex #i only know violence or advanced conflict management #go into theatre they said. costume design is fun they said #little did 18yro me know i was going to be yelling at actors for eating in costume and trying to convince directors out of stupid ideas #for 90% of my working hours #anyways swf anon i'm sorry this is mostly complaining and not really talking about the dancing #i will try to do more of that for the next episode #for a show supposedly about street dance there's not very much street dance? even the battles are kinda wonky #they dont follow the rules very well and theyre skewed waaaaayyyyyy more towards musicality/showmanship than technique #which is the opposite of how battles usually are graded. i know that it's likely because they don't have actual battle judges #(no disrespect to boa. but i don't think being a battle judge has been a career calling for her) #but its still a bit hmmm for me. i know the idols and the connection to the idol industry is probably what's bring in the views but #it is a very different industry than the street dance one #text #answers

[biillyhargroves]

hello, I'm the one who made the fic rec you mentioned. :) So, my idea is basically this: Billy survives the mindflayer incident but just barely and Steve becomes super worried/protective of him while he's recovering. He even has nightmares and wakes up needing to reassure himself that Billy is alive. I just want all the angst basically. lol

Hello, friend!! Thank you so much for resending, I’m so pumped to write this one!!

i felt it too(fic requests open)

Steve didn’t see it happen.

He saw the blood. He saw Max crying. He saw paramedics swarming like bees around a broken body, saw the bloodied, sweat-soak rag of a shirt cut away and saw fists pound on a chest that was barely held together. He saw Mike and Eleven ushered away, saw them vanish in the sea of flashing lights outside as more ambulances and fire engines and police cruisers flood the parking lot. He saw tubes and wires and gauze attached to the source of her deepest hurt and he felt his heart sink when Billy Hargrove is strapped, limp and lifeless, onto a stretcher. 

“I have to go with him,” Max starts to say, rising even as medics try to bandage her cuts and scrapes. Steve can hear her as he rushes down the stairs. He sees her shaking an EMT off her and straining to get closer to Billy as he is carried outside. “You can’t just take him. Billy! I have to go with him. He’s my brother! He’s my brother!” 

As Billy is lifted into the back of an ambulance, one sympathetic medic offers her hand. Steve catches her eye just before the doors swing shut. 

Billy is brought to Hawkins Mercy Hospital, where he is quickly evaluated and airlifted to a larger facility in Chicago and rushed into surgery. The papers talk about a single teenage victim left in “critical condition” following the Starcourt fire, but don’t mention Billy by name- his father won’t allow it. The family has moved into a motel on the outskirts of the hospital grounds, and Neil is giving reporters hell. He won’t talk to anyone, and he won’t let Susan or Max talk, either. If Billy wanted to talk, he couldn’t. He’s been in a medically induced coma since his surgery. Neil has used the money he hasn’t spent on the motel room and Billy’s care on a private investigator to find out what really happened, unconvinced that the gashes all over his body could really be from a fire.

“He doesn’t even care,” Max says over radio static. “Not about Billy. He just wants someone to sue, so he can get paid.” 

Steve has taken to camping out by Cerebro. The kids kept him company for the first few days, but the novelty of sleeping under the stars wore off quickly. Steve, for his part, has not done much sleeping. Whenever he tries, all he can see is Billy’s body, sweat-drenched and sickly, being carted away under sirens. He dreams about worse outcomes: about the heart monitor flatlining, about Billy bleeding out on the tiled floor, about Billy’s veins going black and that thing ripping him to pieces from the inside out. 

One night, he dreams about Billy sleeping beside him. He feels Billy’s breath against his skin and his arms around his middle. He has scars were all his wounds were, and Steve is afraid to touch them. He is studying them when Billy becomes restless; he tosses and turns like he’s having a nightmare, and as he moves his scars start to open. Blood spills from their seams and soaks Billy’s shirt, and then the sheets, and it gets all over Steve’s hands as he tries to staunch the bleeding. He is desperate, frantic, but he does not work fast enough. He thinks that all of Billy’s blood is on his bedroom floor and when he looks at Billy’s face he knows he’s gone and-

Steve wakes with a scream. His heart pounds so hard he can feel it in his throat. He tries his best to swallow it back down and he frantically grabs for Cerebro’s receiver. 

“Max?” he asks, voice bleary and shaky. “Max, are you there?”

There is some feedback and then a soft click.

“What the shit?” Max whispers. 

“It’s Steve.”

“I know,” Max says. “What are you doing?”

“I know,” Steve groans. “I know, it’s late. I’m sorry. I just- is Billy okay?”

“He’s been sedated for a week, he’s got a tube shoved down his throat, and he’s peeing into a plastic bag,” Max says. “So, he’s not great.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says. “I’m sorry. I know.”

There’s a long stretch of silence before Max says, “The nurses are talking about taking the breathing tube out. If he can breathe on his own, they think they can wake him up soon.” When Steve doesn’t say anything, she continues, "Neil wants him out of here.” After another long pause, she says, “He...he looks like shit, Steve. He looks-”

“Don’t say it,” Steve says. “Don’t say what I think you’re gonna say.”

"I have to go,” Max says.

“Wait!” Steve says. “Max?”

“What?”

“Just...promise me you’ll tell me if anything changes?”

“I already said I would.”

“Good or bad,” Steve says.

“Good or bad,” Max agrees. “Signing off.” 

It’s another few days before Billy is taken off his breathing tube, and a few days more before Max says he’s woken up. The news makes Steve’s heart jump. 

“He’s pretty out of it,” Max says. “He can’t stay awake for long. He’s, like, in and out right now. He’s still all fucked up on pain meds. But the doctor said he’s stable enough to be transferred.”

“What does that mean?” Steve asks.

“We’re coming back to Hawkins.” 

On the day that Billy is returned in Hawkins Mercy Hospital, the kids make a trip to see Max. Steve chauffeurs, only to be disappointed to be directed to Cherry Lane instead of the hospital. He hangs out long enough to get an update: Billy still sleeps most of the day, he’s rarely coherent when he is awake, but the doctors are happy with his progress and his father is trying to get him discharged. 

“They can’t let him go, can they?” Steve asks, worry gripping him so hard it hurts his chest. “They wouldn’t do that, would they? They can’t let him go if he’s still like that?”

“I don’t know,” Max says. “I mean, the infection’s cleared. His stitches aren’t out yet, and they have him on this feeding tube. His doctor doesn’t want to let him go, but Neil keeps talking about home care, so...I don’t know.”

That night, Steve has another nightmare. He sees Billy in his bedroom on Cherry Lane, but there is an IV pole and a whole array of tubes attached to him- digging into his stomach and stuck up his nose and poked in the crook of his arm. There are little circles stuck in the spots of his chest that aren’t covered in gauze and their gray wires lead to a machine that prints his heart rhythms on a strip of tape. Steve watches the tiny needle print shaky little lines. 

He approaches Billy, his heart hammering, but as he gets closer he sees another figure in the room. There is a shadow that falls over Billy and Steve feels a need to hide. He presses himself against the wall and he watches as the shadow turns into Billy’s father. He is yelling, but Steve can’t make out what he’s saying. When Neil Hargrove raises a fist, Steve panics. He lunges forward, but it is as if there is a forcefield surrounding Billy’s room. Steve tries to scream, but everything he wants to shout gets stuck in his throat: don’t touch him, get away from him, leave him alone. Steve fights and fights in vain, and the little needle tracking Billy’s heart rate trembles when Neil strikes his son. 

Steve’s eyes pop open. 

He is soaked in sweat and his heart is throbbing in his ears. He looks to the clock and the little red numbers blink out two sixteen a.m. Steve scrubs his palms over his eyes. He sighs. He throws his blankets off and pulls on shoes, not bothering to tie them as he grabs his keys and forces his bedroom window open. As carefully as he can, Steve clamors down to the ground and sneaks into the driveway. He slips around his father’s car and ducks into his own, speeding off without a clear plan in mind. 

The hospital comes into view before Steve realizes where he’s headed. His is the only car in visitor parking, and the halls are empty when he goes inside. He uses to stairwells to get to Billy’s floor (which he had guessed about, because Max had said he’d moved from Intensive Care to the recovery wing of the Medical-Surgical unit). He sneaks passed the nurse’s station and whispers Billy’s name over and over again as he reads the little tags outside the door.

“Hargrove, Hargrove, Hargrove,” he repeats like a mantra until the name on the door matches the one on his tongue. 

The door is open a crack, and its hinges squeak when Steve pushes on it. The lights are off save for one thin strip buzzing softly over Billy’s head and the little green and red numbers boasting his heart rate and oxygen levels. 

Billy himself looks small, swallowed up by the white hospital sheets and the machines towering around him and all the bandages and stitches wound around him and holding him together. There is a plastic strip feeding oxygen into his nose and heart leads stuck to his chest. A little white clip is clamped loosely on one finger, and a thick plastic tube snakes out from beneath the blanket near his belly. His lips are chapped and parted and his eyelids flutter as he sleeps. The sight of him makes Steve ache. He hovers in the doorway, afraid to go closer. When he finally does approach Billy, Steve is afraid to touch him. He is terrified to hurt him. He pulls a vinyl-padded chair closer to Billy’s bedside and sits. 

“Billy?” Steve stammers. “I don’t know if you can hear me.”

He raises a shaky hand to take Billy’s, mindful of the IV feeding fluids into his veins. 

“I needed to see you,” Steve says. “I’m sorry I haven’t come.” Steve gently squeezes Billy’s hand. His eyes flit to the heart monitor, which tracks a strong and steady beat. “I can’t stop thinking about you, and I just...God, you’d call me a pussy if you heard me right now, but I just really needed to see that you were safe. And alive. And I really need you to stay that way. Okay? I need you to be okay. Please, just...please be okay.”

#harringrove #harringrove fic #stranger things fic #harringrove fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lex writes fics #omgdudechillout #answered #I hope this is ok!!! #I can always add on :) #bc honestly this was a lot of fun