I wanna be just like you; made of felt and flesh and FREE( no strings on me !)
[ ID: Traditional fanart of me standing with an AU version of Puppet Habit or Pabit from Smile For Me the game. The AU is called AskPabit. Traditional materials used are pencil, black and blue pens, sketchpens, color pencils. The coloring is vivid and mostly done in many different shades on an individual scale, even for the same color.
Pabit's more anthromorphised form, from the askblog, is drawn in my interpretation as skinny and muppet-like with bigger proportions for the facial features and hands, high-heeled feet. He is made of felt and this is shown through the messy textured strokes.
Stitches run through the sides of his body and face. On his chest at the side is stitched a trans flag-colored heart with the letters " We love U!" -- the word love is just represented by a heart. His hair is brunette, curly and very long. His eyes too are a brown shade-- his eyes are big and lashed like those found on some children's dolls, the sclera are yellow. Below his eyes, fur-patches of pink blush are there. In his grin, his taken teeth are seen, one of them bleeding still at the side. Not all the teeth are there yet. He only wears pants in dark shades that seem to smoothly become heels in one piece-- stitches run along the sides of these too.
I am by Pabit's side. I am a shorter, light brown skinned person of average size with longer black hair and a round sparsely acne-marked face. I wear square pink glasses. My dress is a bright teal chudidar with multicolored flower designs in outline, and a sandy gold dupatta with pants of the same color to complete it.
Pabit grins and leans with one arm unsteadily on my head, I am clasping my hands in closed-eye delight, clearly excited. I lean to him. His face tilts slightly and he looks amused, one eye squinted while the other crinkles.
Beside me the text is written in a pink and black outlined box -" I'd love to be just, just like you"-- words in blue pen. Then in black--" I'll be made of felt and flesh and" -- then an arrow leads to a lavendar cloud saying " Free!" in bigger words.
Half the top background is covered by big outlines of flowers in sketch pen, lightly filled in with overlapping color pencil shades. It gives a soft look. Finally, from out of the very top a little bit of a book with a dragonfly wing design on it is seen in the drawing's photo. End ID]
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My fanart for @askpabit ...!! I was trying for SO MANY DAYS and I FINALLY did it woooo..!!! I'm so tired after my flight so I'm short on words but I've been following this blog since like the beginning I think. The artist obviously has a lot of talent and he's really sweet too. Askpabit has been a happy influence on my life and here's my expression of that! I wish the artist all the best in his future endeavours. :) (smiley emote)
I really enjoyed coloring this by the way. Hehe all my faves become FLUFFY. I know Pabit's different here from your version but I hope you still like him...!! This is kind of just how I roll in my style.
And here's a small concept below...plus the uncoloured version of this drawing!..
[ ID: uncoloured concept sketch of Pabit from AskPabit. He is front facing and it's a bust. Here he's like he's made of felt, has big eyes like a doll, stitches like a felt toy and has long curly hair. Overall he looks a bit muppet-like. He has blush-patches of fur as well. End ID]
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The very first concept art( Not this one) had him more like a potato sack LOL. But anyway I tried to make him look like he's made of felt..!!! As blog lore dictates, hehe. And I remember saying I really liked how Pabit's movements worked all cutesy and kind of, like he's really stuffed, like a toy. It was really neat to see coming through in just non-animated images So I tried to imitate that a bit.
Here's the Uncoloured version..!
[ID: Uncoloured version of the first drawing. It's all outlined in pencil. It's in warm filter. End ID]
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Anonymous asked: If you do not mind, I would love to hear your thoughts, insights, and analysis of the Indian clothes & ensembles shown in a YouTube video called "London - Commonwealth Fashion Show (1967)" by British Pathé. As well as any other country's traditional clothes in the video, that you may have some knowledge on
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZYbhTUa47c
"London - Commonwealth Fashion Show (1967)"
I love the Pathe reels - bar the commentary! - so thank you for bringing it to my attention.
I think there are a fair few Indian clothes in there, understandable given the country's size and diversity.
A few of the screengrabs are above. The one with a group of women that is numbered is the clearest. Most of the costumes seem to be from North/Western India - basically a tunic, loose trousers or a skirt and a head covering or dupatta. If you go to the end of the video link you can see the costumes more clearly.
1 which is clearer in later parts of the video seems Pahadi/Kashmiri (or is it the Bollywood version of it:). 2 which you can see in one of the screengrabs appears Kutchi, the black and red is quite typical and its a tunic paired with a skirt. 3, the dupatta seems like bandhani but the kurta appears to be paired with a lungi of the sort worn by men in Punjab. 4 is like a ghaghra, in the close up you can see the borla which is a head ornament worn in Rajasthan and Haryana. The top looks like a rabari choli so perhaps its drawing from Rajasthani costume. 5 is a salwar kurta, I thought the dupatta might be phulkari embroidery (Punjab). 6 is a nod to old India, very reminiscent of Shakuntala. 7 I think is from the Northeast - it’s a short, woven sarong but the silver jewellery threw me a bit.
In the staircase pics, you can see saree styles. The conventional Indian style, South Indian, seedha pallu as well as the white saree with motifs which in 1967 would have been a contemporary version of the saree.
Surprisingly there was this silver gown which could easily fit in with fashions today.
The Pakistani ensemble (left) which features heavy gold work was 100 years old at the time. I think the heavy kurta is worn over a chudidar, the dupatta is heavily worked too and a classic red. On the right is an Indian ensemble at the show. Despite the Turkish style trousers and the kaftan style kurta (not visible here but it has gold work), it shares a common language with the vintage Pakistani dress.
Sri Lankan costumes in the video include the saree, western style dress and the osariya. I have a screengrab of the close up of the osariya waist frill as well as the feet jewellery.
The men at the end of the video are in Kandyan costume.
Of the other Commonwealth countries, more than a few had Western styles which I am not covering here. The Nigerian costumes were interesting since they combined Nigerian headgear (gele) as well as costumes with 60′s sillhouettes. It totally piqued my interest so I think I now need to read up more on it!
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All Right
For the glorious @short666bread, 800 words of hurt and comfort, TW for panic attack and mentions of blood. Thank you so much @curlyy-hair-dont-care for your help!
There’s blood on his trousers. Why is there blood on his trousers? There’s sunlight in his eyes, too bright to see properly. He’s outside, he thinks. It smells like—grass, and like jasmine, like sweat, like blood—why is there blood on his trousers? They’re white. It’s so noticeable. Why… it’s too hot for Halloween, this isn’t fake, why, why would there be, why—
“Harry?”
How did he get, where even is he? He can’t see anything, he can’t see. It’s all so bright. And bloody, why is there blood on his hand, on his finger right there where—
“Harry!”
It’s suffocating him. Suffocating, he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he can’t see anything, he can’t breathe, but there’s something—something warm, next to him, and it smells like—Harry breaks down, huge heaving sobs, up and down, up and down, and the something warm takes him in, whispering nonsense he can’t hear into his neck. And he’s crying, crying, crying…
“Shh,” the warmth says. “Shh, darling, you’re all right. It’s just a little—oh—erm, just some…” he stops when the voice shudders, when he recognises it. “Darling, you’re all right.”
“I can’t…” he still doesn’t see so well, blurry shapes floating in the blinding sunlight.
“It’s all right. You just cut yourself on—Merlin, that’s quite a bit of—no, no, it’s all right.”
And it must be Draco, because he’s always squeamish when it comes to blood, and this must mean Harry really is all right, because Draco won’t be squeamish if—if Harry had done something horrible. If he ruined everything—the light dapples the ground with gold. Above his trousers, there’s gold. He shakes his head, and the sound that comes out of him is horrifying, a wild plea.
“Harry. Harry, look at me. Look at—you’re perfectly all right, yes? I’m sorry if… you’re all right.” Harry can’t see, but can still tell what it looks like, what Draco’s face is doing. How his mouth goes all soft.
“I can’t… what’s…” his words won’t come out, and instead of berating him, Draco comes closer. Wraps his hands around Harry’s head, kisses his cheek.
“Just a cut. It’s all right. Just a tiny little cut. You look so gorgeous, this Sherwani is perfect, it brings out your—darling, hey, hey, it’s okay.” He cuddles closer, and Harry’s breathing stills, then goes rampant. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay.”
It evens out, in the end, his breathing, and Harry rubs his eyes on Draco’s waistcoat. Thinks about how livid he’ll be to discover snot on his expensive suit. And Harry’s trousers—no, it had a different name, they went to three different shops before he found the one he liked, his Chudidar—and shit, the wedding, their wedding—
“Shit,” Harry says out loud, and he can see now how pink Draco’s cheeks look. But he’s smiling, and he’s so dear, so very dear that Harry starts crying again. Then worse, because the sound of his crying is so pitiful, but Draco only spreads his arms and Harry leaps back in there, hysterical and grateful and confused and fuck, the wedding, he’s ruining it, he’s doing that thing again where he’s too much, too wrong, and he’s ruining everything. He must be saying that too because Draco makes a sound, big and undignified.
“You’re not—Harry James Potter, you listen to me now. I love you. I love you, and this is still the best day in my… you’re the most important… I can’t, fuck, I don’t have my… in my jacket pock—listen. Harry, are you listening?”
He can’t manage words, so he just grunts.
“You make it better,” Draco says, and his voice wavers. “You aren’t—you’re not too much. Anything you need, I love to be able to, I love that you—that you let me see you. That you let me help. It’s the most… being around you, and I thank you every day for… and for seeing me, too. I’m far from perfect. I’m scared of so many things, petrified, even, and there’s so much I don’t know, that I might never know. But I know you, yes? I know you. And I’m not afraid of some tears. Of some blood. Here.”
He takes Harry’s hand with the blood and kisses it. “See? Not a problem. It’s not… you’re not ruining anything.”
“You’re such a fucking,” Harry wails, and they’re hugging again, and they’re both crying, and laughing, and Harry’s outfit will need a lot of cleaning, but he doesn’t really care. He loves, loves, loves, and panic subsides, eventually, but this will remain.
“We should—”
Draco stops him, finger on his lips.
“Whenever you’re ready. There’s time.”
There’s time. Harry lets the knowledge settle in his bones. There’s time.
You can prompt me too!
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