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janort · 8 months

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i saw you collect clown shit I'm being a clown for Halloween can I see 👀

SCREAMING AND CRYING!!!! YES ID LOVE TO SHOW YOU!!! IM BEING A CLOWN FOR HALLOWEEN TOO!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT MY CLOWN STUFF <333333333

This is my clown suit, which is hand-made out of 2 colorful blankets and a pillowcase, i free handed most of it and also hand stitched about 60% of it because my sewing machine broke mid-project. (Just a heads up while we’re still at the top, this post is gonna be loooooooooooong and have a lot of pictures, also sorry for how gross the carpet looks he’s just like that)

This is my circus tent juice box

This is my costume drawer, where I cram as much stuff as I can fit, it’s pretty full so I’ll just show you my favorite stuff.

These are the highlights, my googley-eye ring, the first clown mask I made, the first party hat I made, my diy ruffled wrist cuffs and collar, and my jewelry hoard.

These are my clowns, which are both hand sewn, they’re names are Butterbean (left) and Corn (right). Butterbeans face was smudged by some water, I’ll get around to fixing it soon.

These are all the little trinkets I keep with them, things I find that I consider clownish. Most of these were picked up from dollar stores, thrift stores, stoop sales, giveaways or relatives homes. There’s a lot so I’ll just show my favorites.

These are my rubber reptiles, my tardigrade and monster finger-puppets, my wind up toys, and some bouncy balls and jingle bells.

This is my doorway decoration.

These are my other accessories that don’t fit in the costume drawer. My collection of silly sunglasses, my second favorite vest, this lovely sweater, and of course the essential clown nose and bow tie.

These are my clown shoes. These rubber boots have tragically become far too small for me, so I’m saving them untill my cousins are older. The rainbow sneakers are only for special occasions because they hurt my feet and Im trying to protect the color.

Land lastly, this is my favorite sculpture, I made it a few years ago.

All these were collected over the past 3ish years, a-lot of pieces were hand made or found in cheap stores, when I go out I keep my eyes peeled for anything clownish and that’s why I’ve managed to grow my hoard so large lol. If anyone reading wants to use the pictures for something (a mood board, a collage, whatever), tag me so I can see it!!!! Thanks for sending me this ask :o) I literally jumped out of bed as soon as I got it because I am a weapons-grade weirdo and love to talk about clowns

Have a lovely day and a happy Halloween!!!

#clown husbandry #clownblr #clown posting #clowncore #clowns #clown care #clown doll #clown #clown art #clown costume #clown cosplay #clown dolls #my special interest #<333333333 #so much fun with this one #seriously thank you #:o)

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bee-writes-n-spins · 5 months

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Hi :> I have never requested anything on tumblr before lol. But I wanna see a Nagito or Izuru x (Ultimate fashion designer) (Fem or gender neutral) reader!

It can be oneshots or headcanon or WHATEVER!! But I really wanna see one of them both :)

Thank you for your time!!!🎀

a/n: uhhh sure. i have been pretty busy with winter guard rehearsals so im getting all my requests done at once lmao. and i have no idea how to write izuru. but anyways, enjoyyyy! notes: ____ is just a better way of saying y/n

nagito

so to start, i've said this before, but he will absolutely attend all of your runway shows! hell, he'll even model for you. let him be your mannequin.

he loves beautiful things! like your designs!

and he's a rich boy.

you need a really expensive type of fabric?

done.

a rare color?

already bought.

he just wants to see you be happy

you're sitting facedown at your sewing machine, frustrated about your upcoming show this weekend. things can't go any worse. three of your models got sick, one had to cancel because of a family emergency, and, to top it all off, the lace you ordered isn't gonna come in till next week!

suddenly, you hear a soft knock that breaks you out of your frustrations.

"____..? you okay?" it's the sound of your boyfriend's raspy voice.

"no. this show's got me in a tough spot and i'm literally about to scream," you grumble into the table. your mind is numb at this point.

he silently stares at you, worried for both your physical and mental health. he tip-toes over to you and gently plays with your hair.

"how 'bout you take a break..? i know it might not be the best to spend time with the likes of me, but i think you should decompress a little..."

you look up, eyes red and puffy from crying. you slightly nod.

"yeah.. i think that's for the best.."

izuru

he would genuinely be impressed

someone with an actual fashion sense?

finally, someone who doesn't bore him to death.

in all seriousness, he wants you to succeed.

so, he'll do anything to get you there

even if it means doing some... unsavory things

he is the ultimate everything.. and that includes murderer

you aways wonder just how rival designers go missing when you need them to or why a venue that initially turned you down came crawling back...

also, being the ultimate everything, he'll probably know some tips on how to do that really complex sewing pattern you've been trying for ages to figure out.

he might not like most people, but he certainly does like you.

you're relaxing by the fireplace, drawing up sketches on your tablet. winter is almost over, so it's high time you start working your spring collection.

already cozy, you feel an even cozier presence sit next to you. you smile warmly, immediately recognizing who it is.

"i see you're all warm now, my love," you giggle, giving izuru a small peck on the lips.

he nods slightly in response with a faint blush on his face. "yes indeed," he pauses for a moment as he peers over your shoulder to silently study your sketches, "don't use tool there, it'll make it look tacky."

you shrug him off. "yeah, yeah.." you say as you throw your tablet aside and cuddle to him.

he just stares down, a small smile on his face.

#danganronpa x reader #dangonronpa #danganronpa nagito #danganronpa #nagito x you #nagito x reader #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #izuru x reader #danganronpa izuru #ask #reqs open #request #f!reader #gn!reader #m!reader #author is sleep deprived

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nipuni · 9 months

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im sure you get this question all the time but how do you go about procuring those amazing outfits? do you thrift, get things tailored, make items yourself? do you buy things as you go or do you search for specific items one at the time? it's just that id love to have a style like yours (but masc haha) and i always wonder how you do it because i wouldn't know where to get clothes such as you wear anywhere, let alone for a price i can afford. and also, now im here, thank you for your amazing art, it always brightens my day when you post <3

Hello! 🥰 I collect pieces from different places that I feel fit the aesthetic I created for myself, kind of like character design, and I stick to certain silhouettes and color palettes that I already know I will feel comfortable in.

In my case I go for structured pieces instead of flowy draping ones, plain colors over patterns unless it's straight lines, earth and jewel tones on the warmer and muted side, medium height heels, gold over silver, etc. All of this makes for safe purchases for me no matter the store or outfit

Most of my clothes I buy from the historical reproduction shops I list under my posts ( I made a list some time ago here and also in the tags of each post as well as in my Instagram )

Some of these shops are on the more expensive side but offer custom tailoring which is ideal and a must for me because I'm built weird 😅 so I try to get my staple pieces there and plan the whole outfit around it before purchasing.

Then you can get the basic pieces to complete the looks from regular stores! stuff like plain shirts and trousers I usually get from places like Zara

I also thrift at curated stores which makes it easier to find interesting pieces (Edwardian revival from the 70's, capes, belts, handkerchiefs, scarves, bags and hats are some of the things I go for) I don't go with an outfit plan in mind for this, I just look around every once in a while and see what I can find and what I can do with it since it's usually very cheap too. I've also found that thrifting for masc clothes is way easier (at least where I live?) for some reason. I go antique shopping for accessories too, hats and pins from the 20's!!

Then the more specific and inexpensive stuff to tie the outfits together I get from aliexpress, (like the clock bags) and for blouses I also shop at lolita stores online sometimes

When it comes to planning outfits I just play dress up in front of the mirror like you see in the videos I make, I pull out a bunch of stuff from my closet and start matching. it helps me see what I'm missing or what colors would work best or which cut or fit creates an interesting look. It also helps you see and remember everything you have so when you are shopping or dressing up to go out you have this mental library and know whether something new will fit in with your wardrobe or not.

I also got a sewing machine some time ago and I'm teaching myself to sew! So far I've only fixed mine and my husband's clothes to make them fit but I'd love to move on to making my own clothes eventually!

I think that cultivating a personal style makes shopping for clothes easier and allows you to invest in pieces you know you will keep without fear of them going out of style and you don't feel the pressure to update your whole wardrobe every year. it's also super fun and has helped me build confidence and feel a lot more at peace with my appearance. I hope any of this helps you 😭 I rambled a lot I'll stop now!! Thank you so much for the kind words!! ❤️❤️❤️

#nips replies #this is so long why am I this insufferable

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porcalinecunt · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

✟ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈, 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈, 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

✟ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𓂅 ✧ tokyo revengers boys kissing their boyfriend for the first time + finding out they like boys

𝐜𝐰 — some suggestive themes. biting (kokonoi!). more tooth rotting fluff.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ yup, more gay hc’s bc im gay and i do what i want on this acc AHA— but anyways, yall wanted a pt 2 thanks to the poll i posted a long while ago. sorry for the delay, life got busy and i’ll probably have slower updates for now. enjoy! 🤍

𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀

gay panic

poor baby is weak around pretty boys!

always had eyes on you ever since you accidentally bumped into him trying to find the bathroom.

you were a good friend of yuzuha, so it’s no surprise you’d see hakkai a lot.

every time she’d invite you over to study, hakkai would have to lock himself in his room. so you wouldn’t see his beat red face.

despite that, you curiosity got the better of you.

you’d start to pay more attention to the blue haired boy, looking his way and smiling at him innocently.

you cannot lie, you love the way he practically melt when you look at him. hiding his face to avoid embarrassment, but only drawing you closer.

the gap between you two would close however, when one night, yuzuha would run out to grab some snacks. it was only you and hakkai sitting the the living room.

despite the effort, you two couldn’t ignore one another forever. one thing lead to another, and suddenly, you were talking to him.

maybe the topic of crushes comes up? to your surprise, hakkai revealed that he never had a romantic partner. sure, he did have a few crushes, mitsuya being one of them. however, he could never muster up the courage to say anything.

the both of you knew what the other was trying to say, there was no point in hiding it anymore. not with hakkai’s pink cheeks and your flushed face.

“you like me, don’t you?” you’d asked an already flustered hakkai.

there’s was no point in denying it anymore, he could only utter the word “yes.”

moving your face closer to his, you hear his breath hitch and his cheeks grow beat red. awaiting your lips to make contact with his.

it wasn’t anything intense, a quick peck that becomes a smooch when you grabbed his face and presses it closer to yours. his face was hot against your hands.

it only lasted a couple seconds, before you pulled away, meeting a flustered hakkai.

“c-can you do that again?”

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

absolute heartthrob!

it’s no surprise that a couple guys would end up crushing hard on him, including you.

after passing by his club a couple times, you couldn’t help but peer in. curious to see why mitsuya was so popular with the girls. safe to say, you got your answer.

you also decided to join the club, despite you never touching a sewing machine in your life.

despite constantly pricking your fingers, messing up a couple threads, mitsuya never once lost patience with you.

your heart flutters every time mitsuya speaks with you, whether he helps you with the sewing machine or small talk, hearing his voice only made you fall deeper in love with him.

so it's no surprise when one afternoon, you decided to shoot your shot at the club leader.

it was only you and him alone in the clubroom, since you stayed over to help him clean up.

however, as the time to leave inches closer and closer, you still couldn't spit it out. your mind became a train of thoughts that discouraged you from confessing.

you feared the thousands of possibilities of your confession going wrong, maybe he isn't into guys? does he only see you as a friend?

just when mitsuya was about to leave, you quickly stopped him before he could walk through the door.

impulsively, and messily, you finally told him the truth through stutters and shake hands. your face grew hotter and hotter from embarrassment.

shutting your eyes, you braced yourself for the rejection, when you felt a soft hand touch yours. looking up, you practically jumped when mitsuya's was near yours.

you froze when his lips touched yours, it was gentle and sweet. the taste of berry chapstick kissed your tongue, as you loose yourself to him.

pulling away, you could barely look at him in the eye. this is not how you'd get your answer, then again, you weren't complaining.

"wanna walk home with me, love?"

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

my favorite bisexual ♥

you didn't pull him, he pulled you!

a couple of flirtatious remarks and even more flirtatious texts was enough to sweep you off your feet and into his arms.

but even then, you have yet to give him your first kiss.

it's a bit laughable, but poor you couldn't even look at koko without getting ridiculously flustered.

however, koko enjoyed having such a shy boyfriend.

as much as you try, he knows you'll never initiate a kiss. no matter how much you claim to or would want to "prove it", Koko can already imagined you melting into a puddle.

your first kiss with him would be a surprise.

the both of you are on one of your typical dated, ending with a simple walk through the park.

while he was talking, you were barely listening on what he was saying as you kept staring at his lips. the urge to just give them a quick peck almost took over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“hey, are you even listening?”

koko snapped you out of your trance, now his whole body is facing yours.

gazing into those eyes of his made you want to scream, trying to find a way to break it without it getting awkward.

“why the red face? i know you wanna kiss me love.”

your heart was pounding at this point. he was right, you did want to steal a kiss from him. but how could you?

cold fingertips touched your warm cheeks, which only got hotter as he rested his palms on them. your mind was running in circles at that point. the only thing you could do is shut your eyes as your boyfriend finally did the very thing you couldn't do.

what you didn't expect was a a bite to the earlobe, forcing a yelp out of you and clinging onto his shoulders.

beyond flustered to even look at him, he could only laugh at your reaction. something he both expected and enjoyed.

"what's the matter? shy?"

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

scary boyfriend who loves you!

despite all your doubts, you somehow managed to score a date with inui. boy oh boy, did that man flick a switch in you.

similar to kokonoi, you have yet to steal your first kiss with him despite dating for a good two years now.

only difference is, inui is the shy one!

attempts to kiss him ends with his hand over your lips, all while he tries to hide his flustered face and reddened cheeks.

of course, that never stopped you. it surely didn’t on the night of a certain date.

sitting in the car after spending the evening at a diner, you two were just talking, occasionally staring into one another before one of you got too shy.

suddenly an idea came over your head.

maybe you two are doing a at home date, snuggling and watching a movie. inui loves physical affection, so it’s natural for him to be a cuddle bug!

at one point, you snuggle extra close to him. maybe plant a little kiss on his shoulder.

he notices, a pink hue begins to form on his cheeks. you would keep going, kissing his shoulder up to his cheek. till he turned his head around, and you stole the opportunity.

the kiss was sudden, until inui succumbed to it.

it was slow and passionate, with you resting your hands on his shoulders to calm his tense nerves.

pulling away, inui was more flustered then before. however, he cracked a small smile before looking down at your hands that were now holding his.

“that was…better then i could imagine. 🤍”

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roryvampire · 22 days

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i got monster fest frankie!! and yes- i absolutely despised the pants fringe just as much if not more in person. so i was brave. heres pictures for anyone curious!!

theyre soooooo stunning. im in love w/ them. the pants were horrible (to me). i couldnt stand them (this is my opinion). cutting the tassels off was absolutely the right move, no doubt abt it. it was pretty easy too. i cut the long parts off first and carefully shaved down the excess. its a little more visible irl than in the pictures (still pretty invisible), but they kind of just look like a seam line. either way i think they came out great!! i like them a hell of a lot more now.

if i were braver and knew where my sewing machine was i might have just tore the seam and took out the whole piece entirely but im not braver and i dont know where my sewing machine is lol.

(i also think it would be rlly cute to cut the other leg short and use some of the excess to make cargo shorts. its the cargo shorts lover in me. i cant help it).

#monster high #frankie stein #frankie monster high #my dolls #dollblr #monster high doll #my post

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m1dn1ght-hag · 10 months

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hello ^^ can i request a sebek x male reader?

oo maybe the reader can sew and he makes cute little plushies of him and sebek so they can still have each other even when the other is far away. the image of post nrc sebek being away for a mission and bringing his mini reader along makes me sob and kick my feet </3

preferably a fluff but if you want to turn it into an angst to fluff then i don’t mind 👀

☽ starring | Sebek x male reader

☽ pronouns used | he/him

☽ genre | mostly fluff <3, hint(?) of angst

☽ summary | Mc gifts Sebek a hand-made plushie, and his ordeals with said plushie

☽ CW | mentions of a sewing needle (but its very brief), Lilia being a little shit, cuss word (like… once?)

☽ note | the idea of sebek secretly carrying around a plushie of his boyfriend for times he can’t be around him is so goddamn sweet im goginf to WXPLODE 😭 got my brain absolutely PUMPING rn. soft sebek owns my heart

Sebek knew about Mc’s hobby during their time at NRC. He’d watch him work, when he wasn’t looking of course, marveling at his craft. At the time, if Mc were to catch him staring he’d deny it adamantly and avert his gaze, a red tint making it’s way along his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

Sebek stared at Mc, deadpanned, as he held up a plushie in his image in front of him, waiting for him to grab it.

“…Mc, what is this?” He furrows his brows, unsure of what Mc wants him to do with it.

“I made me-“ Mc point to himself, “-for you,” he point to Sebek. Motioning for him to grab the plushie, he reach into his bag with his free hand, “and I made you, too!”

Holding the plushie up for Sebek to see as he gingerly pulls the one that looks like Mc out of his hand, flushing at the plushie in his likeness. Unsure of what to say he just stares at Mc, then the plushie in his hands, then the plushie in his, then back to Mc.

Sebek has seen Mc working on something earlier, either by hand or with machine, and wondered what he was making, but didn’t pry seeing as he needed his concentration to avoid hurting himself with the needle.

A simple “why?” was all he could manage out, confused at the gesture.

“Well… Now that we’ve graduated, you have a full-time job as Malleus’ knight and have to leave on ‘business trips’ often. So, I thought it’d be nice for us to have, y’know? So, when we get lonely, we have our mini uses.” Mc rambles out, gesturing to himself and Sebek as if to enunciate his point as he feels his face warm when explaining his thought process.

Sebek’s eyes fall back onto the plushie in his hands, studying all the love put into the small details and stitching. The pale green heart sewn onto the shirt made his own heart skip a beat, as a red tint made it’s way to his ears.

Mc watched his expression nervously, worrying that maybe he overstepped. He chewed on his lip nervously until he noticed the way Sebek’s face turned red the longer his eyes lingered on the doll, pupils dilating ever so slightly.

“…Thank you,” he muttered out eventually, eyes still trained on Mc’s gift.

“Do you like it?” Mc inquires and Sebek cleared his throat, finally broken free from his trance.

“It’s decent work, for a human,” he coughed out the last bit, however Mc knew his words held no real bite by the way he couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Well, I’m glad. I put all of my love into making this for us,” Mc sighs, reaching his free hand up to squeeze Sebek’s, smiling when he felt him squeeze back.

Sebek didn’t respond, eyes now trained on the doll in Mc’s hands and the heart— in his favorite color, he noted— sewn into it’s shirt as well. He was genuinely impressed by Mc’s talent, always has been since freshman year, and how well he managed to capture both his and Sebek’s likenesses in such.. Cutesy, and simple dolls.

“Can… I see yours?” He seemed to hesitate, the red returning to his cheeks at his idea.

“Oh, yeah!” Handing him the doll, Mc watched as he stares at them intensely for a good minute before he shakily moves them closer together, giving the illusion that they’re holding hands as his face bursts red and he quickly hands the one that looks like him back to Mc.

Mc barely had anytime to process the action before Sebek drops the doll back into his hands, clearly embarrassed by what he’d just done.

“I appreciate it, thank you very much!” He yelled quickly. Mc couldn’t help the way his heart swelled and hammered against his chest, only smiling at him, though his gaze was turned away from Mc.

And though he would never admit it aloud due to his pride, he definitely carries the plushie gifted to him around. The silly little plushie becomes a comfort item, especially when he has to be away from Mc for long periods of time due to his service to Malleus. On days he especially misses his boyfriend, and physically can’t hold him, he cuddles the plushie. He holds it close to him, trying to feel his warmth through it, and even presses small kisses to the top of its head.

Sebek let out an irate sigh as he opened his eyes, staring up at the roof. He’d been gone for roughly two weeks now, and each day he missed Mc more than the last. He’s found it hard to sleep without Mc next to him, ever since he snuck into his bed one night at NRC, and not being able to have him next to him was slowly tearing him apart.

Tiredly, he rolled onto his side, clutching the doll close to his chest. Sleeping on his back was just not gonna be an option tonight, it seemed.

He would get so embarrassed if Lilia, Silver, or Malleus were to find the plushie. Lilia and Silver would tease him lightheartedly, watching the red flush spread across his cheeks as he turns away and clamps his eyes shut, embarrassed that he was found carrying a plushie of his boyfriend for comfort.

It was week three of his departure and Lilia had found his bag. Being the little shit he is (affectionate), he decided to dig around in it.

“Awww, Sebek what is this?” Lilia coos, holding up the plushie he pulled from his bag as Sebek’s face immediately turned bright red.

“Master Lilia!” Sebek yelped, reaching for the plushie in the fae’s hands, as he snickered at Sebek’s desperation.

Silver turns his head at the commotion, eyes landing on the doll in Lilia’s hands.

“Sebek has a doll of his boyfriend, how cute!” Lilia giggles as Sebek hastily retrieves it from his grasp, hiding it from Malleus’ gaze as the prince also turned to them with a quirked brow.

Silver walked over, a slight smirk in his lips, “does he, now?”

“I do not!” Sebek insisted, having hid the doll underneath his arm, “I don’t need the comfort of a doll! I am Lord Malleus’ knight, and knights don’t need dolls!”

“Poor Sebek’s embarrassed,” Lilia sighed, obviously teasing Sebek, evident by his tone and the mischievous glint in his gaze.

“May I see?” Malleus inquired.

“There’s nothing to see!”

“GASP!” Lilia faked a shocked expression, cupping his hands over his mouth, “Sebek? Ignoring a request from Malleus? What a scandal!”

“URGH,” Sebek jerked, freezing as if he got shot.

“Father…” Silver shook his head upon watching Sebek’s inner conflict through his body movements.

“Ah, t’was simply a jest. Youngins these days,” Lilia relented with a sigh.

He keeps it with him all the time, and on the off-chance he misplaces it, he is absolutely DEVASTATED until he finds it again and cries tears of joy (not that he’d admit it to anyone.)

Week four, he’d misplaced the plushie.

When he realised he lost it, it tore him up inside. He was so upset about it. It was a gift from Mc, and it brought him comfort when he couldn’t be around him, and now it’s gone. He didn’t know what he’s do if he couldn’t locate the plushie again.

He began to rummage through every single one of his bags, drawers, baskets, sheets, anything to find where he lost the doll as he felt tears stinging in his eyes.

“Where…” He sniffled, swallowing thickly as he tore his room apart in the search, feeling his heart drop more each time he couldn’t find the plushie. He checked under the sheets, under the pillow, under the mattress. Yet, everything was turning of cold and he was getting more upset as time passed.

He slumped against the bed, shoulders hunched as he ran a hand down his face feeling defeated. He felt bad about having lost the heartfelt gift Mc gave him, and even more so since it brought comfort to him since the two of them were separated. He couldn’t dare to ask him to make him another, so he’d just have to find the one he lost.

“Hey, Sebek?” A knock on his door startled him, and he jolted up.

“Yes? What is it?” He steeled his voice, surprisingly good at hiding the wobble he was expecting to hear.

“You forgot your doll in Lilia’s quarters, he asked me to return it to you. Said something about how devastated you’d be without your boyfriend?” Sebek felt relief wash over him at Silver’s words and he promptly stood, casting a quick spell to hide the evidence of his despair.

Swiftly pulling the door open, and startling Silver, he nodded his head, grabbing the plushie from Silver’s hands, “Thank you!”

And the door was shut as quick as it was opened.

“Uh? You’re.. Welcome?”

When the two of them are together, the plushies are always side-by-side, holding hands.

“Welcome home, Sebek,” Mc embraced Sebek as he entered the door, feeling the way he melted in his grasp. He placed a kiss against Sebek’s cheek, before he buried his nose in his neck, breathing in his scent that he’d missed so much.

Sebek’s usual well-maintained hair was unkempt and falling in his face, much to his distaste, as he returned Mc’s embrace. He could feel Sebek’s exhaustion in the way he draped over him, holding him close and enveloping him in his warmth. The embrace lasted like that for a couple minutes, neither of them saying anything.

He eventually, begrudgingly, pulled away to reach into his bag and Mc watched as he pulled out the plushie he gifted him. He then walked into the bedroom, where Mc’s sat, and placed it next to it, red blossoming along his cheeks.

“I couldn’t keep them separated,” he turned away to hide his blush when he caught Mc gaze.

☽ final note | i hope this was enough, if you want me to go more in depth of sebek and his plushie i most certainly can 🫶

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek fluff

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birdlibrary · 5 months

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if yre not first searching ebay when u need to buy something online yr absolutely doing it wrong. ebay rules i love ebay. ebay has almost everything you need. it's easy to find a good seller bcuz the reviews will always be pretty honest & reliable. although it is not *required* it is a huge part of ebay culture to review all items you purchase as a buyer, which is part of what makes ebay so great since it allows you to weed out sellers who have been unreliable or sell kinda bad quality products. you will also get reviewed as a buyer. a lot of things have free shipping and most of the time it's coming from an actual person who has chosen to run an ebay store. they likely package up your item themself and mail it to you directly from their home or something. one time I ordered a new notebook and got a note inside from the seller with $2 saying that shipping wasn't as expensive as he thought so he enclosed a couple bucks as refund. today I got a power cable for my sewing machine in the mail from a seller who, upon viewing his profile, is clearly passionate about recycling old junk and sells mostly hard to find power cables, parts for fans, paper furnace instructions, just the most random stuff like that. and in my package today he included a little piece of cardboard, presumably to maintain pkg rigidity in the mail, but he also drew a little smiley face and wrote 'thank you' along with something else I couldn't even decipher in a thick sharpy scrawl. literally how cute is that!!!! im over here thinking about this guy collecting things, rescuing power cables form tangled thrift store bins, packaging all these items up for people and mailing them out, writing little notes; it must bring him joy to do so. fuck amazon so hard but also the whimsy and joy of ebay is so nice!! im literally having fun buying an $8 sewing machine cable from some dude in indiana and so is he. thx for reading my ebay love letter next time you need something pls keep it in mind

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megalony · 1 year

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Look at us- Part 2

This is the second part of my new Henry Cavill series, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely to have.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @avyannadawn @dreaming-about-fanfictions @afro-hispwriter

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Summary: After losing a baby a few months ago, (Y/n) is still suffering horrible back pains that she needs strong painkillers to manage. But she has to be okay and in control to look after her family and she knows she is relying too much on pills to gain back her life and control.

Enjoy.

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With a bright smile on her face, Ella threw the crayons back into the plastic tub and closed the lid with an air of accomplishment about her. Her head swayed along with the song on the CD player next to her and she hummed the tune while she walked over to the bookshelf they used for toys and games.

Her bright blue eyes glanced around her before she put the crayon box back and slowly pulled out the blue plastic box with a sticker on that said 'Jesse'.

Ella didn't think it was fair that Jesse got to have special pens and erasers because she too liked them.

The blue box was full of erasers that looked like small toys, there were ones made like food, such as a burger or chips or a milkshake. Others were cars, animals and even a small sewing machine eraser. But the better ones were the plain rectangle erasers that had different smells; Ella loved the blueberry one. They were sensory to Jesse, he wouldn't try and eat the erasers for some reason even though he had PICA, he would sit and smell them for ages and throw them around. And some of the felt-tip pens he had were ones that smelt too, cherry, orange, strawberry, lemon.

It didn't seem fair that all of the fun ones were Jesse's. He didn't take care of them like Ella did hers, Jesse would blunt the felt-tip pens and ruin the ink and he would snap pencils and he threw the erasers. Ella never did that.

But she knew what her dad said. She couldn't play or use them if she was around Jesse because they were his and he got upset if she used his things. He didn't like sharing, he didn't understand how to share and the way to teach him was to have seperate things for all the kids.

When the conservatory door squeaked open, Ella was quick to shut the lid and push the box back into its usual place, feeling relieved when she saw it was only Brodie coming into the room.

"Mum said we're going out now." Brodie motioned with his hand for Ella to follow him and he waited patiently for her to grab her picture from the table which she held like it was made out of gold dust.

"I'm going to show mummy my picture," She proudly held it out towards him, her smile reaching her eyes as they walked through the kitchen until Brodie stopped.

"You can't show mum this."

"Why not?"

Ella turned around so abruptly she almost bashed into the kitchen table. Her smile quickly turned into a frown and her foot stomped against the floor as she waited for her brother to say something mean or silly about her picture. She could do what she wanted. (Y/n) loved all her pictures and Henry put them up on the wall in the play room or even on the fridge if he was especially proud.

"You've put Lilah on it," Brodie's voice came out as a small whisper and he did a quick sweep of the kitchen, making sure their mum wasn't around to hear him. He was the eldest, he was the big brother and he was used to looking after Ella and helping care for Jesse. Their dad treated him like a big boy, he gave him responsibilities and they had grown-up chats too.

Henry had to explain to Brodie that Lilah had passed away but with Ella, all he could say was she had gone to heaven because she was only five and she didn't understand what it truly meant or how much it hurt. Brodie on the other hand, could see how drastically it had changed (Y/n) to lose Lilah and how heartbroken it had rendered his dad.

He had also been told by his dad that he shouldn't talk about Lilah unless it was absolutely necessary because it was too upsetting, especially for (Y/n). They would always acknowledge Lilah's existence and would always love her, but for now, it was too hard to talk about.

"She's my sister, nanny said we can still tell people we have a baby sister, even if she isn't here."

She had drawn a family picture of all of them, it seemed natural and the right thing to do to add Lilah on there as well. Ella had never seen her. She briefly remembered patting and kissing (Y/n)'s tummy a few times. And she knew the picture in the living room was of Lilah, swaddled up in a lavender blanket and little white hat on her small head.

What kind of big sister would she be if she didn't put her little sister on the family picture?

"Yeah, but dad said talking about her upsets mum, it'll make her cry. Put it away and show dad when he comes home."

"But-"

"Ella, put it away."

With a huff and another shake of her head, Ella made sure to stomp her feet as she left the kitchen to go to her room and put the picture away safely until her dad came home. He would appreciate her drawing, even if Brodie didn't.

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"Can we go to the park?"

Turning her head, (Y/n) looked over at Brodie who had one hand subconsciously holding onto the handle of the pram out of habit and instinct. He was looking around the pharmacist like it was some kind of shop of wonder and every person was someone he could watch and study.

"If you want to." Something close to relief broke out on (Y/n)'s face and made her smile as she thought to herself.

She could actually walk today.

Sometimes, it felt like her pain was just imaginary, that she was having some kind of phantom symptom or part of a psychosis where she didn't actually have the pain at all. The other day she couldn't get down the stairs on her own and Henry had taken to carrying her up and down the stairs, insisting that he would rather carry her than watch her be in pain. But today, (Y/n) could properly stand up straight and walk without being doubled over.

Going to the park was on the way home anyway and it would do her some good to keep moving around. She was at risk for blood clots on a normal day which was why she was usually active and being a mum made her very busy. Being pregnant increased her risk of blood clots and she'd had two already, moving around significantly reduced the risks and it did feel good to be back to being mobile again.

"Prescription for (Y/n) Cavill," (Y/n) pushed the pushchair forward to the desk and handed over her paper prescription.

It was a relief that her doctor didn't ask to assess her again, instead she just re-ordered (Y/n)'s tramadol when she said the pain hadn't gone away yet. It was less hassle and so much easier to just stay on the tablets, just for now. They did help when the pain was excrutiating and even though she was feeling better, (Y/n) wanted to be safe.

She needed to have them on hand in case in the morning, she was back to being hunched over or even if she laid down tonight and she couldn't get a wink of sleep.

They were a necessity to have around the house or in her bag, just in case. It just meant that she didn't tell Henry she'd got them again. He had got her some other soluble painkillers that were supposed to be good and effective when he knew her tramadol had run out. She couldn't tell him she'd collected some more because he was starting to worry she was taking them for too long and if he knew (Y/n) took an extra one here and there to manage the pain, he would only worry.

(Y/n) didn't want him worrying any more than this, she was relying on him a lot as it was. He doted on her, carried her up the stairs, comforted her when she was sobbing in agony and he did anything he could to help. She couldn't worry him in return.

She slipped the small square box of tablets into her bag and turned the pram around, guiding them all out with Brodie on her right and Ella holding her other hand.

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A smile bubbled up on (Y/n)'s face when she felt a pair of strong arms suddenly enveloping around her waist and a chin perching on her shoulder. She could feel Henry's breaths tickling against the side of her neck and his chest rumbled against her back as he murmured something she couldn't make out.

She knew he had come home, all the kids had rallied to the front door to bombard him when they heard his car pull up in the drive. Even Jesse had gone towards the commotion with a chew toy hanging from his mouth and a cheesy grin on his little face.

Brodie had told him they had gone to the park and that Jesse had loved the roundabout, Ella had demanded he look at her new drawing she did earlier and Henry had obliged. Seemingly disappearing with their brood until he silently crept into the kitchen and surprised (Y/n).

"Are you feeling better?"

Henry kissed the side of (Y/n)'s neck and held her tighter to his chest when he was sure that she wasn't in pain. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, breathing in her scent. It surprised him to see her standing up straight today when he came into the kitchen but it was a welcomed surprise. He had left early this morning and he almost didn't go to his press meeting today in case (Y/n) was still in a bad state. He didn't want her continuously going up and down the stairs if she couldn't stand straight or running around after the kids.

But he was more than happy to see his wife finally able to stand up alone, unaided and seemingly without much discomfort or pain.

"Hm, a lot better today. Managed to walk all the way to the park and back."

"That's great, keep taking the painkillers for it though, don't want you waking in the morning and being back to square one again." Henry knew one good day like today could spread and last for a week or it could vanish in the morning as if it was all just a dream.

(Y/n) needed to continue taking something for the pain even if she was feeling a lot better. They needed to play it safe and make sure the edge was taken off until she was fully better again.

"I will,"

With a soft smile, (Y/n) slowly turned around in Henry's arms until they were facing each other and his bright, toothy grin made her knees go weak. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she could have melted right there on the spot.

Her arms moved to loop lazily around his neck and his arms tightened even more around her and tugged her closer to his chest like he was trying to merge them together. It felt good to be held like this again and to cling to him without needing to be lifted up to relieve any pain. It was thrilling to be back in Henry's arms for love, not for pain relief or comfort to take her mind off the agony she had been feeling.

"I've missed you," Her words were murmured against his lips when he leaned down to kiss her, his light stubble tickling her cheek.

"Don't worry baby, I'm all yours tonight."

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry x reader #henry cavill fluff #imagine #look at us #pregnancy #pregnant! reader

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thisbuildinghasfeelings · 2 months

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hi hello anne! i hope you're having a lovely thursday afternoon, i just returned from the post office and i am SCREAMING. your BEAUTIFUL art in my home, i am so honored. thank you so so much :)

anyways, im here to ask, how do you recommend to store/display/care for it? (is this a stupid question? i'm sorry if im being dumb lol i dont know what im doing lol but i want to keep it beautiful!)

okay done being annoying in your inbox im sorry you can take me to jail now lol

Rachel! I'm so happy it arrived!!

There's definitely no one way to display a cross stitch, but if you don't do anything with it and just leave it as is, the edges will start to fray, so it's probably a good idea to do something.

I washed and ironed the piece before I mailed it, but if it got wrinkled in transit, you can get it damp, flip it over, and iron the back of it on low to get the wrinkles out. You don't want to iron directly on the front of the stitches, so only iron the back side. The thread is color fast so you don't need to worry about getting it wet, it will be fine and the colors won't run.

As for how to display it, there are lots of different options. The way I usually go with for the ones I display is to just stick it in a frame. I think that's probably the best way to keep it protected and keep it from getting dirty. Usually I will also buy some adhesive mounting board like this. You can cut the mounting board to the size of the frame, stick the cross stitch on it and then pop it into the frame! That's what I did for all of these:

I use variations on this technique for framing as I think it's the easiest, but there are actually lots of different ways people do it, just google "how to frame cross stitch" if you want some different options!

My other favorite way to finish a project for display is to have my aunt turn it into a pillow (I can cross stitch but I'm not great with a sewing machine, so I have to go to my aunt for this part). This is what she did with a Schitt's Creek project I finished a few years ago:

There are other ways to finish a project for display, including sticking it in an embroidery hoop and covering the back (or not, that's not necessarily required if you don't mind the back showing). I did that for my cross stitch ornaments that I made for my Lone Star tree. I just put them in these little hoops and glued some felt onto the back.

This youtube video shows a fairly simple way of doing this, and again there are a million different ways people do it, so you can google for different options!

Feel free to ask me any follow up questions or send me any and all messages because AS WE'VE ESTABLISHED, YOU ARE NOT ANNOYING!! 💜

#i will let you off with a warning this time #but next time JAIL #lone star cross stitch #answered ask

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brella-boi · 17 days

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Building Dango: Part 14

At last!!

Sewed the green-blue fur blend onto the neck, and put the liner in as well and ooooh goodness it looks so dang good pinned together. Wowowowow. Incredible.

For the neck lining i. Well i ran out of the liner fabric lol. So I got this new liner that is 4 way stretch purple glitter lycra that Im also going to use for the lining of paws. Its so nice to the touch...

Next up, the paws!!

I got this 2 way stretch red vinyl. And Ive had it for quite a bit since I ordered it a couple months early in case it took a really long time to ship from Poland. And it was shoved in my fabric box for a couple weeks, constantly skrunked and unskruned until the skrunk was too much and there were CREASES.

Since this is vinyl/pvc that also stretches, I was EXTREMELY hesitant to iron it in case it melts. Even if the back is woven, its still a gamble. So after reading for advice online I came to the age ole trick: have a hot fucking shower and let the steam uncrease it.

So off it went into the bathroom with me- I needed a scrub anyway LOL

And honestly!! It did work! I left it hanging for a good few hours and it became mostly crease free where I needed it to be :)

This fabric is going to be our claws. Machine sewed. After making so many beetle plushies this was child's play at this point.

The overall jist of the paws is to make the underside fluffy as well as the knuckles, to hide where the vinyl meets with the real fabric because I know that wasnt going to be super neat with the way theyre made.

The first part is easily machine sewed! All the claws, and the palms. But actually sewing the fingers together? Boy thats a challenge for hand sewing only.

Blanket stitched together. And homestly??? Honestly??? Im fucking in love. And they FIT

Still not done though! Continuing paws soon...

#dangoproject #fursuit #fursuit paw #fursuit maker

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doctorwhoisadhd · 2 months

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can u tell us more abt Patch Vest plz? it sounds very cool i love when people do fun stuff w their clothes

oh its not much yet, i just have been thinking, open punk jacket + tits out is such a great look but i wont exactly be able to wear my patch jacket to pride in june since itll be way too hot, so itd be awesome if i had a summer version of my patch jacket. and i figured id see if the cool thrift store had something bc thats where i got the jacket which fit me perfectly and was only like $18. so i went to look for a potential patch vest not really expecting anything necessarily and there it was and it fits me PERFECTLY and is almost the exact color id been imagining! which rules! im going to sew up the pockets to make Inside pockets (like i did with the jacket, but it already basically had inside pockets, unlike the vest, which i will need to sew up the entire bottom of what would be the inside pocket). and then it looks like the bottom hem of the jacket is fraying so im thinking about possibly doing what i can about that with my moms sewing machine this summer. and then i do have at least one patch for it which is an ezra williams one! and then on @sol1loqu1st's recommendation i did decide to do safety pins so i have a zigzag on one shoulder and just a straight line of diagonal ones on the other. to make it clear that its a Punk Vest. i have some other safety pin ideas as those might not stay where they are but im just thinking this one will be an edgier one (my main patch jacket is intentionally a little toned down so its appropriate for a teacher to wear to school lol). but yeah i have no idea what im gonna do other than that

#deciding i needed a patch vest was a Very recent development #askbox #ari opinion hour #this is more ideas than i thought i had tbh #also thank u nick for the idea of safety pins yippee!

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a-strange-inkling · 6 months

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hi hi hi!

Do you have any snippets we could see? No rush but Im gasping for hellcheer content. All my bookmarked ao3 works havent updated in weeks/months and Im beginning to feel like we are dying out.

Or maybe if you have any recs! Ive read the shade of aurelias and love is a mist but if there are any others youve been personally loving, id really appreciate the rec 💛

I’ve got a little Vanishing and will post a fic rec on Friday! Don’t worry, we’re alive and well, thousands of fics and art for just five minutes of screen time. Things just get harder to post this time of year for people with the holidays and such.

Snippet:

Thirteen hours earlier…

The whirring of the machine fills her ears as she stands, half naked, in the center of the sewing room, trying to keep her limbs from trembling.

“Hold still, dear.” Her mother dresses her slowly, sliding her cheer skirt up her legs last. Chrissy closes her eyes, stepping into the tiny circle one foot at a time, sucking in her stomach and holding her breath as she lifts it up to her waist line and pulls up the zipper.

Please God, please, she prays, eyes on the cross hanging on the wall, avoiding the full body mirror propped in front of her.

“There, what did I tell you, it needed to be taken in a few inches,” her mother’s hands smooth over her stomach, and Chrissy keeps the muscles of her abdomen clenched tightly, not even daring to breathe.

“My pretty girl,” she says softly to herself, touching her coiled hair, guiding her chin so that she’s facing herself in the mirror. Chrissy stares at herself vacantly. Not moving. Not breathing. Keeping everything inside. “What do we say?”

“Thank you.” Chrissy whispers meekly.

Her mother gives her a wide, unnerving smile, eyes flashing. Suddenly her hand slides down, seizing her neck, squeezing. Chrissy’s surprised scream is strangled as she flails, grasping at her mother’s iron grip.

“M-mom, no pl—”

“You’re going to look so beautiful.”

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #ask answered #anon ask #old haunts #the vanishing of chrissy cunningham

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thesadboisguidetolife · 10 months

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My sweet angel @iamanimaginarybeing tagged me to post a selfie and answers some questions so here we go!!

Had to pull the shirt down because these trunks leave NOTHING to the imagination lol also because this shirt is one of my favorites

Are you named after anybody? I was actually given my name BECAUSE my mom didnt want me to have the "family name" lol

Do you have any kids? i do! i dont talk about it much though because its not my place to put out my kids info like that unless they're comfortable with it.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Nooooooooooooooo. Not at aaaalllllll.

When was the last time you cried? Oh babe, i cry a good amount lol. there was a post i reblogged about the guy who went back to retake this picture in this old timey place that had me misty eyed. If we're talkin like haaaard cry..... a couple of weeks ago my depresso got kinda bad and i had me a little cry in the shower. but im good now 🥰

Whats the first thing you notice about people? oh God im gonna come across SUPER LA but, the vibes. Whether someones timid, loud, how they talk, body language, just the whole thing.

Eye Color? Brownish?!?! Ive been told i have little bits of green in them but please don't look into my eyes. I get embarrassed and feel uncomfortable in a comforting way if that makes ANY sense at all

What sports do you/have you played? Soccer and Basketball in teams growing up. Nothing much other than that lol

Any Special Talents? I can knit, crotchet, play guitar, bass, ukulele, im decent with a sewing machine, i can cook, i would like to think that im getting better at photography, i can pop my left shoulder out of my socket (?) haha this ones hard for me.

Where were you born? In the Antelope Valley, Southern California.

Scary Movies or happy endings? Scary Movies WITH Happy Endings. FUCK The Strangers. I love/hate that movie so much and i know it goes against my answer because it has one of thee most fucked up endings but.....damn lol

Do you have any pets? 2 cats

How Tall are you? a humble 5'6". lol

Favorite subject in school? Cooking, followed by French, followed by Weight Training lol

Dream Job? Cook at the Queer Commune lol honestly, i think im currently working on something id LOVE to do till the end of time but we'll see. I dont want to jinx it

Imma tag @sucker-for--anything-acoustic @campcrow2 @adamsmasher @floofiest-doof @beast-0f-lavendertown @circle-of-power @odeada-nightspawn @jambos6 @spider-boy1989 @skiingcows @snikt-yip @penismage @traumadumpling @chibi-masshuu @kaleidoscope-cosmic-power for now 🥰

#me #tags #selfie

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