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gladfang · 7 months

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now that we have all 18 i'm posting my personal project voltage ranking :]

PSYCHIC TYPE MIKU - 4/10 it's fine. its the closest to base miku of all the designs? like this is what i'd imagine if we got a miku collab in the newest games. nothing about ti really says psychic type to me though, which is why its low

GRASS TYPE MIKU - 2/10 i hate this design. not only is it boring but i don't like the colours, i think it looks messy and it might be the style disconnect or the design itself but if you didn't tell me who this was i wouldn't think it was miku. a grass type cheerleader doesn't sound like a bad shout which is why im so sad it sucks

FIRE TYPE MIKU - 5/10 . its just basic. it gets one point more than psychic because i have fire type bias but other than that its underwhelming. idk whats going on with her legs either? is it like exposed robotics? idk its just a miss for me

WATER TYPE MIKU - 8/10 this is so cute. the water textured hair, the tan lines, the like lifeguard gear(?) and the pokeball beach ball? it all comes together so well. i don';t think you can really go wrong with a water type design? even if i don't love water types myself you can't deny their designs just come together

ELECTRIC TYPE MIKU - 10/10 oh baby girl my BIAS i fucking love electric miku. shifting her blue accents into green, giving her a suit and making her a split-dye blonde were all such good decisions. i love the silhouette of the big puff pants tucked into the rubber boots and the suspenders with the lightening cane. everything about this makes me so happy

NORMAL TYPE MIKU - 9/10 i might be going back on what i said with psychic miku but to me even though it's very reminicant of base miku, it works better AND does enough to set her in her own typing. the multicoloured accessories, the rings, the glasses and the body suit. if we ever did get a real collab of her in game i hope this is the direction they'd go

ICE TYPE MIKU - 8/10 full disclaimer so much of this is just because im obsessed with her hair and suit combo. shes not outright evil looking like dark type but i still feel like shes a rival with a lot of power, anbd tbf a lot of ice type characters are made to be Icy in personality. my only gripes are the red bag chain and the open heels

ROCK TYPE MIKU - 6/10 its fine! it might be because i dont like the colour scheme or that i'm not a huge fan of all the flowy fabric, (especially because it directly follows ice type miku which made a point to utalise the sharpness you'd associate with ice) but i just doesn't wow me.

GROUND TYPE MIKU - 7/10 i really love this design, i adore the colour scheme and the cactus braids, i think she looks like a trainer you'd be ambushed by in the desert and the soundtrack would kick up and it'd RULE... my drawback is i don't think she looks like miku? i thought she was gumi at first and now i can't really unsee it. but eh im nitpicking

FLYING TYPE MIKU - 5/10 again, i like it but its very standard for a flying type character. the cloud braids and the sheer sleeves are fun! they're definately my favouritre part of the design. idk why her legs are painted white, i think they look kind of silly and im confused about the platform sandles but other than that its fine

FAIRY TYPE MIKU - 6/10 a cute miku design for a cute pokemon type, can't really go wrong with that. i enjoy that they didn't go lolita style with her, which i fully assumed was going to the case, but instead a gal type with the fake nails and pleat skirt. i enjoy that its a different way of doing a look for miku we've seen plenty of times before

BUG TYPE MIKU - 6/10 i don't hate it! very simple but very effective. i like the segmented limbs, the insectoid braids, the wing bow that looks like butterfly wings. i'm just not super enthusiastic about the colours. maybe i'm just used to bug types being Creepier in my head so to just have her be cutesy is boring to me

POISON TYPE MIKU - 9/10 this is such a baity designnnn the only reason i didnt give it a 10 is because i hate that shade of green but thats a personal issue. the plastic baggy shoes, the toxtricity, the mad scientist goggles and latex gloves... it all comes together so beautifully. idk if its like too busy or again, maybe i just personally don't love the individual colours used. i really hope elements of this design are used for a future character

GHOST TYPE MIKU - 4/10 i honestly don't like this design. yeah lets make the ghost type miku... a ghost, and nothing else. i think it's really boring compared to all the other ones. the glitch element is really cool but that's... all thats going for it? the colour scheme is the same, the neon is boring and i think everything is very stylish for pokemon but idk i wish it was more unique

DARK TYPE MIKU - 10/10 babe holy shit. this is a gorgeous design, i'm so happy they went an evil miku route with it. i was going to say i wish there was more red, and then i noticed the underside of the hat in the other concept so i'm happy. shifting the cyan to the bottom of the design is a really good call. she looks expensive as she should

STEEL TYPE MIKU - 10/10 absolutely beautiful colour scheme, shifting everything to metalic shades of blue is perfect. i think it's my favourite overall. very strong typing without them just doing Robot which i assumed. LOVE the metal braids with the welded patches the most, and i jsut noticed theyre kind of shaped like leeks. the charm on the sandogasa and the arm/calf guards really bring it all together

FIGHTING TYPE MIKU - 8/10 the black, white and orange is gorgeous and i love the splash of green connecting to sir farfetched. i'm just not inlove with the leg split tbh, i think if it was a cape i'd like it more. i think my main drawback is idk it doesn't scream fighting type to me other than it being based on the pokemon

DRAGON TYPE MIKU - 9/10 AND IMMEDIATELY MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED. the cape really completes the knight motif of this design perfectly where i think the previous one lacked. the scale decor jumpsuit, the gauntlets and boots, the SWORD MIC and the tail braids. they really did keep getting better and whilst this isnt my favourite its such a strong finisher

#bzzt! is this thing on

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afunfunkytime · 2 years

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bamabanana and his tailor tendencies

Alabama is very into sewing/tailoring/dressmaking, and he's damn good at it

Its relaxing for him to just sketch out a design after a long day and get to work making patterns and stitching

He'll make anything he can, even if just to challenge himself. Y'all know he's made a ballgown at least once. Most of his pieces are menswear or long flowy dresses or skirts because he loves the way the fabric moves and they're fun to make, even if he'd never dream of wearing them (definitely has frolicked in a flower field at least once in a swirly twirly skirt just to see what it's like but will take that secret to the end of immortality)

He takes requests, doesn't insist on payment but does prefer a small fee for those not his friends. He's made a few of Nevada's drag pieces, judged a little internally but he did enjoy the project. Drag pieces are elaborate and creative and he likes a good experiment, does usually get paid to do these despite how fun it is

He'll fix any garment for free though, however way you want it. Resident seamster/tailor of the statehouse. You snag a thread on your shirt? No need to worry, Bamabanana's here in 0.3 seconds needle and thread in hand

He has a little sewing kit in his bag at all times in case of emergencies, it's got lots of thread colours and buttons and everything is organised perfectly into little boxes. The kit is in a wooden box handmade by Arkansas with flowers carved into the sides by Mississippi and painted carefully by Georgia, as a thank you gift for patching up their clothes after too many scrapes. The kit has followed him through his whole life, starting off with just a few spools of black thread and a couple mismatched buttons. It's his most prized possession.

He's made lots of things for lots of people but if he's honest, most of his creations are for him. Partially because he's not interested in spending money on overpriced poorer quality clothes when he could make his own which he'll love and treasure far more, partially because if he's staying up until 4am sewing a shirt then it's gonna be for someone worth the effort- also known as ✨him✨ or Georgia but that's another HC for another day

His favourite is a wool jacket with leather patchwork elbows that he made back in the 1920s and still wears today with a few adjustments for fit and restoration. Its not in pristine condition anymore but he kinda likes the natural wear and tear. Character development y'know

He embroiders his state bird on the label of all his creations as well as his state abbreviation. Most of his designs incorporate embroidery, he loves it. Most of his clothes have flowers and birds and butterflies on them, tiny ones just for flair. He embroiders peach blossoms over holes in Georgia's shirts, bluebonnets on Texas's shirt collars, 'Dolly' on pretty much everything Tennessee owns. He's damn good at it too, this man is TALENTED

He likes to sit on the porch and sketch whilst Georgia sleeps on his shoulder, often drawing inspiration from what he sees around him at that present moment. Mostly Georgia. Fat crush things y'know.

He's also a big fan of crochet and knitting, definitely gives grandpa vibes as he knits sweaters for the colder states and scarves for his southern friends just for fun. Each item he makes for a friend is personalised to them to an extent so loving that people have cried once or twice receiving a gift. Gift-giving is his favourite thing to do with his works, y'all bet all his friends have some Alabamabamababa swag

TLDR: bama sews

#the table #wttt #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #ben brainard #wttsh #other 2 alabama fans come get yalls juice #roll tide ig #bama has a fat crush on georgia and i WILL do more with that hc #we love a man that sews

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runawaymun · 2 years

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What kinds of clothing references do you like using for your drawings? The last one you posted looked almost like a chiton, and it made me think 'oh Cel and/or Elrond in a stola is good aesthetic' and so on. Do you just base it off the movies, or something else?

hELLO YES

it IS a chiton :D

I like to put her in them because she just looks so damn good. And now I want to try out drawing Elrond in a stola...

But hoo boi uh....ready for a too-long answer? No? Too bad you got one!

I'm kind of all over the place with my Elvish clothing because the question I usually just ask myself is "does it drape" -- especially with Cel because I constantly picture her in these really flowy outfits.

I do take some inspiration from the original films just because I'm obsessed with Ngila Dickson's thought process when she was coming up with a as-of-yet unimagined (except by Tolkien) aesthetic. The question she asked herself was "how do I make Elves look as large as possible on screen? As tall as possible? Larger than life?" and how she did it was these huge lines and yards and yards and yards of draping heavy fabric. And it absolutely fucks.

But in terms of reference photos, for Cel (and just female Elves in general) I'm very partial to using clothing references either from ancient Greek, ancient Egyptian fashion, or from Renaissance paintings (very partial to Raphael)

and then when it comes to men's fashion, usually specifically Elrond, my go-to is the structure offered by a Sherwani, but I also like to reference European court frocks from the early 1700s (like the pictured one below from Russia) because they fuck.

For more drapey-drapey comfy outfits I like to reference Chinese hanfu for both genders.

I struggle a LOT when I have to put ANY Elves in more casual lounge-about or practical outfits and so at that point I like to pull from pre-English Irish fashion.

Because it looks a little more movable.

But yeah basically TLDR: I use a lot of references because I'm REALLY bad with drawing clothing and used to always avoid it, but Elves are singlehandedly making me learn how to draw and structure clothes lmao. And I also like to pull a lot from the random shit that Aurora Asknes wears.

Which is very hyperspecific but idk I like how she puts together her outfits.

Thank you for the fun question!!!

#out of uniform #my art #too long answers to relatively simple questions #cw nudity #(not really it's just a renaissance painting)#LOTR #Tolkien #elves

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twistednuns · 7 months

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September 2023

Getting to wait on the orthopedic's balcony, alone. Sunshine, lots of bees on the Bluebeard plant. Piano music coming from the room behind me. Acupuncture and cupping.

Wholemeal buckwheat cookies.

A fantastic self care Sunday morning. I was in the mood to give myself a neck and shoulder massage with the Aesop oil I'd forgotten after my face care routine. And then I even did an EFT session with Gala - I'd been planning to get back into that for such a long time! I also managed to write a few pages in my journal today. Did some stretching. Shook my booty in front of the mirror. I even stopped eating my breakfast when I realised I wasn't really hungry!

My new Desigual clothes! The fabric is so smooth and shiny and the colour are vibrant. The iridescent water glass I got just to save on shipping costs makes me very happy, too.

I found some of my mum's letters to me. They were very loving and touching. Of course I cried. I miss her so much.

Wearing a long, flowy dress - just to take out the trash.

Fabulous Schönburn experiences: Driving to Austria with Sandra, Marah and Robert. Bonding along the way. Hopping naked into a forest lake in the middle of nowhere. So peaceful. Eating disgusting pizza, making up for eat with our fancy grocery shopping. Planning a clothing swap, talking about school and travelling, yoga, trauma. Painting people's naked bodies makes for lovely and surprisingly deep conversations as well (I decorated Sandra and Katharina, Benni's old girlfriend who's here as well). Sandra taught us all some hooping tricks. I got a free cheese crepe and a Brazilian bean dish. Luiz handmade and and served travel tips for Brazil along with the food. He played the guitar for a bit, I sang. In the morning, I got a little glimpse into the future from two of the resident witches. Funnily enough, they talked about Kali and a few topics I'd journalled about right before the session. Alexander's immersive experience was pretty fantastic, too. I took part in the cuddle puddle which almost turned into an orgy for me so I left early and was proud of myself. Tried out whips and floggers at an impact play workshop. The lead, Kali, is such an incredibly gorgeous human being. I was in my first threesome (which turned into a twosome after I while and I was grateful for it). There were so many unexpected connections. I danced and kissed Nagu and Galya on the dancefloor. Engaged with Rafael in such a gentle and loving manner. I felt taken care of. Fox was certainly a surprise - he took a liking to me and we ended up in the Ranger HQ early in the morning, talking. And of course there was Christian. My innocent suggestion to play bingo together resulted in a hot two day love affair with alluring power dynamic, intimacy, suspension. He also made me realise that perhaps I'm not gay enough for the type of relationship I'd been engaging in over the last months (and Daniela's unwanted attention highlighted that hunch). What else? A fantastic breathwork session with deep emotional release (after which C. came into my tent, brought me ice-cream and held me tightly for ten minutes). Being appointed the title Moon Goddess. A fun photo session with crazy lights. Cracking up about Robert's odd choice of words. Long talks with Katharina - and being brave enough to ask her to meet for drinks once we're both back in Munich (I've been working on my "last kid to be chosen in sports class" self-image; that weekend actually surprised me by showing me that I'm so much cooler and desirable than I ever imagined). Winning bingo. Someone twerking to the sound of a Jew's harp.

Giggling while eating almond cream because it just tastes so fantastic (like the filling of Raffaellos). The same thing happened when I took my first bite of the nougat bliss balls I discovered at the drugstore.

An easy morning at school. The fact that my commute is SO much shorter now. One morning, I walked to school in the sunshine, discovered a bar with a lovely name ("Zum Spozl") and a cosy bakery, peope drinking their cappuccinos outside, everything seemed a little enchanted.

Hanging out by the river with some burners. Fox arrived a little later, lay down with his head in my lap and I carressed his hair. I made karaoke plans with Emily and Ben - he mentioned an artist I hadn't listened to in years, Macy Gray. I spent the next morning listening to my favourite album of hers. So good.

Cycling so much more. Even long distances. Feeling the power in my legs, making it through tough parts, realising that I'm not my body.

A nice little talk with a new colleague (of course, the resident nerd girl) who promptly invited me to a Wiesn meet-up with the staff.

I expected to have Covid but it was just tonsillitis. So at least I only missed one day of school in my first week there and didn't have to suffer a whole lot thanks to antibiotics.

Making vegan peach scones.

Anton, a colleague I can have entire ironic conversations with, trash-talk, it's like a never-ending joke. But behind the facade he's actually a super affectionate guy!

Gratitude journalling, joining an online breathwork class. Reaching out socially. Doing the work!

Making my first pumpkin soup this year.

Seeing beauty everywhere! Purple and yellow flowers. Compliments.

Two lovely experiences with doctors: The highly energetic lady at the orthopedic practice who exaggerated all her moves (which helped her explanations so much, I could follow her perfectly) and complimented me on my nail polish. And when my medication wasn't available, my GP just walked over to the pharmacy with me, took out her medical license like a boss and prescribed something different for me on the spot.

My latest OSHO Zen tarot adventures: The Miser and the Lovers fell out of the deck. And it's beautiful. I keep drawing No-Thingness now... does the Universe want to bully me back into meditating daily?!

The subway driver re-opened the doors for me when I arrived on the platform late!

Finally working with the Expressed workbook. Eliah's breathwork session.

A crazy squirrel jumping up and down in the garden.

Fluffy pink clouds at sunrise.

Catan night with Caro, Kevin and Dave.

A chill day on the balcony. Breakfast, reading, mani/pedi with my legs up.

Having frozen dumplings at home! Knödel-upon-arrival.

Long conversations with Fox. Realising how similar we are.

Attending an Isar jam session with Manu! Playing ALL the instruments. Singing together, walking over to a little birthday rave with Felix, Michael, Emily and Chili. Receiving support when a crazy guy came running after me and wouldn't let me go.

My new-found magnetism.

Crazy dancing in my living room as preparation for a breathwork session.

"Danke fürs Unterrichten, es hat heute Spaß gemacht!" - which is not what you hear from your students every day.

My obsession with homemade burritos. Freakin' delicious and an easy way to sneak more legumes and vegetables into your diet.

The first choir practice after a very long break. Connecting with Kathrin, Fiorina and Heike.

Long talks with Frau Herzen. She's such a sweetheart.

Turning my room into a corn field with a new colour-changing lamp.

An older gentleman struck up a conversation during my morning commute by acting surprised that someone was still reading a book in a world of smartphone addicts. We spoke English (presumably because I had an English book in my lap) but quickly switched to French upon learning that he'd lived there for years. I was sad to get off at the next stop already.

Inventing space bun pigtails. Such a fun hairstyle.

Finally splurging on a Perifit. Fuck yeah gamification.

Starting my Kartoffelkombinat test phase. Picking up my first box of vegetables from a neighbour's garage.

The Gasteig rooftop is my new hotspot. The sunset view is breathtaking up there. The first night I went there I felt very pretty and sophisticated. Talked to Sandra for a long time until Felix showed up and we all cuddled on a bench. I loved touching his hand and his little carresses. What a gentle person!

Celebrating Sandra's birthday with a roadtrip to a lake south of Munich. I played sea monster with Tatjana's little son Lou and Robert taught me his best chess moves. Cake, prosecco, playing ball. Naughty sunset photos. Love!

Hanging out with Manu in the park. And meeting up for sushi. I love getting him to go take a break from work on Thursdays and spend some time with me.

Going to the gym with Caro! She lent me all the stuff I'd forgotten and corrected my posture on the machines. Gracias!

My therapist agreeing with me. Having a great conversation. And I actually get to give HER advice now sometimes.

Being pampered at the hairdresser's. I love Peggy, she's such a cool person and easy to talk to.

Meeting Franzi. We hadn't seen each other for such a long time. And that's always our dynamic - whenever we see meet we can't understand why we don't see each other more often because we get along famously. We talked about our dead parents and medical history. Life, plans, aspirations. I love her. Sitting outside Cafe Colombo with her felt like a warm embrace.

Bringing Manu along to choir practice! Everyone loved him and gave him a warm welcome (and Andrea compared him to a Viking?!). I've got two choir husbands now.

Visiting my granny friends on a very rainy Friday. Bringing my homemade Amaretto walnut cake. Promising to cook a tofu dish for them they'll actually enjoy.

Taking out the recycling one Sunday morning. Stopping at the playground to lie down in the nest swing.

Attending the Two Steps from Hell concert at Olympiahalle with Lena, Manu, Obi and two other friends. I loved the background choir and the majestic vibes. Whispering to Manu and Lena. Getting sour candy. Drifting off sometimes, thinking about C. Feeling hot wearing a see-through top and all black. Maintaining eye contact with a dude I thought I might know (and find attractive).

Getting back into graphic design work by designing a flyer for the clothes swap party I'm going to host with Marah in November. Next projects: the new playspace bingo sheet and a catcalling stamp.

Advertising my sex therapist services in a room full of parents.

My Wiesn evening with colleagues. I had the best conversations with Andrea, asked everyone what their go-to karaoke songs were. Grinding with Anton. Got a vegan sausage with Karina and schemed where to get a pocket knife to become blood sisters. I met Isi and realised that we'd already been to a wedding together. My highlight was getting to know Vietzi who's side hustle is working as a famous house DJ. When I looked into his eyes he held my gaze for a long time. Intense. And he smelled SO good.

I had a very positive experience with a class everyone had warned me about. In the end they even wanted to keep me as their class tutor!

Spekulatius almonds. More addictive than crack. Freeze-dried strawberries and spelt flakes.

A doggie showing up at choir practice. Learning complex/multi-layered new (for me) songs.

Learning that my therapist used to be a bookseller.

Lunch break at Gans am Wasser.

Cycling to the gym, getting a whole day for free. Hanging out on the rooftop, taking selfies. Having the sauna all to myself. Going swimming, doing strength training.

A strong massage.

Saving bakery goods via the TooGoodToGo app.

Getting shit done despite being SO tired!

The fact that my colleagues tell me what to do when I substitute for them! I love it when I don't have to came up with a random topic for students I don't even know.

Only preparing ONE wrap instead of two (which inevitably leads to overeating).

Another evening at Dachgarten with Sandra, Robert and Frank. Julien was there with his Micro Disco. I met Feli who told us about the Avantgardista fair and I hugged Stefan and Heike (these guys are the best).

Chili's birthday party! Emily's strong drinks, Ben's crazy accents. Slap shots. Trying N₂O for the first time. Painting Stefan's face with neon colours. A goodbye kiss.

Having my bike fixed (and the guy actually hurried up the process for me)! It feels amazing not to have loose pedals anymore - and working breaks don't hurt either.

#things i love #personal #present perfect #september #2023 #september 2023

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raj-illustration · 3 years

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A recent commission for the series “Bright Morn of Issareth” written by Sable Jak (this one is for Vol 3, and the space above our top swordsman was for the Title)

Her books are currently available on the Vella (which recently launched, and so if you get the app, it’ll give you some free purchases of stories, which is nice, and gives writers more options to make money off of their works) and it’s a sword wielding wuxia-inspired fantasy serial novel, so if you are into that sort of thing, go and check her works out. She worked in theater for forever writing screenplays so she’s well versed.

#art #digital #painting #cover #photoshop #swords #wuxia inspired #although this doesn't actually take place in china it's a fantasy it just follows that type of narrative #lots of flowy fabric in this one which was a lot of fun to paint but yes #it was also a lot of time #so I'm happy with how it turned out #boys with swords #fantasy

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pseudofaux · 3 years

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Pseu! I miss you, hope all is going well! Definitely a good night for a good drink!

How about some tipsy fun with Shigezane? 🥺🥺 maybe a 4 or 5? wreck me! Wait does he drink? Gosh I need to replay him.

Cheers!!❤❤❤

HEY, honey! Hello, I hope you are doing okay! What a bonkers year. 😫 I hope you are looking forward to your birthday! 💕💕💕

Shige DEFINITELY drinks, he gets straight up... “overtoasted” in a story or two. (my hero) SO LET’S WRECK YOU A LITTLE (with love)!

The watermelon frou frou drink you included looks sooooo yummy, I’m making this modern AU and putting it in. And thinking VERY HARD about the watermelon in my fridge.

CWs for: unprotected sex, Shigezane being criminally cute and having a perfect, totally bomb [REDACTED, TEXT IS PLACED BEFORE THE CUT]

totally bomb DICK, it’s his DICK, we all know it’s big

His name is Shigezane and he tastes like a sugar rim, the flirtiest sweetness she’s ever known. He smells sweet, too-- she thinks it’s Armani but can’t tell which one. It might be the sugar-rimmed drinks talking (she has the best buzz going, fun and still in control), but from his jokes and his touching her as they dance, it feels like he’d be an enthusiastic, gentle, appreciative lover.

She feels like she wants to find out if that’s true. Two more songs, she tells herself. If I still like him after two more songs, I’ll take him to my room. And aside from the thrill of that prospect, she’s hoping she still likes him after two more songs, because she likes him a lot right now. He’s made her laugh so much and his touches have all been warm and good, but not too much.

Just right. He’s Goldilocks.

(Okay, that’s got to be the sugar-rimmed drinks talking-- his hair is actually a pretty, soft brown that’s more silver than gold somehow. But he’s still just right. She wants to get her fingers in that hair. If he kisses so well he can distract her from the sugar rim of their watermelon shots when they’re pretty much in public, she has high hopes for what else he can do with his mouth when they’re alone.)

This reception has been fun. Ridiculous but happy, the height of happy beach summer to match the afternoon’s wedding. Bright flowers everywhere, a little umbrella in every drink. She’s tasted pineapple, watermelon, and coconut. It’s long past sunset now, but the dancefloor on the restaurant’s deck is close enough that they can hear the night waves, even the ones they can’t see.

There are even torches on the beach, and dark wood chairs in the sand. The bride and groom took pictures cuddling on one earlier, and she’d looked on with the rest of the bridal party and beamed for them. Was there anything as nice as a happy wedding? No demanding parents. Just happiness and love.

Well. Maybe spending a happy wedding reception with a nice guy who was making those gray slacks work so well.

“You up for another dance?” he asks, and holds out his hand to her like something from a movie. She already knows how nice it feels to put her hand in his, and she needs to see what he does for the next two songs. So she puts her hand in his and says “Are you?” and totally smiles at him just because he smiles at her so big and bright.

He doesn’t do annnnnything to put her off for three songs. But before she can pull him aside to ask about going somewhere, he says “Hey-- you wanna walk on the beach?” and his glance is so sweet she’s not even mad at him for being so sweet and smooth before she could. His look isn’t shy or cocky. She looks at him for a moment just to soak in how damn cute he is, that soft brown hair all wind-mussed. And then she takes his hand again.

They walk beyond the light of the torches, far enough down the beach that they’re in front of another restaurant’s slice of sand. The buildings on the land side are closed and dark. It’s not pitch black, but it is nighttime, and breezy. She’s glad the air is still summer warm.

“Oh no,” Shigezane says suddenly. There’s so much dread in his voice she’s worried there’s something dangerous on the beach with them.

She stops walking. “Uh... What’s wrong?”

“Babe,” he says, gently tugging her hand. “There’s not a single person in any of these seats. Theses chairs are lonely.”

A sound stalls in her throat as she decides how lame that was, but he’s laughing and pulling her with him onto one of the beach chairs, and she goes. These are painted white, and they look soft and blue in the dark. Their bodies sit not very far apart at all on the lounger.

“I came out onto a dark, secluded beach, on a summer night... with a dork,” she deadpans, just like he did. He clutches at his heart and makes a show of her words wounding him.

“But,” she says, leaning the small space it takes to nudge him with her shoulder, “He’s a decent kisser.”

“Oh,” Shigezane says, now making a show of thinking over how that must change things.

“And he has a big heart for lonely furniture,” she whispers as she turns her body.

“Gigantic,” he whispers back. “Monumental.”

“Anything else gigantic you wanna tell me about?” she asks his mouth.

His exhale is sudden and gratifying to her. “Maybe, you know. Something reasonable,” he stutters. “Something reasonably sized--”

She kisses him again.

It’s not long before she’s straddling his lap, flowy dress bunched in his hands at her hips. She can tell from the promising stiffness she’s been grinding against that he was being modest, and she likes that. She likes him.

“I like you,” he says, and his head is tossed back but she’s watching everything she can see of his face, so she catches it. She smiles and puts a little kiss on his chin, just because he’s so damn cute.

“I like you, too,” she tells him. “But if I am going to cling to your shoulders--”

“Please cling to my shoulders. Oh my god. That’s really hot.”

“Mmhmm. And if I’m going to cling to your shoulders,” she repeats, curving her palms over the tops of his shoulders and loving the muscle she can feel leading toward his back, “You’ll have to undo your pants yourself.”

“Ohhhh my god, okay, yes, absolutely,” he agrees, pushing himself up by the thighs, her grip on his shoulders and his hands holding her hips keeping her from falling. “Cling, babe. Please. I’m steady.”

She lets her hands really grip him and anchors herself with his body. He keeps one hand tight on her hip while the other works at the fly of those damn slacks. “Your ass looks good in those,” she tells him. “When we were spinning each other, I noticed.”

“Don’t make me blush,” he says, but even in the dark she can tell he already is, and smiling, too. He does whatever pulling needs to be done and sighs when his length is free. She can feel the warmth of it, like the sun hid a part of itself away for her to find in the dark.

It’s hard to decide if she wants to keep clinging (it is pretty hot, and she’s enjoying how solidly he’s kept her up by the strength of his shoulders and thighs), or touch him.

“Can I?” she asks.

“Doll, you can do anything you want,” he moans, head going back again. “Keep grinding, don’t grind, please just stay with me.” His hand goes back to her hip and he settles back down, waist of his pants high on his thighs. One day soon she wants to put her hands on his ass when he’s fucking into her, but here on the beach chair it would probably hurt. So she settles for grinding and kissing his Armani-scented jawline, following the cologne to the collar of the linen shirt he’s wearing. One hand stays close to his chest as she slides it down. Down. And then he’s wrapped by her hand and she cannot believe how smooth and thick this man’s dick is. What the hell.

“I’m game to do more than grind if you are.”

“Fuck, Doll, anything you want, I meant it,” he says, weaving after her mouth as she playfully evades kisses. “But yes, hell yes. Very game. Atari. Dreamcast. Parcheesi.”

“Shut up, Shigezane.” She keeps a light grip as she begins to jerk him.

“I am never going to talk again,” he promises, and she laughs and kisses him and jerks him faster, and doesn’t call him on it when he starts chanting her name and curses and endearments. It’s better to let him, and focus on how damn good he feels in her hand. How good is he going to feel inside her? How would he feel in her mouth?

She has a nice little fantasy of going down on him in the kitchen of her apartment. Just lean him against the fridge-- mind the ice button, Shigezane-- and go to her knees. She thinks she could mouth the head of his cock for days, the skin of the rest of him feels so good. “Gonna, soon,” he pants.

She leans forward and pulls in a deep breath of his cologne. She’s gotta find out what kind this is. “Well then you need to tell me,” she whispers, “where you want to be when you do.”

His answer is a series of swears but none of them are a location.

“How do you feel about cumming inside me?”

He looks at her like he cannot believe his luck. She likes that.

“Are you-- Yes, but... you’re okay...?”

“Are you clean?” she asks. “I do have a condom in one of my pockets.”

“Thought I could feel that,” he says, squeezing the dress fabric. “My god, you’re a dream.” He clears his throat. “I’m clean,” he says, more seriously. “But I’ll wear it.”

“Do you want to,” she presses.

“Uh, I am-- more than willing,” he sputters. “I think that’s clear?”

She laughs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“Shigezane. How do you feel about cumming inside me?” she asks again. She presses him against the very wet gusset of her panties and holds him there so she can make herself even wetter. He’s so hot, and so cute, and his dick feels so good.

Goldilocks.

“I want you to be comfortable,” he says carefully.

“Then I want you in me. I’m lonelier than these chairs,” she tells him.

“Can’t have that,” he says, grinning. She shakes her head and grins right back.

She stands in the sand and holds up the gauzy material of her skirt. “Take ‘em off,” she says.

He says something dumb and cute about it being his pleasure but she can’t scold him for it because as soon as he slips her panties down he starts kissing her pussy and if she thinks about anything but staying upright she will fall into the sand. He lets the stretchy lace fall and puts his hands around her hips, no fabric between them this time, and pushes his tongue into the seam of her body. He finds her clit without any prompting and yes, he’s a good kisser.

“Later,” she gasps, desperate to put her hands in his hair but sure if she lets go of her dress he’ll try to hide in it and get her off. She’s going to get off anyway, she wants to do it with his dorky but perfect cock inside her. “Tomorrow. Tonight, fuck me.”

He groans and asks “How do you want it?” His hands trace up her sides as he stands up. She can feel him touching the fabric at her waist. She’s getting a little dumb and desperate at this point, the party and drinking and all their flirting and the smoothness of him in her hand swirling around in her bloodstream.

She looks around to make sure they’re really alone. Then she pulls her dress the rest of the way over her head and tosses it toward one of the other chairs. Her bra joins it. Shigezane is looking at her like he wants to worship her with his mouth and she knows it’s not a bad idea.

Thinking he’s probably come back from the precipice by then, she takes one of his hands and brings him with her as she stretches out on the only lounger with a cushion. It’s thin, but it’s better than nothing! She’s hoping he’s gonna knock her around a little.

She pulls him like he pulled her for a dance. When he gets on top of her he is careful with his limbs. He murmurs how gorgeous she is, how he cannot believe he got to even talk to her.

“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself,” she tells him, reaching for him again and rubbing him slowly against her clit. He glides from how wet she is. If he does not put his cock in her soon she’s going to run into the ocean. “Now do more than talk.”

From the first amazing press of his body to hers, he really is just right. And when his mouth finds hers, he shows her again that he’s a very good kisser. Sweet as a sugar rimmed drink.

#slbp shigezane #slbp fanfiction #slbp fanfic #modern au #tarralin #tipseu

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fistsoflightning · 5 years

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unending character meme // zaya qestir

RULES: repost, don’t reblog! tag, and good luck!

TAGGED BY: tagged in spirit by @to-the-voiceless

TAGGING: any and all who want to do it but haven’t actually been tagged by anyone!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Zaya Qestir

NICKNAME: none, really.

AGE: 29 by the end of Stormblood. 30-ish by the end of SHB? Haven’t figured out the time distortion thing.

BIRTHDAY: 17th of the 4th Umbral Moon (8/17)

ETHNIC GROUP: Au’ra; Xaelan

NATIONALITY: Nomad? From the Azim Steppe’s Reunion, if that helps.

LANGUAGE / S: Eorzean Sign Language, Xaelan (crude/unpracticed); understands most languages through use of the Echo

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: dating Thancred Waters??? unsure of status during post-SHB but getting there.

HOME TOWN /AREA: Reunion, Azim Steppe

CURRENT HOME: A shared room in the Rising Stones or a shared house in the Mist; depends on where they are at the time of night.

PROFESSION: jeweler, weaver, gladiator of the coliseum, bard teacher (appointed reluctantly by Sanson after many a problem with Guydelot’s schedule), adventurer and warrior of light

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Straight and somewhat below shoulder length. Most of their hair is black, but slowly changes to blue and white at the tips.

EYES: Dark blue; navy color? Light blue limbal rings that glow in the dark, too.

FACE: Sharp jawline accented by their scales, often covered with some royal blue facepaint similar to Arenvald’s own.

LIPS: Often chapped, but otherwise normal.

COMPLEXION: Ashen brown? Hard to describe bc of weird lighting everywhere they go.

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: There’s a lot, and I might make a scar map at some point??? Major ones happen to be their legs and their left arm; the legs from Ifrit and the arm from Elidibus in Zenos’s body in 4.5

TATTOOS: None, no matter how much people think the facepaint is one.

HEIGHT: Taller than the average Au’ra, about 5’4

WEIGHT: about 135 pounds

BUILD: Muscular, especially due to their main fighting style requiring muscle literally everywhere. Fistfighting for money is no small feat.

FEATURES: Their scales are an odd color (think black and blue borealis dice, but as scales), and their horns definitely look a bit… ragged. Watching them fight will give the odd realization that lightning sparks in cobalt blue come off of them sometimes.

ALLERGIES: Some undetermined fish allergy. Higiri fed them some assorted sushi once and never did again, so the Scions (and themselves) have no clue what fish they need to avoid.

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Tied into a loose ponytail at the back. Sanson often comments how they share a hairstyle, but it’s simply from need of clear vision when moving around for monk skills and attacks.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Stoic as all hell. Not used to making full-on facial expressions outside of conversation, so normally looks bored.

USUAL CLOTHING: Tabards, cyclas, or generally something with flowy fabric that doesn’t restrain movement all that much. Metal boots and gauntlets/knuckles are also common, but not always.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S: being the last one standing, change, losing their younger siblings/younger friends, spiders, breaking a promise with their mother.

ASPIRATION / S: To have a proper adventure, and to inspire others to live their fullest lives.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Devoted, comforting, slightly protective, carefree

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Easily angered, impulsive, emotional, stubborn

MBTI: ISFP-T (Adventurer)

ZODIAC: Leo, apparently? Sort of fits, if you look at it closely.

TEMPERAMENT: Some crazy blend between phlegmatic and choleric? Generally carefree and easygoing with friends and willing to spend a lot of patience on them, but unrelenting and downright frightening in serious situations, especially when involving Garlemald.

SOUL TYPE / S: Server/Caregiver

ANIMALS: Birds and dogs.

VICE HABIT / S: Drinking, although the Echo does prevent it from having any effect whatsoever, so its more of a taste thing? Tends to sleep a lot when stressed, and often spends their leftover money on gemstones for their shared collection.

FAITH: Polytheistic; the Twelve and Nhaama are gods they generally believe in.

GHOSTS?: Yes, mainly because they’ve seen one.

AFTERLIFE?: Yes.

REINCARNATION?: Probably, with how they’re sure they’ve seen someone who was supposed to be dead before

ALIENS?: before becoming Warrior of Light, it would be no, but with the revelation of Elidibus on the moon and Midgardsormr and OMEGA‌‌ (ALIEN‌ ROBOT????) they aren’t so sure anymore.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Does not care enough even though they are staunch friends with Nanamo. Didn’t care enough to try and challenge Oktai for the seat of Qestiri Khatun, certainly doesn’t care enough to take a political stance in Eorzea.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Barely any; just enough to read letters written in Eorzean and faintly Ishgardian (courtesy of Alphinaud and Haurchefant).

FAMILY.

FATHER: there was one, once, but he’d rather he be forgotten in pursuit of a happier future. Zaya remembers him as Baatar, but they don’t remember if that was actually his name.

MOTHERS: Erhi, Odgerel.

SIBLINGS: Oktai (older brother), Taban (older sister), Sarnai (sister), Delger and Tuya (fraternal twins)

EXTENDED FAMILY: any of the Scions (former or current) or their fellow Warriors of Light, if we’re talking found family. House Fortemps, Aymeric, Estinien, Sanson, Guydelot, Sidurgu, Rielle, and all of the Qestiri tribe are up there too, but you know, that’s kind of a lot of gifts to be sending around during Starlight. (zaya totally sends them all gifts anyways.)

NAME MEANING /S: Zaya means fate in Mongolian, which all of the other Xaelan names seem to be based on. Their previous name, Dzoldzaya, meant light of fate.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: Recorded history on the Azim Steppe is easily lost, but if asking around the different tribes, one could learn about a rather prominent Qestiri warrior whose image is painted in some of the caverns nearby where much of important, unforgettable Xaelan history is recorded by the Gharl, swathed in blue cloth. In the days of Amaurot, there was one standout Amaurotine who shared a love for lightning and birds…

FAVORITES.

BOOK: They don’t know enough Eorzean to read a full book, not even a children’s book. The Echo doesn’t help with reading. Urianger has read a book of myths and legends that turned out to be true to them, however, and that has been their favorite for a while. They’ve been considering asking him to read more for them, but that’s been placed on hold after the events of the First and following Mt. Gulg.

DEITY: Nhaama, or Rhalgr, if talking to someone who thinks ‘what’s a Nhaama’ when they mention her.

HOLIDAY: Starlight Celebration. Something about the festive mood always makes them happy.

MONTH: August (4th Umbral Moon)

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: On the Source, Reunion in the Azim Steppe just because interacting with other tribes is rather fun. On the First, Il Mheg all the way!

WEATHER: Clear nights where they can trace the constellations, but it isn’t too cold to need a blanket.

SOUND / S: Excited chatter, harp, singing, small hammers clinking against metal.

SCENT /S: Rain, fresh wood, the air in Gridania, light perfume, Syhrwyda’s food.

TASTE /S: Snurbleberry, honey, most Doman seafood, buuz.

FEEL /S: Soft and smooth fabrics, cold metal, the grip of someone’s hand around theirs, wind blowing through their hair on a warm day.

ANIMAL /S: Yol, chocobo (birds!).

NUMBER: 17, for their nameday and the first year they spent in Eorzea

COLORS: Cobalt blue and indigo, pale gold, soot black.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Extremely good when working with cloth or metal; even more so when tinkering little trinkets. Interestingly enough, very good at playing flute and harp without much practice. Expert at pulling a person’s true emotions out with simply body language.

BAD AT: Sneaking around/stealth. Do not, under any circumstance, give them a job involving secrecy or stealth unless you want it to fail. Speaking/reading is also pretty horrible, due to how they were raised. Also bad at taking change or lies well.

TURN-ONS: Loyalty, bravery despite all odds, kindness and love even when it would be easier to be otherwise, being able to understand other beliefs, and a love of freedom or new experiences

TURN OFFS: Lying to their face knowingly, extreme greed, lack of self-worth, anger for no good reason

HOBBIES: making music with Guydelot and Sanson, attempting to keep a journal, idle tinkering, dancing, gardening

TROPES: Good is Not Soft, Hope Bringer, Magnetic Hero, Omniglot, The Power of Friendship, The Quiet One, Silent Snarker, Dark is Not Evil, Five Stages of Grief, Horrifying Hero, Magic Music, Warrior Poet, Dance Battler, Warrior Monk, Determinator, Pintsized Powerhouse, Pragmatic Hero (don’t let me stay on TV‌tropes pls)

QUOTES: have a snippet of some writing?

Scrawled onto a piece of paper underneath his arm in Thancred’s handwriting and marked with Zaya’s name reads, “Your words, no matter how I react, do not change how I love you all.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1: Honestly, I think there would be two movies that could include Zaya; some comedy musical revolving around Zaya’s bard lifestyle while placing their active lifestyle in the background (called “A Bard Knock Life” bc i think puns are cool) or an action drama framed around Zaya and the Scions living some sort of high fantasy/DND type adventure bc I love that stuff called “The Unbroken Thread”. (THAT‌ QUEST‌ NAME STILL GETS‌ ME)

Q2: What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2: Something featuring a flute, probably. I got attached to Zaya playing the flute being a former flute player myself. (I only wish the oboe performance sound bank clicked with me a little more…)

Q3: Why did you start writing this character?

A3: Originally, Zaya wasn’t meant to exist. I was literally planning on just creating A’dewah, Syhrwyda, and maybe Lumelle and Elwin in different roles. Then the Au’ra came out; I‌ used my free Fantasia from the sub rewards just to be an Au’ra (I was a miqo’te before; shh, i was still babu who liked cats) and suddenly Zaya started being formed as Menphina Jewel. Before I knew it, that Menphina Jewel grew a whole backstory and a new name and new friends (Azim Steppe arc of Stormblood MSQ? Final nail in the coffin.) that slowly took over the previous two Warriors as the focus of my attention. I wasn’t even supposed to keep playing FFXIV‌ past HW, dude. I had like a million other things to be doing at the time, but here I am, lying in my grave 3 years later still attached.

Q4: What first attracted you to this character?

A4: They’re (mostly) mute. I really wanted to explore what it’s like to not be able to talk and only converse in body language, but then I discovered that might be a problem, so my interest in sign language collided with Zaya’s backstory. It also helps me work out a personality without them sounding/looking too much like what I think is Basic Story ProtagTM like I tend to do on accident (see A’dewah and Valdis’s dialogue sometimes.)

Q5: Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5: They can’t really speak. Funny how the thing I like most is also the thing I hate most. It’s very frustrating when I want them to convey something and then they can’t without using actual words and a voice because I haven’t got a clue on how to convey that through body language. How in the world do you convey ‘I feel like I’m doing arcanist calculations when you speak’ in nonverbal language??? I have no damn idea and every attempt looks like I meant something else.

Q6: What do you have in common with your muse?

A6: The snark, man. I have friends constantly commenting on how I’ve made a burn without me realizing I’ve done so, and it’s hilarious. The love for music also carried over big time, especially after discovering how fun the bard NPCs were to write and how they’d fit into Zaya’s relationship web. (they’re totally the more comedic side, but I love Guydelot and Sanson anyways.)

Q7: How does your muse feel about you?

A7: No clue, dude. Maybe thinks I’m boring? I don’t tend to want to drastically change things or look for new adventures; the biggest leap I’ve taken in two years is probably changing to a reed instrument from flute, and even then I don’t have to change key when‌ I read music, so it’s not that big a deal.

Q8: What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8: Urianger and Lyse, maybe? I like the exploration of repairing relationships after something that might have ended another, weaker bond. It’s also kinda fun trying to see how Zaya would react; they’re a lot more rash than I am in real life, and that’s honestly saying something. Alisaie and Alphinaud, however, are the most fun just because I know what I’m doing when I write them, and it’s funny to see how Zaya reacts (or has a lack of reaction) to their dynamic. Guydelot and Sanson fall into another category of ‘dear god I simultaneously love and hate these two’, while Thancred, Y’shtola, Urianger, Syhrwyda, Duscha, and Ryne fall into some sort of strong found family vibes that just get me everytime I think about it

Q9: What gives you inspiration to write your muse?

A9:…Doing job quests or side story quests or even MSQ I haven’t caught up on yet. Watch as I slowly rewrite as many MSQ‌ and job quest scenes as I can in any of my Warrior of Light’s viewpoints. (currently chiseling away at some backstory/before they were Warriors stories after reading too deep into the race/subrace text and lore keep an eye out LOL-)

Q10: How long did this take you to complete?

A10: A day or two; don’t remember when I began. It was probably when I was procrastinating on homework, though. I didn’t post it until a week later whoops.

#ffxiv #ffxiv character meme #zaya qestir #whee i wrote a bit much #oh well #zaya cm #tales from the blue

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theblackmagicthings · 5 years

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My Style

My style can vary depending on my mood, as most people’s styles do. I like a lot of dark fashion and makeup, but can never pull it off myself. That’s why I prefer neutral colours, like browns, nudes and light pinks. along with winged eyeliner. Although I don’t go for too dramatic, I do love the occasional dark lipstick with flashy colours.

Street fashion, something that I wear on a daily basis except when I go to school events or birthday/dinner parties. I mostly love wearing black clothing, ripped jeans and a simple sweatshirt and sneakers. However, my favorite kinds of clothing are skater dresses, skinny jeans, a flowing long jacket and boots that have a heel to them. They all make me feel comfortable and confident, which helps when it comes to my drama classes.

Flashy and really detailed dresses are not something I wear on a daily basis, or even at a party. However, as my graduation year approaches, I began to look at certain styles for school events. Shorter dresses are something I’ve always been comfortable with, as I can’t trip over the fabric and I can show off my heels, but I also do feel more confident in long dresses. I’ve never liked mermaid styled ones, but princess ones and flowy dresses are some of my favorite styles.

I’m not talented when it comes to hair designs at all. I love curling my hair, or braiding it for a day, but I can’t incorporate a bunch of different designs into one hairstyle. Twists and braided crowns are my favorite styles, and although I have done them once, it’s a hassle to get it done when I’m rushing in the morning. With men’s hairstyles, I do love doing my brothers’ hair, and slicking it back for his day at school.

I had an interest in interior design, thinking that it might be a career of mine in the future. I’ve lost some interest in it now, but I still love looking at home styles and ways that people have decorated their rooms and houses. I always dreamed of a tiny office space where I could work on my computer but also do some sketching when I have time. I love the modern, but also rustic looking styles, for either bedrooms, bathrooms or a kitchen.

I could go on and on about art and the different styles of it; mandalas, mixed media, blending techniques, abstract art and so much more. However, I’ve been obsessed with mandalas since I was a kid, as they helped calm my anxiety and stress. Drawing and colouring them are one of my favorite activities to do, even as I grow older. Blended abstract and mixed media are also two of my other favorites. Even just looking at them makes me feel relaxed and calm. I worked on a lot of mixed media paintings from the ages 10-12 and they were amazing to create, with all the different materials and painting techniques.

Photography has caught my interest in the past few years. As a member of the yearbook staff, I’m training to become better at photography and I really enjoy it. I love taking pictures of landscapes, especially as the sun sets on the lake by my house, and some of the shade covers the trees and water. Taking pictures of others, and having them pose in a specific way that I want them to was also one of my interests. When doing special FX makeup a few years ago, I had to make one of my friends into a zombie and then have him pose for my camera. That was fun, as I had him hunched over his body, dragging his feet while he walked. It’s fun to see what others can come up with when I tell them what I’m looking for when taking a photo of them.

In the end, fashion is a huge part of my life and I’m trying to get more involved in it. I love designing clothing, doing makeup and hairstyles, along with directing photo shoots. However, it’s a lot to learn in a short amount of time and I’m excited to get more of the education started.

#makeup fashion streetclothes photos assignment

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dyersupplier · 5 years

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Dyeing Techniques Overview

Continuing with the previous article’s format of “defining” certain terms, I wanted to give a bit of info on various dyeing techniques and the finished products can be created with them. I know that there are techniques out there that I’m not going to cover, but my goal here is to cover the most commonly used ones. That way as you venture into this colorful world, you can better interpret the ideas you have into colorways you and others will love.

Note: I don’t have photos for every single technique, but I will include photos of what I can. They will all be photos I’ve taken myself, either of my own hand-dyes or others, and I will credit other brands as necessary.

Gradient: a gradual shift between two or more colors. This can be accomplished within a single skein with long color sections or an injection process. You can also create a gradient across multiple skeins, as pictured below. However you decide to divvy up the yarn itself, whether within a single skein or a set of skeins, you create the gradient itself by mixing the dyes in changing ratios that shift the hues from one to the next. If you want a quick color change, use a lower fraction, like 1/3: first cup would be 100% color A, the second cup would be 50% color A and 50% color B, and the third cup would be 100% color B. Then for a more gradual color change, use a higher fraction, like 1/6: first cup is 100% color A, second cup is 80%/20% color A/B, third cup is 60%/40% color A/B, fourth cup is 40%/60% color A/B, fifth cup is 20%/80% color A/B, and the final cup is 100% color B. Lots of math, but if you measure carefully and keep good notes, you'll be able to create seamlessly flowy gradients--and reproduce them if desired!

Hand-painted: the term used for the process of applying dyes to the yarn by hand in various patterns, color sequences, etc., to create a variegated colorway. You can use a foam brush, you can pour the dye out of a measuring cup, or apply it in other ways as you prefer. You generally use a flat pan of some type and just enough water to heat set the dye, but you intentionally avoid completely submerging the yarn, which gives you a higher degree of control over where the dyes go. This also creates starker color changes for a higher contrast look.

(photo by me of Cameo Yarns colorway Prim)

Injection dyeing: this is a fun process you can use to create a gradient effect within a single skein. First up, wind the hank using a ball-winder instead of leaving it in a loop. Then put it in the pot to make sure it's completely saturated. Then you use a giant syringe or baster full of dye to inject the color into the center of the skein. It will slowly bleed outward within the ball, creating a dark-to-light transition. You can include a second color by putting dye into the pot around the ball and letting it slowly bleed into the ball.

Kettle-dyed: this process involves fully submerging the yarn in the dye bath and having extra water in the pot to leave room for the yarn to freely move in the pot and absorb the dye. It can be single-colored (semi-solid/tonal) or multi-colored (variegated) as desired, and it gives a more watercolor effect to the colors than hand-painting generally does.

Ombré: this type of colorway typically involves one very long, gradual transition between a light and mid or dark colorway. It can also be called a gradient technically.

Over-dyed: if you have some yarn you're not in love with anymore, or maybe your mad science experiment in the dye pots didn't turn out quite right, you don't have to toss the yarn! You can over-dye it and revitalize it! It's the same process as dyeing it up the first time, you'll just be a touch more limited on what you can do depending on the colors in the yarn that you're wanting to dye over. Light colors are easy and should be fine with mid-tones. If it's a mid-tone yarn, you'll be looking at dyeing it with darker colors unless you want to change the color by "mixing" the new dye with the existing tone. It's truly an experiment, so you'll have to see for yourself how the colors play with each other!

Self-striping: when dye is applied in super long color sequences that when knitted, it creates a striped fabric without having to mess with changing colors and carrying yarn or weaving in a bunch of ends. Very popular for socks!

Semi-solid: when the yarn is all the same color, but there are light and dark variations within the hue rather than being completely solid. This occurs when different parts of the hank absorb the dye at different rates, creating places that are more saturated, yielding darker tones, or less saturated, yielding lighter tones.

Solid: an even color application without light and dark variation.

Speckled: a technique that creates spots of color on the yarn that add a splash of color and fun texture.

Tonal: same product as semi-solid, just a different way to say it.

Variegated: this term is used for colorways with more than one dye color. This can be accomplished via multiple processes as outlined above--hand-painted or kettle dyed.

I think I've covered the most common terms and the most widely-used processes in dyeing yarn, but if there's something I've forgotten, definitely leave a comment so I can add to this list! I hope this gives you a strong foundation from which you can truly build a love of this craft and enjoy the work of your hands and imagination!

About Me

My name is Annie, and I’m a knitwear designer and yarn-dyer living south of Atlanta, GA. When I’m not doing yarn-related things, my other hobbies consist of reading, playing ultimate frisbee, photography, and video games.

#dye tips #how to dye yarn #dyeing techniques #dyeing yarn #dyeing yarn 101 #dyer supplier

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a-gay-bloodmage · 5 years

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—Princess—

Pairing: Sera x Female Trevelyan

Pairing Type: F/F

Words: 2,227

Warnings: Okay This Was Cute, Orlesian Parties Call For Princess-y Dresses Okay, Vivienne is a Very Good Friend, and has a Great Eye For Good Ball Dresses

Sure, Kiora had a fancy-pants last name, but Sera didn't think of her as a nob. She was magic, first of all, and she was a little dopey and dumb and sweet and nothing like the shrewd bastards with razor-sharp gazes she allegedly came from.

Kiora always wore robes that fit just right—fabric was stretched to accommodate her big bust, falling gracefully to cover but still show her pudgy tummy, and pulled tight again over wide hips and a perfect butt, the ends of the fabric pooling just a little at her toes. She liked silver jewelry, her dangly silver earrings and pretty silver necklace both decorated with beautiful violet gemstones the same colour as her strange violet eyes. But, for all the beauty that she had, she didn't look noble. She looked like she could stand alongside people like Vivienne, all dolled up for fancy-pants nobles but stuck in robes and gossiped about behind their pretty, magical backs.

Sera honestly never thought she'd see Kiora in anything but her usual clothing.

Halamshiral was one thing, and seeing Kiora in anything but a black or dark purple robe was jarring. She looked horribly uncomfortable in the pants Josephine had forced her into, unable to walk properly for hours. Her usual dark purple eye shadow and lip colour didn't really go with the blue, yellow, and red, but Sera knew she needed something to tie the horrible outfit to her typical getup. The poor little mage was not supposed to be in pants. That was probably Mage Rule Number One. No pants, ever.

After Coryphe-whatsit was dead, and the Mage-Templar war was, for the most part, ended, a lot of nobles were aching to meet the chubby little mage that had closed the Breach and saved their asses. Which meant attending parties, and a lot of them. Sera was always on Kiora's arm, her constant companion in the fight against boredom.

And with Sera and Kiora was Vivienne. She loved attending parties with the Inquisitor, and was getting better at tolerating Sera's lack of social graces. Kiora was actually a wonderful student when it came to learning the art of the ballroom, and Vivienne was delighted by the fact. It could've been her thirteen years of nobility before the Circle that made her such a quick learner, but Sera doubted it. Kiora was just naturally a passive people-pleaser—something nobles loved powerful mages to be.

"Alright, my dear," Vivienne said, clasping her hands together. "Duke Délavé will expect our darling Inquisitor to be in only the finest of dresses!"

Kiora audibly groaned, making Sera laugh. The two of them were bored out of their minds—especially Sera. She didn't want to go to some fancy ball thrown by some fancy Orlesian nob.

Vivienne sighed, shaking her head. Her smile was still present under her exasperation. She liked Kiora a lot despite the younger mage's soft indifference to most of her lessons. Kiora liked spending time with Vivienne, not nobles. "Well, my dear, remember that appearance is as powerful as any magic," Vivienne said, her hands on Kiora's shoulders. She directed Kiora's gaze into the mirrors in front of them. Her soft, dark brown hands contrasted sharply with Kiora's pale, waxen skin, holding her like she was a chubby little porcelain doll.

Sera was currently lounging on one of the excessively decorated fainting couches in Duke What's-his-Name's guest bedroom, Kiora's cat Miss Match napping on her stomach. Kiora's cats were great for keeping Sera's hands busy with petting while she was forced to sit through boring little talks. Well, she wasn't actually forced to be here, she just wanted to see what nonsense Vivienne would put Kiora in.

"Aren't my robes nice enough?" Kiora asked, looking down at her chest. They were beautiful, really, their dark colour and flowy fabric. Sera couldn't help but say something in her lady's defense.

"Yeah, Viv," she said, making the cat on her stomach wake up with a little murp sound. "She's already friggin' beautiful. Why stuff her in some fancy-pants dress?"

Vivienne raised a perfect eyebrow. "Everything in a court is about appearance, dear Sera," she said. "Have you never paid a second of attention?" Her light eyes quickly flickered over Sera's body. "It's obvious you've never applied my advice."

Sera rolled her eyes. Who cares what some nob-ish mage thinks? She thought, sticking her tongue out. "Whatever. It's not like she has to climb some dumb social ladder. She's the Inquisitor."

Kiora nodded in agreement.

Vivienne sighed, leaning a little more of her weight onto the shorter mage. "Well, it could be fun, then," she said, her full, pretty lips quirking up in a smile. "I won't stuff you into heels, dear."

"Well..." Kiora looked back and smiled at Vivienne. "You haven't led me astray yet, Vivienne..." Vivienne's smile was genuine. "But I will need a cigar first."

• • ♡ • •

Vivienne was mad. Utterly mad.

Sera had come along with her into the massive closet that had been stocked for the noblewomen visiting the Orlesian Duke's court, apparently kept so that those coming from other nations would fit into the Orlesian ballroom. Sera thought it was a whole lot of wasteful nonsense, and Kiora's shock at the mass of dresses seemed to indicate she, too, thought it was absurd. Nobles obviously did everything they could to spend their gold.

"Now," Vivienne said, almost gliding as she pushed Sera and Kiora down deeper into the closet. "Obviously, we'll be sticking to the violets and blacks." Vivienne smiled a little as she shook her head. "What is it you find so fascinating about a funeral's colour scheme?"

Kiora laughed in her adorable, whispery laugh, shrugging. Smoke from her elfroot cigar curled from her pretty purple-painted lips, and made the room smell less like slightly aged fabric and more like incense. "It's comfortable... And it works with my... complexion?"

It was adorable seeing her try to speak Vivienne's language.

"The purple does match your undereyes," Vivienne said, amused. Kiora didn't bother getting offended. "And Sera, dear, do tell me if you see anything that catches your eye."

Sera looked at the light dresses they passed, and figured she'd drown in all the fabric. Her thin frame would hardly fill out all the space nobles left for hips and tits. But they were pretty.

"Oh, Vivienne," Kiora said, halting Sera and Vivienne in their tracks. She had her cigar between her teeth, hands wandering over a lovely bit of purple fabric. Violet silk was mixed with black velvet, pinching it were the waist would be and flaring out, its neckline low and back exposed. As much as Kiora distanced herself from the nobility she came from, it was obvious she was in love.

"That is quite the design," Vivienne remarked, taking the dress from its place among the others and holding it in her hands. Sera was impressed. Someone must have spent forever on the damn thing. She held it up against Kiora's body. "And it does look like it may fit if I pull it right..." She nodded. "Should we look for some secondary options?" The dress was enveloped in a film of white magic, left hovering just behind the Knight Enchanter.

They ended up with two more dresses for Kiora to try on, both of them—of course—violet and black.

As they were walking back to the chambers from the depths of the tulle-filled hell, Sera couldn't help but get her eye caught on something yellow and covered in lace.

Kiora noticed her stall, and stopped to follow Sera's eyes. "Ooh," she cooed, touching the yellow fabric. "Wouldn't she look nice in yellow, Vivienne?"

"She would," Vivienne said, eyes narrowed in thought, staring at Sera as opposed to the dress. She pulled the dress from its placement, letting it hover with the others. There was no way she was finishing this day off without getting stuffed in it.

Kiora wrapped her chubby arms around Sera's slender frame, cigar making the air warm in addition to her body heat. Maker, Kiora was like a human heat pad.

• • ♡ • •

Vivienne kicked Sera out of the room as soon as she made Kiora start trying on her dresses.

Is this what grooms feel like before weddings? She thought, sighing as she laid down on a crevice, holding her dress. Ugh, I just wanna see tadwinks in that dress... After a second, she felt herself blush. Here she was, thinking about wedding stuff. Slow down, Sera.

She felt a sharp little paw on her arm, and looked down to see a chubby little black cat, one green and one blue eye staring at her.

"You got booted out, too?" She asked, laughing a little as she gave the little cat a pat on the head. Miss' sad little meow was an obvious yes. "Viv's so serious about all this nob shite..." She rolled her eyes. Over the years, Sera had gotten along with Vivienne better. Kiora really liked the Knight Enchanter, so Sera sort of got swept along in the liking. Vivienne wasn't that bad. She was just serious about really boring things, and thought Templars were necessary. Kiora had made it obvious they weren't, but they kept their disagreements civil and quiet.

She felt like she was in that hallway for hours before Vivienne finally pulled her into an adjacent room, setting her in front of an equally opulent and ugly Orlesian mirror.

"It's nice to see that perhaps this boyish style of yours can mature, Sera, dear," she said, smiling to either Sera or herself. Probably herself.

"Hey, dresses are cool, just, you know, not for kicking butt," she shrugged. She doubted she would be a good Jenny if she was always tripping over fancy fabric. "So I don't wear 'em."

"Well, I doubt any ass-kicking will happen tonight," Vivienne laughed in her low, rich, courtly laugh. "And if need be, you are accompanied by two very talented mages."

Sera rolled her eyes. She could be as damsel-in-distress-y she wanted with Vivienne and Kiora around.

"Alright, off with the clothes." Vivienne had a talent for making a command sound like a polite inquiry you were compelled to follow. Like Josephine.

"Hey, I'm a committed lady," Sera laughed, easily pulling off her top, then toeing off her boots, then pulling off her leggings. "No wandering eyes, Viv."

"Wouldn't dream of it." She held the yellow dress in her hands, observing it closely and with the eye of a true veteran of the court. "Well built, very slimming and simple," she said to herself, nodding. "Yes, this will do quite well for you." She looked up to Sera and gave a soft smile. "Excellent choice."

Sera hated that Vivienne's praise made her face heat up.

It was a bit of a process to get on the seemingly simple dress, the straps and lace and under layers and all sorts incredibly hard to keep track of. Especially to someone as inexperienced as Sera. Vivienne had to force her to sit to brush her messy blonde hair, apply neat charcoal around her eyes, and oil to her lips. It was hardly a touch of makeup, but when Sera looked in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself. She looked almost wealthy, like a dressed-up doll.

She really wanted to see what Kiora looked like, but Vivienne said she'd have to wait until the ball.

What utter bullshit.

• • ♡ • •

Sera rushed into the ballroom as fast as she could, not caring about how many offended nobles she nearly bumped into. She had to find her tadwinks.

A bob of unusually smooth black hair caught her eye, and she bolted over.

"Tadwinks!"

Kiora turned around, and smiled open-mouthed when she saw Sera.

"You... look like a princess!" They both said at the same time, standing dead still.

"Sera! Your dress!" Kiora was in awe, her hands on Sera after a second, feeling the soft fabric and lace. "It's beautiful! You're beautiful!" Her voice was still that sleepy whisper, but it was obvious she was excited.

"Speak for yourself!" Sera laughed, grabbing Kiora's soft, round face. Vivienne had made an attempt to fix Kiora's messy eyebrows, and her makeup was incredible. Smoky purple eye shadow, slightly powered face, blushing cheeks, and dark violet lips. Her silver earrings dangled amongst her brushed hair.

Her long silver necklace laid against her large chest, falling just above her generous cleavage. The dress' neckline showed off said cleavage wonderfully, and her shoulders were on display in all their wonderful softness. Her waist curved in a little more than usual, and the dress flared out in violet silk until it pooled on the floor.

She really did look like a princess. A beautiful, beautiful princess.

They spent the rest of the night ignoring nobles and convincing Vivienne to dance with them, no matter how bad they were. When Kiora spun, her dress flared out. And Sera really liked to spin her.

She was winded and covered in dark purple lipstick by the time the party winded down, her mask-less face showing off the princess's kisses to the most jealous Orlesians she'd ever seen. Sera's princess was hers and hers alone, and she was quite planning on keeping it that way forever.

#femslashfeb2019 #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da Vivienne #da sera #da inquisitor #sera x inquisitor #kiora trevelyan #fanfiction #original content #finished with less than half an hour to spare!!#fuck yeah!!#anyway: enjoy!#last fic of FSF!! Holy shit!! I did it!!#oh my GOD i'm so happy

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bastardsonofday · 6 years

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Im in a soft mood yall so here are some soft lucien hcs

Lucien likes when people play with his hair, but he only lets people really close to him brush it (his mother used to brush it for him, and he wants to hold that memory close to heart, so he keeps that act special for special people)

Lucien hums absently. He's not particularly a good singer, but he likes music well enough so he hums while he does stuff

Lucien knows how to play the flute but he rarely does

Lucien's favorite colors are bronze and yellow

Lucien's clothes are always hand-washed (by himself when he can) and are always extremely soft

Lucien volunteers at elderly homes and has tea with them and gossips. He grew used to listening to things he wasnt interested in during his time as Emissary and still make people think he was engaged, so he always goes to see people whose decendants dont for whatever reason and listens to them even if their stories arent interestig

He also likes to play board game with them

Lucien spends a lot of time at physical therapy centers and he volunteers as a free massuse for those who are in pain but cant afford it

He uses his magic (fire to warm the pained joints, or to suck the heat from inflamed ones; sunlight to help the person feel slightly happier and glow) to help ease them and was trained as a massage therapist previously so he knows what hes doing

He also subsidises prosthetics and other creams and lotions for rash and other issues that come along with ahve prosthetics for those who can't afford. (He uses Rhys' allowance to pay for it, because as Feyre was very Clear on in ACoFaS, Rhys is Very Rich)

Lucien also goes to pet therapy for himself #givelucienapet

Also shameless self promotion go ready Dog Eat Dog World

Lucien has clothes in the style of every court but his favorite are Night Court and Dawn Court because of how soft their natural fabrics are and he really likes the flowy-ness of Dawn

I will die on the hill of pescatarian or vegetarian lucien birdiethebibliophile convinced me in bright eyed and bushy tailed fIGHT ME

Lucien is always warm and Feyre likes to curl up next to him when they hang out cuz she's always cold

Lucien paints his fingernails and toes after Mor convinces him to do it more often (jes used to do it and he hadnt painted his nails since but one day he was feeling particularly sad and did it bc he missed her and mor flipped she loved it so mucj)

Mor likes to paint his nails to match hers so sometimes they enter meetings with matching soft light pink nails and the person theyre meeting Knows Theyre Fucked

Mor, Lucien, and Amren also trade make up tips (lucien is a nude-palette kinda guy, mor likes to blow people out of the water with either minimalist designs or full on face, and amren likes sharp smoky and scary looks)

Lucien makes Nesta a cup of her favorite tea every morning when he makes his. Neither of them mention it.

Lucien's favorite time of day is dawn (he likes the softness of the colors)

Lucien also always sleeps way past dawn so the only time he ever sees it is when he stays up all night or vassa gets him up to watch it (shes a morning person, Jurian is decidedly not)

Lucien teaches Vassa how to contour and other fun make-up tipd he's learned over time

Lucien's handwriting is neat and caligraphic

Lucien has really long, thick eyelashes

Lucien gets freckles in the sun and his hair gets lighter

Lucien doesn't burn (but all of the Archerons do)

Lucien and Jurian always touch one another when theyre withing a foot of each other, either their fingers are intertwined or one has an arm aroubd the other's shoulders or one is using the other as a footrest or resting an arm on the other's shoulder or

Lucien has inside jokes with every single Court Royal in Prythian. They call think they're the only ones with inside jokes with him like that.

Lucien sleeps with Lots Of Pillows and Blankets

Lucien still has his baby blanket his mother sent it to him after he left autumn

Lucien has a lengthly skin care regimine which is preformed every night and graciously shared with others

Lucien spends one day a year alone where he pretends that Jesminda is still alive and he talks to her all day and 'spends the day with her'

Lucien loves cuddling.... hes much like a cat: easily touch-starved (but also slightly terrified of touch from certain people-ONLY NICE HCS DIANA STAY ON TRACK-), loves cuddling (favorite is cuddle-puddles though he rarely is in them), also saps warmth from those around him because he usually feels cold despite exuding warmth to everyone around him

Lucien likes to keep his hair down, personally, but usually has to pin it up so he found a bunch of half-up half-down hairstyles to satisfy both

Lucien sleeps with his hair in braids though

ESPECIALLY WHEN HE GOES STRAIGHT FROM SHOWER/BATH TO BED

Sorry just how it is, i dont make the rules

Lucien likes hot chocolate with marshmellows, milk, and sprinkles and anything subpar he wont drink

Lucien likes fruity cocktails but stomaches other ones though usually he just drinks mocktails so he can stay sober and alert while making others unaware he isnt getting wasted

Lucien likes cinnamon and cardmon

Lucien drinks warm eggnog basically every time hes in winter

Lucien's breath always smells like peppermint

Lucien spends time with horses when he has time, not necessarily riding them... just working with them, makes him feel happy (this is heavily inspired by one of my favorite fics in ao3 lately I'm Here to Kick A** by Rose_Eserede, {sorry if u have a tumblr that im not tagging u!! I dont know it!!})

Lucien loves babies. Straight up Adores them. hes a really good uncle to feysand's kids

Lucien always wanted kids but never really imagined he's have more than one--a girl. (Lucien knew what it was like to be a little boy and he never wanted to have that responsibility)

Lucien sleeps on his belly or side (if hes sharing the bed with someone, he clings to them in his sleep like a koala)

Lucien sneezes like a kitten fox

Lucien stretches and yawns like one too

Lucien reads to relax

Lucien likes the outdoors better than the indoors

#thats enough for now #add on any you have!!!!#lucien vanserra #lucien hcs #my hcs #acotar #acofas #acowar #acomaf

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jadehqknb · 7 years

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Date Prompt #24 - Clubbing/Dancing - Ushijima

“But mom! Why do I have to go?” you whine. Mother fixes you with her sternest glare, placing hands on her hips to let you know she’s serious.

“Because the Ushijima family is very influential, we need to get into their good graces,” she answers with a huff.

Rolling your eyes, you storm upstairs to look at the dress she’s picked for this debacle you’re being forced to go to. Every year a large gala is thrown by some of the top families at Shiratorizawa Academy for the upper classman; their version of an elaborately over done prom you suppose. You never thought it possible you would ever go period, let alone now as a first year. And with Ushijima Wakatoshi of all people! The biggest stick, no, trunk in the mud you’ve ever met! You just can’t understand his appeal to the girls in your group. Granted the boy is handsome, but he’s silent, morose looking, and eats, drinks, and most likely sleeps volleyball.

And of course your family would be the type of traditionalists who adhere to the line of thought that daughters do and say what they’re told to. Overall, things haven’t been so bad, but once your dad heard who was asking to take you (and was smart enough to ask him and not you) there was no getting out of the evening.

Entering your room your eyes fall on your bed, upon which lies a rather beautiful gown. It’s a-line with a v-neck, the shoulder straps covered in faux diamonds which match those around the waist. Picking it up you find the back is lace with a delicate u-drape of fabric. The skirt is flowy but not too wide, the color a rich, plum color. In a box you find a pair of low heeled silver shoes. Trying on the dress you gasp. Even you have to admit you look good!

Mom comes in and claps her hands. “Oh honey, you look beautiful! Here, let me help you with your hair and makeup.” Without much choice in the matter she sits you down at your vanity, primping, curling, painting and manipulating your face and hair to just how she wants it. When she’s done your hair is in an elegant up-do, a beautiful diamond (real this time) hair pin tucked in the back. She’s accomplished a subtle fresh look for your face, but opted for a deep bold burgundy lipstick. You’re surprised your mom would choose such a color. Flushing a bit when you look in the mirror you can’t help but smile at her in the reflection of the glass.

“That’s my girl,” she says before a knock at the door draws her attention away. “And that much be your handsome date, I’ll get the door dear. Wait here a minute, you must make a good entrance.”

You snort as she leaves; sometimes she can be so silly but you love her anyway. From downstairs you hear Wakatoshi’s deep voice resonating as he greets your mom in short simple syllables. Suddenly, you’re really nervous. You’ve been so caught up in the preparation and fun girly time with mom that it completely left your head why you’re even doing this. Swallowing down your nerves you step out of your room and head towards the stairs just as your mother is calling up, “______-chan! Ushijima-san is here!”

Taking a deep breath, you carefully navigate the stairs, managing to not fall by keeping your eyes on your feet. When you finally reach the ground floor you look up, just barely managing not to gasp. Standing before you is Ushijima and he looks good. You’ve only ever seen him in his school uniform or once in a while his volleyball one. This is the first you’ve ever seen him in “real life” but it feels like a fantasy.

He’s clad in a black tuxedo with royal purple shirt and white tie. In his hand he holds a corsage of white lilies.

Mom clears her throat, reminding you that you really should stop staring and say something. Bowing slightly you say, “Good evening Ushijima-san.”

“Good evening, ______-san, thank you for accompanying me this evening,” he replies though his face is as expressionless as ever. Either he’s not as impressed with you as you are with him, or he really isn’t able to remove that look from his face.

After some awkwardness of getting the corsage on your wrist and begging through clenched teeth for your mother to stop taking pictures, the two of you make your way outside. You’re not surprised to see a limo, the driver standing beside the back door, opening it as you approach. He takes your hand guiding you in and you scoot further across the seat as Ushijima follows you. The door shuts and when the driver takes him place up front you’re on your way.

Unsurprisingly the ride there is silent, you looking out the window and your date staring straight ahead. You’re fairly sure he wants to be here about as much as you do and so try not to begrudge him too badly. When you arrive to the hotel where the gala is being hosted the driver opens the door allowing Ushijima to exit. When you scoot over and extend your hand out for assistance you’re surprised to find it’s the stoic male and not the driver who has taken it to help you out. An unexpected blush floods your cheeks at the contact.

He shocks you further by wrapping your arm through his, leading you to the entrance. Seems he’s been more trained than you previously thought, not that you’re exactly a debutant. You still don’t understand why out of all the girls, particularly rich girls, he could have chosen he picked little ol’ you.

When the doors open your eyes widen; everything is covered or made of glitzy silvers, golds and ambers. Ushijima guides you to the main ballroom. The moment he lets you go, numerous girls flood around him asking all sorts of inane questions. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you make your way to the drink and hors d’oeuvres table. Grabbing a plate and a cup you fill up since you’ve not had dinner.

Finding a quiet corner table, you sit down and eat your snacks, observing Ushijima dealing with his sudden fan club. You snort to yourself thinking how awkward he looks, knowing that if Oikawa were in the same position he’d have the lot of them blushing and giggling in no time. He appears to be looking around and when his eyes land on you he stops. Without preamble or explanation, he guides himself through the throng of estrogen and reaches your table.

“Why did you leave?” he asks sitting down.

You smirk. “Didn’t want to get in the way of your fan club,” you respond cheekily. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was annoyed with you at leaving him alone to deal with that.

His next statement confirms it. “Why do you think I asked you to come to this? To avoid, that from happening.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Um, sorry I guess, usually when guys are flocked by beautiful girls they don’t complain too much.”

“I don’t appreciate cheap flattery and fake niceness,” he replies looking back across the dance floor at the girls now glaring at you. You could care less. It’s not like you’re friends anyway.

Shrugging your shoulders you offer an olive branch in the form of a mushroom stuff with toasted cheese. “Hungry?” you proffer. He nods, plucking the fungus from your fork and popping it in his mouth. The action makes you laugh.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, just…never mind, it’s really nothing,” you giggle. He looks at you with the same stone expression but his eyes seem to have warmed slightly.

Eventually the two of you finish the plate of food together, all in silence. You’re surprised to feel so comfortable with it, and him, so quickly. Glancing at the dance floor again you can’t stop a sigh from escaping your lips. There are numerous couples twirling and swaying about in a traditional waltz. Dance has been one of your hobbies since you were a young girl and you’ve always dreamed of being in a place like this, wearing a dress like the one you are and dancing the night away with a handsome prince.

Casting side eyes at your date you chuckle to yourself. Ushijima may be handsome, but a prince he is not. And that’s ok, really, but still it would be nice…

Your thoughts are cut off when he stands up. Thinking he’s about to go get a drink or something you don’t look up but are startled when his hand extends into your line of vision. You look at it and then up at him, floored to see him with his other hand behind his back, his waist bent in a slight bow as he silently asks you to dance.

Taking his hand, he easily lifts you out of your chair and ushers you to the dance floor. Turning you around, he places one large hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand and guiding it into position. With a short nod he indicates he’s about to start and off he goes, leading you in a perfectly timed waltz, falling in line with the circle of dancers already present.

Round and round he guides you, his hold firm but gentle, his eyes never leaving your face to look at his feet; he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You’ve never danced with someone outside of your classes and feel your nerves begin to take over. You stumble a bit on your dress but he holds you up, effortlessly turning your fumble into a slight dip before bringing you even closer to himself. Leaning down he says in your ear, “Don’t over think it, follow my lead.”

You nod in understanding, the rest of the dance going off without any further issues. At the conclusion of the song you and the rest of the dance floor occupants clap in appreciation to the musicians. Thinking the moment over, you turn to leave but when the next song starts you feel yourself pulled back into Ushijima’s arms. At your look of surprise he offers, for the first time ever, a slight smile. You understand a little bit more girls’ attraction to this boy.

For the rest of the night the two of you are lost in your own world of dancing. It’s a means of communication you’ve always heard of but never experienced because most of the partners you’ve had always either tried to be too smooth or were too nervous, constantly talking or stammering away. But with Ushijima, it’s easy and surprisingly fun.

On your way home, you manage to get him to open up a little when you ask about volleyball. When you ask about where he learned to dance he replies simply, “Refinement courses.” You can’t hold back your giggle and see another hint of a smile quirk his lip up. He’s been a perfect gentleman the whole night and you’re thrilled to have been given a glimpse into another layer of Ushijima.

When you reach your home he again exits the car and helps you out, leading you to your front door.

“I had a good time tonight,” he says simply.

“I did too, thank you for requesting me.” You curtsey with a giggle.

He bows in good nature of your playfulness and says goodnight.

The next day on your locker is a white lily and a note:

I really enjoyed our time together. Go out with me again?

- Wakatoshi

You smile, sliding the note into your bag. Later that afternoon you make your way to the gym, taking a seat in the bleachers to watch Wakatoshi practice. When he sees you, he jogs over during a water break.

“Is this a yes?” he asks and you nod. “Good, wait for me. I’ll take you out when I’m done here.” You nod again and he runs back to hit more spikes.

#Ushijima #date prompt #request

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sportarobbie-shorties · 7 years

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LXI - It’s Disguise Time!

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 61st Shortie

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Sportacus has gone to visit his parents. The town has to survive a week without him, but Robbie really misses him. The kids try to cheer him up by doing something Robbie loves, and he starts adoring the kids even more.

“Come on, Robbie, it hasn’t even been that long since he left!” Stephanie says, resting her hand on Robbie’s shoulder. Robbie sits by the mayor’s kitchen table, while everyone else walks around the kitchen. “But I still have to wait several days for him! It’s not fair...” The kids roll their eyes.

“Why does he have to visit his stupid parents anyway? Nobody likes parents!” “Robbie, a lot of people like their parents”, Pixel says, giving him a milk shake. Robbie mutters something under his breath, but none of the kids hear what he says.

Stephanie sighs: “Alright, let’s do something to distract you. Let’s play something!” Robbie scoffs: “No way. First of all, no. Second of all, you think the best way to forget about Sporty is to do something he always does? Third of all, no.”

Pixel tries to help: “How about we play video games?” “No, it’s not fun if I can’t laugh at Sporty.” Ziggy throws an idea: “Let’s bake something?” “Nah.” Stingy tries: “Let’s play a board game?” “No, that requires thinking.” Trixie rolls her eyes: “That’s true, you wouldn’t be able to play a board game with that puny brain of yours.”

Stephanie groans: “Robbie, you’re being ridiculous! He’s just visiting his parents, and he’ll come back in a couple of days. This shouldn’t be such a big deal.” Robbie simply shrugs and continues moping around.

Stephanie invites her friends to join her upstairs, in her room. Robbie is left moping and drinking his milk shake in the kitchen. “Guys, we have to think of something to cheer him up. I mean, he’s acting pretty childish, but I do feel bad for him.” Stephanie’s friends agree with her and start thinking. “We have to think of all Robbie’s favourite things. What does Robbie like doing the most?”

Eventually the kids come back downstairs and instantly drag Robbie out of the house. “What are you kids up to now?” he groans as they continue dragging him to his own lair. Stingy answers: “We have decided that it is my... o-our official duty to cheer you up!”

They enter Robbie’s lair, and the kids start getting out lots of fabrics and scissors. Pixel sets up Robbie’s sewing machine, and Stephanie goes to get Robbie’s makeup bag.

Robbie sits on the orange chair, watching confusedly how the kids get all kinds of stuff together. “What. Are. You. Doing.” The kids finish getting all the materials out, and go back to Robbie. They all grin and exclaim together: “It’s disguise time!”

The kids lead Robbie to make a disguise. Trixie gives him a pen and paper, and explains: “First you have to plan and design your character, who you’re disguising as. You can write or draw, or do whatever you want!” All of the kids start planning their disguises as well, and Robbie smiles. He starts planning the disguise, and every now and then peeks to see what the kids are doing.

Next, they all go to the pile of fabrics, deciding which ones to use. The kids practically dive into the pile, trying to find perfect materials.

Next, begins the actual making of the disguise. Robbie has to help the kids out a lot, but he still manages to make his own disguise well, and also finishes a lot earlier than the kids, so he can help them even more.

Finally, they go onto makeup. Robbie and Stephanie have to help the others quite a lot, even though Stephanie isn’t that good herself. Stingy is surprisingly good, especially for a beginner. Trixie and Ziggy on the other hand, their makeup is quite messy, but Robbie thinks it’s endearing.

And then the disguises are done. They introduce their characters to each other and have lots of good laughs.

Trixie has a black, glittery, skin-tight outfit, with a lime green cape, and her makeup is black and white. She says her character is a scary villain, called Glider of the Night. She’s the one who gives all kids nightmares, and puts monsters under their beds and in their closets.

Pixel has an outfit with a medieval feel, but it’s very modernized, with slight style changes, and gadgets attached to it. He’s a time traveler, going by the name of John Smith, and he goes around fighting evil and helping people in need.

Ziggy is a superhero - obviously. He has extremely colourful clothing - so colourful, Robbie thinks it might blind him - and he has painted a blue mask on his face. His superhero power is making anything taste just as sweet as candy.

Stingy has a flowy, blue outfit with lots of glitter and ribbons. He is a demigod, who owns everything. He also has great leadership skills, and he can solve any fight on earth.

Stephanie’s character is a wizard, living in the forest next to Lazy Town. She has a pink outfit, great for running and being stealthy, and she has a dark purple cape. She helps people, but secretly. She’s the person who leaves money in random places for people to find, and she generally uses her magic to make people’s days a little happier.

Robbie is obviously wearing purple. He’s dressed in a fancy dress, and he has a feathery scarf. His character is a rich singer, who owns a bakery, and does both of the jobs at the same time. He also claims that his backup band consists of a super villain, a time traveler, a superhero, a demigod, and a wizard.

So they all play a song together. Robbie sings, Stephanie plays the piano with Pixel, Stingy plays the saxophone, Trixie plays the banjo, and Ziggy drums on tables and boxes. At the same time, Robbie of course bakes them cookies, and at the end of the day, they eat them together, trying their best to stay in character, but they all end up a laughing mess.

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