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#without a stitch on him
velnica · 7 months
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Summer Heat (Guydelot)
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"I seem to have misplaced my swimming trunks. Have you seen them?"
Companion piece to Summer Splash (Sanson) 💚💛
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Frank! fantasy flavor!
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i really wanted to blend that monk-class inspiration w/ Frank's personal vibe... i like to think that i Succeeded!
i turned his tie into a sort of brooch since, yk. bowties aren't all that Fantastical. they miss the style. also i think they'd be more comfortable with something smaller since he's very active and needs a wide range of maneuverability
i bet Eddie or someone wheedled them into adding the leather shoulder pauldrons - leather to keep it a bit more flexy, and also. it just looks Cool!
figuring out what would replace his vest was tough. i didn't want them to be entirely unprotected, but i couldn't give him straight armor. though i will admit! a sort of tight-fitting crop top was Considered! but i landed on a gambeson vest as the best fit - comfortable, flexible, a Vest, while providing some level of protection! also, gambesons are quilted, which fits Frank's diamond-checkered vest!
ive already mentioned that one of my favorite outfit things is Flowy Pants Tucked Into Boots, so... that choice wasn't very character driven. except the boots are a tall ankle wrap - for that extra stability and strength! their shoes are pretty flexible and are only a few steps away from being slippers.
and the half-skirt - open skirt? - thing (still don't know what its called) is purely some self indulgence. i think Frank looks great in skirts!! also imagining him Throwing Down w/ the added flair of the skirt... damn. it'd probably help confuse enemies too - what're they gonna do next? who knows! the skirt is in the way and adding extra Movement!
i like to think that his knife is either in a sheath attached to the back of the belt, or they have it on their thigh (under the skirt) like Wally's bag. he probably never uses it... punching is the way to go for Frank methinks. it's probably reserved for cutting ropes and fruit
speaking of punching.... wrist wraps! inspired by boxing gauze! pads his knuckles, keeps his wrist compressed, its the best choice for physical combat. though the wrapped knuckles probably always have blood showing through anyway... or no yeah it's mostly other people's blood...
as for scars - Frank probably has quite the collection! i imagine that they've been picking fights since a young age, and in such a dangerous world he probably got hit a Lot until they learned how to hit back. and hit back Well. still, i wanted to give him a cool face scar with a very lame backstory - a book with a crisp, sharp spine corner fell off a high shelf and bonked them in the face at juuuust the right angle <3 he probably stays very fucking quiet about it which makes everyone think there's some intense traumatic backstory behind it. there isn't. Frank's just embarrassed.
closing note: i imagine that Frank has zero magic. literally none. cannot wield it for shit cannot utilize it. he's just like Howdy fr
#im Very happy with this outfit ngl#they probably know a bunch of different fighting styles...#and then stitches them all together into a Frankenstyle#get it? frankenstein's monster + frank + style - yeah yeah i know im hilarious#he probably stresses everyone tf out with how gung-ho they are in a fight Without Much Protection#like yeah gambesons can cushion blows and depending on the quality can lessen or even stop arrows / stabs#but frank's is a Vest. yeah it covers his vital organ area but like. their face? arms? legs? its free target practice#everytime eddie sees frank throw himself at an enemy w/ magic or Much Bigger Than Frank#he has about 100 heart attacks#catch him sprinting to cover's franks ass. they need it#frank Will look at someone way above his pay grade and go 'yeah i can take em'#(and that's why they consistently end up under poppy's healing wing)#julie unfortunately is on the same bullshit as frank#so if frank takes on someone he cant handle - so will she. without blinking!#though when she (or anyone else) tries it that's when frank goes 'are you crazy?! dont fight them they'll kill you'#frank has common sense when it comes to other people <3 not themself <3#scribble salad#wh fantasy au#ah yes and the tiny knife... the glorified cheese knife...#even sally has a nice dagger and she's got some Powerful magic on her side#meanwhile frank is bringing fists to a gunfight smh#tryin ta think of a backstory for him for this au...#im thinking... he was either an orphan or his parents straight up Ditched him as a kid...#and he was taken in by a... fuck im missing the word. monastery? or something?#whatever it was it was run by somewhat spiritual people that raised & trained highly skilled/disciplined fighters#with the intent of 'you will fight for good blah blah blah'#maybe frank would sneak out and thats how he met julie? and he taught her some combat skills maybe...#& then he wound up running away w/ her or somethn#or he completed his training and went out to be a Soldier For Good but wound up following his own path & moral compass... idk
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columboscreens · 5 months
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coochiequeens · 1 year
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Men ask why women don’t want to have kids then think making crass comments about new mothers they don’t even know “is a very normal joke”.
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This post was disgusting but then someone posted
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Ladies if you do have kids make sure your doctor knows you do not consent to the husband stitch
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And make sure you get a doctor who will listen to your pain
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medicalunprofessional · 3 months
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juggalo nemesis (…evil augustus) and horror punk butcher. Very important i think
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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year
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Ghost gifts a single tiny ear loop to Soap one day. Says he noticed Soap had pierced ears. That rings keep from handling a gun or a knife properly. He doesn't make eye contact, tries to hide his face, even as he's already wearing his balaclava.
Soap blinks. Ghost has already given him gifts and only behaved that way for the very first one. He doesn't understand. The earring is very simple, but seems to be made of expensive material and not only covered with a thin leaf of gold.
"Didnae it come with another one?" he says, jokingly.
But Ghost flushes, turns his head, and lifts his mask, only enough for Soap to see the glinting of the other earring on his ear. Suddenly he understands that it's not simply a gift. Ghost favoured practicality, but he wanted to give him a ring.
He grabs his hand as it falls back down.
"Simon, what is this?" he asks softly, not daring to be hopeful just yet.
With his other hand, he reaches out to gently turn Simon's head back towards him. His cheeks and his nose are flushed, it makes the warmth of his dark eyes, generally hidden behind a sneer or a bored expression, undeniable.
He looks nervous. Johnny's heart is beating faster. Could it really be...?
"I know", Simon starts then pauses, uncertain. "I know I'm probably not what you thought you'd have, when you were younger" Soap wants to interrupt, to scoff, to protest that Simon is way better than anyone he could have hoped for, but doesn't. He never wants to cut off his love when he's barely starting to open up.
"I know that I'm not easy to be with some days, that I'm not friendly and easy going like you, like someone you'd deserved to be with." he continues, unconsciously pushing his face more into Soap's hand. "But... I love you, more than I thought I could, and I'd like... I'd like to be with you, for as long as you'd have me..."
Johnny's heart is soaring. He has no idea how to react. He'd have to get all the giddiness out first, and the moment doesn't seem appropriate for jumping around and squealing.
"Officially," Simon continues, voice quieter, out of breath. "If you want to."
A gigantic grin splits Johnny's face. All of his limbs are buzzing, he needs to stand up, to run, to explode something. But he's terrified to spook Simon so instead he just squeezes the hand he's holding rhythmically and moves his feet back and forth.
"Baby, are ye asking me tae marry ye?" Johnny says. He's pretty sure his voice is wobbly, but can't really hear it himself as the blood in his ears is louder than the rest.
Simon's eyes do something, what is visible of his face looks like he has an expression on but Johnny can't analyze it now, doesn't dare to see the hope in his eyes, the pleading in his brows.
"I... Yes, I guess I am," the love of his life says finally. "If you want to. You don't have to."
Soap can't keep himself in check any longer. He's making a high pitched noise, jumping up and down where he's seating on the bed, and throws himself at Simon.
"Of course ah fooking want tae!!!"
Simon lets out an excited giggle, swept in Johnny's mood, and tightens his arms around his lover. No, his fiancé.
This is the best day of his life. He just has to deal with this mission tomorrow, and then they can start to plan everything.
#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#soapghost#and now a bit of angst as a treat :#soap goes on his mission and doesn't return - ghost immediately goes to look for him and only finds traces of a struggle#then price receives a bloody earring and instructions to give out state secrets in exchange for soap#ghost goes ballistic - price doesn't deal with terrorists but has to make them believe he does to gain some time#they need to find where they keep soap - when they eventually manage to rescue him he's in a pretty bad shape and cries when he sees ghost#he looks like he hasn't slept since he was taken and his lobe is covered in dried blood where his captors ripped the earring from it#he sobs in ghost's arms that he lost it#that ghost had given him something so precious and he wasn't able to keep it and ghost knows that it's only because he's been tortured and#sleep deprived but it still breaks his heart & he doesn't know what to do and how to make soap understand that he loves him no matter what#johnny needs a medic and fluids and sleep and stitches and a cast but he can't bring himself to let him go so he just carries him#and doesn't let him go until he absolutely has to even as soap falls asleep on the way back and even as the others look at him with a look#on their face - it doesn't matter anyway soon he'll be simon mactavish and everyone will know#as he's waiting at soap's bedside watching him sleep price comes in and gives him the earring - it's been cleaned and looks good as new#then price asks him if he's invited and after a minute of ghost looking at him with wide eyes he eventually nods#'of course' he says 'we wouldn't be anywhere without you old man'#and price gently punches him in the shoulder#'you have to stop calling me old the recruits are convinced I'm like 50'#and ghost smiles for the first time in a week - he won't stop though - not until he convinces the recruits that price is at least 60
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lauronk · 3 months
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life has been a lot lately. almost too much at times, honestly. this year has been one mess after another.
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but right now i’m putting all my energy into this cute cross stitch for my partner for Valentine’s Day, and it’s keeping me sane.
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moonlitkilljoy · 2 years
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@giftober 2022 | day 15: one object
Mr. Reachy from The Venture Bros.
+ BONUS Mr. Reachmore
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aussie-bookworm · 9 months
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🍦🎶I scream! You scream! We all scream for ice cream!🎵🍨
Finally got around to snapping a few pictures of this piece I finished in December last year!
This was my first time framing a piece by myself so please excuse the wrinkles!
Pattern is from World Of Cross Stitching August 2021, issue 309
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caught the thinking about jack shephard disease again
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rockintapper · 7 months
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this is stick shift
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and he
and this is his boyfriend starr
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and hes sad cuz his mom died of car and he doesnt know how to deal with that
gacha club version s under the (because when it comes to making character designs gacha club is my go-to every time)
it was either this or a pink that isnt light enough . a
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and starr
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thr sillies
and yes spike is their child /pos
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catharusustulatus · 1 year
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Steve and Dustin’s mom Claudia are close.
It starts with Steve practically adopting Dustin overnight, going from barely registering his presence to almost dying for him within a couple of days. After getting the shit kicked out of him by Billy and the close calls in the tunnels, everyone regroups, sweaty, tired, and hungry at the Byers’, and the kids start getting picked up. For some reason he finds himself being dragged into Mrs. Henderson’s car. And then her house, and then her guest bathroom, where she tenderly washes his face and cleans his wounds. She coos at him as he groans, sitting on her carpet covered toilet seat. Her bathroom is warm and cat themed. She holds his chin with so much care as she rubs a warm washcloth along his bruised cheeks. She holds his shoulders as he dry heaves. Steve is concussed, full of adrenaline, shaking, but most of all shy. No one has ever done this for him before.
After a couple days quietly sleeping in her guest bedroom, eating her food, and helping wash her dishes, she asks him about his parents. If they’re worried about him. He says no, she looks sad. She sends him home with a casserole, says see you soon.
Dustin starts following him everywhere. He gives him a walkie talkie for his birthday, tells Steve he’s “part of the gang now.” Steve acts annoyed but cries later, alone in his giant house, with relief, to not feel so alone anymore, even if Dustin and his friends are kids, and even if one of those kids is Nancy’s little brother.
He starts spending more time at the Henderson’s. The three of them watch Cheers and bake cookies. Mews 2 loves Steve, purrs in his lap. He starts bringing t-shirts over; Mr. Henderson's clothes were way too big for him. Soon he has a toothbrush there. Then he has a house key.
Claudia doesn’t bring his parents up anymore. Whenever he's there for dinner, or for more than dinner, it's with her full approval.
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so is the consensus that vegas just has random clothes lying around in the safehouse just in case he kidnaps a dude (like you do) or did he loan his own clothes to pete
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theheadlessgroom · 5 months
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@beatingheart-bride
Emily's kick seemed to really do the trick, as Nicholas let go of Randall's neck and rolled off of him in a daze, while Randall himself coughed and gasped for air, rubbing his sore throat while Nicholas groaned, seeming dazed as he struggled to his feet, legs wobbly as he did. He made a feeble attempt at rushing one of them (given how unfocused his gaze was, it was near-impossible to know who), but in doing so, he earned a punch across the jaw from Elizabeth, causing him to stumble back, swaying on his feet as Randall, having recovered, got to his feet, eyes dark with anger.
In that moment, he remembered. He remembered it all-searing pain across his throat, Emily's terrified screams as his disembodied head gushing blood soared through the air, landing in a lonely hatbox. It filled his stomach with acid, set his blood ablaze, filled him with a righteous anger that made his vision turn red, and his hands ball into fists.
Honestly, he could've killed Nicholas where he stood-he very easily could've made him feel everything he made him and Emily feel, that lifetime ago. But to stoop to his level...that sickened him, and so, as the coup de grace, Randall socked Nicholas clean in the nose, finally knocking the lout out flat on the ground. He lived, only knocked out cold by this finishing punch.
"What should we do with him?" Mrs. Henshaw asked, tempting to give him a kick in the side for good measure, but Beau, as he checked on everyone, replied with a shrug, "I say we leave him here, to be quite honest. By the time he comes around, we'll be long gone, and if he tries to tattle on our little plan, well...who's going to believe him? To the ears of everyone in New Orleans, it'll sound like Mr. Pennyworth was bitter that Dorian upstaged him, upset that he didn't get to have Emily's hand, and is trying to drag him through the mud out of spite, and with an outlandish-sounding story to boot. He'll be ostracized, and I believe, to him, that'll be a fate worse than death."
There was a murmur of agreements at this, as Dorian wrapped a loving arm around Elizabeth's waist, pulling her close to him, while Randall embraced Emily, burying his face in her shoulder, so grateful that she was alright. His eyes were damp with tears as memories filled his mind, good and bad, and he swallowed hard as he closed his eyes.
Thank you, he thought to himself, to no one in particular-perhaps a guardian angel, if they happened to be smiling upon him (which he certainly felt they were). Thank you for this second chance-thank you for our life!
#((they're beating him together...as a FAMILY!))#((no but seriously; dorian did NOT hesitate-he knew were the roles reversed nicholas wouldn't hesitate))#((to put a bullet in him; and between that and knowing what nicholas had done to randall and emily))#((he ain't hardly gonna pull any punches hence the bullet-and honestly; nicholas isn't gonna go down easily))#((not without a fight! i think between the collective beatdown he's gotten and the fact that he'd bleeding out))#((he's either gonna pass out from blood loss OR make it back to town to get stitched up))#((and either way; however this ends; everyone will be long gone and no one will believe him!))#((everyone's gonna be too wound up about dorian and emily 'eloping' to pay him much attention))#((and if he tries to tell them the truth; they're not gonna buy it-so at the end of the day; nicholas loses again!))#((he got his ass beat in a six-on-one fight; got shot; and didn't get either revenge OR money!))#((and i love the idea of the rp ending with elizabeth's bridal shower! dorian would ABSOLUTELY go ham))#((putting together a VERY elaborate one; just as he did for the paces-maybe even moreso!))#((he'd be over the moon and would pull out ALL the stops to make it the most lavish baby shower ever))#((and considering dorian and elizabeth gifted the paces with some VERY nice baby clothes during their shower))#((i could see randall and emily putting their heads together to make some really pretty baby clothes in return!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Days of Future Past
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devondespresso · 7 months
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Wip Wednesday
tagged by @eriquin 💕
we're back babeyyyyy its been a wild fuckin Wednesday im now calling "Oh My God What Now?" Wednesday after all the little shit that keeps happening. I'll mostly be getting to these late tonight or Thursday since i close
Rules
I've modified this a lot but basically i have several chapter titles and you guys can send asks for specific ones and I'll answer them with a snippet from that chapter either newly written or recently edited!
Wips
we're following the chapter titles format because i think that worked best (and i finished my other writing wip 🕺) so here we have chapters 7-9 plus prequel alt pov chapter .5? chapter 0? who knows
The Karen POV prequel chapter
Ohana means family, family means no one gets left behind or forgotten (gUYS WHAT THE FUCK)
Steve are you okay, are you okay Steve?
What's this, the consequences of my actions? (Is that a motherfucking lovejoy reference?!)
Kidnapping? No. Surprise Adoption
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i cannot stress enough i don't have time but this part is sacred. Steve Henderson au, steve and kids arrive at tunnels and steve cant do shit to stop them
The kids jumped out as soon as the car stopped, not waiting to turn it off or anything, leaving him slouched in the backseat. He grabbed at the seats then side on the car to get out and follow, but he overestimated and sent himself tumbling to the ground out the passenger’s door.
“Guys..” he huffed, looking for them. They were all huddled by the open trunk, grabbing stuff stashed inside. His limbs failing him again, he pulled himself up using the door, flinging his weight to rest in the corner it made so he could properly see them. They were putting on goggles and had fabric covering their mouths like makeshift protective gear.
“Oh no..” They’re going in there. They’re going to get themselves killed. “Guys.”
They ignored him and Mike hiked over to the front of the car, purposefully around him.
“Hey, where d’you think you’re going?”
Mike ignored him.
“What, are you deaf? Hellooo?” They all kept ignoring him, they’re all ignoring him, “We are not going down there right now, I made myself clear!” he yelled, trying to get ahold of any of them but everyone managed to avoid him easily.
“There’s no chance we’re going to that hole, alright!”
Still ignored.
Like he's not even here.
He marched to Dustin, still at the trunk, leaning on the car.
“This ends right now!” and shoved a bag back in the trunk and turned to go to the others.
“Steve!”
oops forgot tags first time, real quick @stobinesque @marvel-ous-m @itswhatyougive @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart @spoookysix and anyone that wants to!
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dairogo · 2 years
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Headcanon:
Roy stitched his gloves himself. He knew enough sewing beforehand to fix rips in his clothes, and do practical things like that, but he went full needlepoint for the gloves, making many iterations before he could stitch a circle without it looking jagged.
After his hands are damaged on the Promised Day, his physio tells him his hands will never have full mobility again, the saddest part of which is that he’ll never get to engage in his favourite downtime activity: cross-stitch.
(He gave one of his best ones to Madame Christmas and she framed it and kept it in her office in the bar. It was destroyed in the explosion.)
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