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avirael · 16 days

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Vierapril 2024

Day 14 - Embarrass

It wasn’t typical for Rael to take longer to dress up than A’viloh, so he was quite surprised to find the viera still in their room. On the other hand if the Fortemps housemaids had tried to put the same amount of care into Rael’s appearance as they had into his…? Well, Rael would have murdered them all and was probably now trying to hide the bodies…

A’viloh giggled about that idea but was sure Rael had simply chased them all away with an ill-tempered look on their face. Not that A’viloh hadn’t tried that too but he had been to friendly and the maids had been persistent while he wasn’t. At least that was what he thought as he knocked on Rael’s door in his search for the viera.

“Rael? Aren’t you done yet?”

“Just a moment…”, Rael’s muffled voice answered from the other side of the door.

A moment turned into a minute, then two, then five…

“Are you alright?”, A’viloh asked seriously beginning to wonder what took Rael so long.

“No!”, they yelled and it sounded unusually distressed coming from them. “These housemaids!”, they added, as if it was a curse.

A’viloh furrowed his brow and nodded.

“Embarrassing, right? Like I can’t bath and dress myself but you think they wanted to listen to that?”

A growl sounded from the other side that sounded a bit like approval.

“We’re honorary guests after all and they were probably just told to be extra caring. It’s not their fault. I just wanted to remain polite…”

There was a conspicuous pause, that sounded as if Rael wanted to say more.

“But?”, A’viloh asked after a moment of silence.

There was a deep sigh from behind the door.

“This won’t do! A’vi you have to get me some of your clothes! They took mine away for washing and left me with nothing to wear…”

“Huh??“ Confused A’vi stared at the door. Considering how much of a fuss the maids had made until they had deemed his outfit worthy for dinner, he couldn’t believe they had just forgotten about Rael. “Nothing? To wear? You don’t mean you are-?”

“No!”, Rael hissed. “This just won’t do, alright? Get me something else, please…”

“I don’t understand…”, he said still confused, mostly by the Viera’s tone and the use of the word please.

“Are you alone?”, Rael asked shortly.

“Yes…”, he answered and then there was a long silence before Rael spoke again while audibly unlocking the door.

“If you laugh, I swear I’m going to murder you!”

Slowly the door opened a tiny bit, barely enough for A’viloh to see inside. But what he saw just made him all the more confused and he really had to pull himself together not to laugh.

“What are you wearing???”, he exclaimed but Rael just pulled him into the room and slammed the door shut. “Shhh!!!”

Rael’s face looked very disgruntled, a stark contrast to their flawless outfit. They wore a shimmering red and black dress with lots of frills and fine embroidery, that covered every piece of skin that was lower than their throat. They even wore fine gloves and elegant shoes with heels appeared below the trim of the dress as they stepped back and sat down on the canapé. It looked ridiculous!

“Why do you look like this??”, A’viloh couldn’t help but ask as much as he couldn’t help to grin a little.

“The housemaids!”, Rael cursed again. “Like you said! They insisted on helping me… bath and dress… and they must have … just assumed. They didn’t want to listen when I said I would prefer to wear my own clothes!” The Viera’s voice got a little more quiet with every word they pressed out through gritted teeth and A’vi could hear how unusually helpless Rael was.

„Uhm, fine! I‘m going to see if I can get you something from my room but look at me! I look ridiculous too, so don’t get your hopes up!“

He gestured down to his jacket. It was made from the same shimmering dark red fabric as Rael’s dress and also had lots of frills and black embroidery. He began to think that this matching look hadn’t been a coincidence…

„At least it’s not a dress!“, Rael barked.

„I see…“, A‘viloh nodded and wondered if Rael would be mad at him if he asked Haurchefant for help if he couldn’t find any other clothes in his own room. Of course they would be… „Uhm, I‘ll be back in a moment. Don’t go anywhere!“

Rael growled. „Where would I go looking like this?! Hurry up and stop grinning like this!“

A’viloh shrugged and hurried to the door. Before he closed it behind him he couldn’t resist but to bow deeply like he imagined the highborn Elezen did. „As you wish, my lady.“

Quickly he closed the door to dodge the pillow that came flying in his direction together with a furious snarl.

„A’viloh!!“

#I tortured Rael a little but the idea was just too funny!#i imagine Rael had a really difficult time in ishgard haha…#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv writing #ff14 screenshots #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #gpose #a'viloh tia #rael hyskaris #vierapril 2024 #vierapril

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yourbelgianthings · 7 months

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if you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see

a trans man! devo fic, about two pages, tw deadnaming and misgendering, some angst vibes but also hopeful (yes the title is from the end. shhhh)

Devotion. He never wanted to hear that word again. It wasn’t even a proper name, and it certainly wasn’t his name. The water outside the dome of Founder’s Wake was still dark when Devo left. Physically leaving had been easy, the parish did not lock its main door in case anyone needed help or shelter in the night. “Help from the parish” was an oxymoron to Devo. Mentally, it was another story. No matter what had happened to him behind those doors, the Benevolent Parish was the only home he had ever known, and the mysterious expanse of Founder’s Wake before him held its own kind of fear. Now though, the fear of the unknown was preferable to the pain of the familiar.

He knew of only one other person who had left the parish: Brother Seldom. His name came up occasionally, but only in disapproving whispers.

“Who cares if Guidance or Orlean didn’t respect him, though?” Devo thought. “I get to choose now.” That realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. So, Devo eventually managed to find the school in the Ballast after hours of getting lost and wandering. His heavy legs and equally heavy heart collapsed onto the front step and everything went black.

As he slowly came to, he heard muffled concerned voices: “the hand of devotion?” “How did she get here?” “...trouble with the parish...” A kind looking elderly man who Devo could only assume to be Brother Seldom approached him and asked, “Devotion? What are you doing here? Did Guidance send you?” Devo just screamed “NO!” and broke down sobbing. Seldom did not push any further, he waited until Devo’s tears slowed, although they still did not cease, before taking his hand and leading him to a bedroom.

“You just stay here as long as you need, okay? Someone will bring you dinner if you aren’t up for sitting with us yet.”

Devo nodded and closed the door a little harder than was necessary. He flopped down onto the bed and screamed into the pillow until his throat hurt. The pain was grounding, it kept him from drifting away into nothingness. As he rolled over on the bed, a desk in the corner of the room caught his eye, so he got up to look through the drawers and found a pair of scissors. They were delightfully plain, just steel blades with gray handles. The whole room was like that, functional, cozy, but unadorned. It was a sight for sore eyes, Devo needed a break from everything being gold and marble like the parish was.

He picked up the scissors and turned to the mirror, pulling on the blue ribbon that held his bun in place, allowing his dark hair to cascade past his shoulders. Honestly, Devo didn’t mind the idea of having longer hair, maybe like a short ponytail, but he hated how Guidance made him keep it down his shoulder blades and especially when she would style it for holidays or special occasions like he was her fucking doll. Whatever, he just knew he needed to do this now, he had to look like Devo and not Devotion or he would break down even more. Devo hummed a Benevolence hymn unconsciously to himself as he trimmed his hair in the mirror, and then began to cut off longer and longer chunks. For once that day, he did not cry, he smiled. He looked in the mirror and finally saw Devo.

Rummaging through the desk drawer again, he found some parchment and ink, and wrote a note that simply said: “I am a man and my name is Devo. Guidance did not send me and I will never be going back to the Parish” which he slid under the door. Devo was not ready to speak yet, he was still overwhelmed, and from his training as an orator, so often he had been told what to say to accomplish something that was not a goal he chose. The silence filled the room and nestled around Devo, wrapping him in gentle comfort, reassuring him that he could take all the time he needed to find his own voice. Exhausted from the scariest yet most empowering night of his life, Devo drifted into a deep and quiet sleep.

That is how Brother Seldom found him when he arrived with a bowl of fish stew. Upon receiving no response when he knocked, Seldom gently opened the door and picked up the note on the ground. He suddenly understood Devo’s earlier reaction, since he had unknowingly managed to say the two worst possible things. As Seldom looked at the sleeping young man, he was glad that Devo had managed to find the school, since they were the only two people in Founder’s Wake who had ever shared the position of leaving the parish clergy. A sense of responsibility overtook him, he wanted to make sure Devo had what he needed to make his own decisions. Perhaps one day he would find a new cause to devote himself to, but for now, he just needed to rest, and Brother Seldom was not going to wake him up.

#message from mirph #mirph’s manuscripts #the adventure zone #taz ethersea #devo la main #travis mcelroy #the benevolent parish #brother seldom #trans headcanon #taz fanfic #trans fanfic

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macverse · 1 year

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My Bloody Nights with Mr. Evans

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By the end of the evening, the haphazardly spilled bloody mary wasn't the only thing staining the table linens a deep red.

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Mr. Evans hardly ever surprises me. I say hardly because the day that I found out he's a murderer I was surprised.

Back then, I'd been working for Mr. Evans for about five months. I came on to help manage the staff of his New England estate as his personal assistant. Unlike some of my past personal assistant jobs, the position is a full-time role that required me to be available 24/7 so I was given rooms on the property. Nothing too fancy. It was only a room in the part of the estate that was designated for the staff. The whole thing was a bit of a lifestyle shock having come from living in the city to the remote, quiet neighborhood of Massachusetts’ one percent. When I took the position, I'd wondered why my predecessor had left but I could never quite figure out what happened and the inability to find out anything became less odd as time went on.

My employer, Mr. Evans, is the sole inheritor of his family's international import and export conglomerate. Making him both wealthy, and well-known in the business world. His industry experience has afforded him many friends and business partners not only in the shipping empire but also in various enterprises. He's not only popular because of his wealth and business expertise but also for his exceptional prowess in the kitchen as well as for being an incredibly handsome, eligible bachelor.

Mr. Evans is always perfectly coiffed and clothed. His thick dark brown hair is always immaculately moussed, swept back from his face, and parted perfectly without a hair out of place. His beard is always groomed and trimmed accenting his chiseled face. His wardrobe is selected by an esteemed fashion stylist from designers all over the world and immaculately cared for by a tailor on the estate. You will never catch Mr. Evans looking disheveled.

I obviously didn't care or find any of that appealing or distracting. I have been PA to many wealthy, attractive businessmen who've tried their best to sway me into comfortable sugar-baby arrangements. I'm aware that I am a beautiful, young woman who could easily live a life of luxury on the whims of a wealthy man. I could easily allow myself to be lavished with extravagant gifts and whisked off to private islands at the drop of a hat. Money and power have never impressed me. And it sure is not enough to sacrifice the future of my career.

Back when I originally started I hardly ever spoke to Mr. Evans. We would meet at exactly 7:45 am in the small meeting room between Mr. Evans’s at-home office and a grand library that no one seems to use. From the beginning, I got the impression that Mr. Evans is a very precise individual and that he prefers tasks to be performed in the way he expects. I also gathered that he's not one to show a lot of emotion. I tried once or twice to get him to even slightly smile during our meetings but gave up when my jests kept falling flat.

Our meetings would run for no longer than thirty minutes to review any open items from the previous day and the schedule for the day ahead as well as any future plans he wanted me to handle. From there, I would hand off his schedule to his drivers and business analyst Luke, a newer staff member like myself, and set out to accomplish any tasks he'd assigned. During the rest of the day, I wouldn't see Mr. Evans unless any major things occurred that required his attention. Part of my job was to make sure that there was nothing that needed Mr. Evans's attention so most days I wouldn't see him again until the following morning.

My position was surprisingly much more simple than any of my previous positions. Unlike the households of my most recent employers who were new to their wealth and needed me to bring order to their new lives, everyone on staff had either been on the estate since the late Mr. and Mrs. Evans had maintained the property. Luke and I were the only new employees. There weren't that many things that didn't already have a set course of action that everyone already seemed to know. So I spent most of my day learning about my new employer, the history of the property, and making sure everyone had everything they needed. It wasn't until after a winter-themed dinner party to celebrate the forthcoming solstice that I noticed things on the Evans estate were not as simple as they seemed.

The morning after the dinner party was not anything I'd come to expect.

Read the rest on my AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43867305

#chris evans x reader #Chris Evans #x reader #personal assistant to chris evans #bearded chris evans #hannibal for ts #inspired #later on it has #mentions of sex #mentions of abuse #depictions of murder #is this a warning?#blood play #should i be warning people about that?

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oatmealcrisp-freak · 1 year

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I might change a few things in here too, like adding more Kumi scenes, but here's what we got so far <3

Shun was trying his best not to quail at the number of things in the shopping cart. In addition to their Halloween supplies, Saiki had loaded him up to. He had a new wardrobe of basics that actually fit him now, including a winter coat and boots that didn’t have holes in them. His own soaps. A new toothbrush and tooth paste. Saiki had needed to get a new toothbrush holder that had room for more than one.

Shun had needed to excuse himself to the bathroom for a few minutes to have a good cry at that last one. If Saiki noticed his red eyes and blotchy face, which he surely had, he didn’t say anything.

Shun really appreciated that.

He thought he was doing a good job holding up, considering, even though he was getting a bit dizzy from all this walking. But they were almost done.

There was just one more thing left.

“So I know that it’s probably only gonna be the two of us,” Shun looked at Saiki to confirm.

He did with a nod.

Yeah, his aloof and hard to befriend highschool friend was still that, wasn’t he? Heh. Figured.

“But do you, like.” He shifted nervously from foot to foot. “Wanna do costumes too?”

It was making him remember the better days, where he’d been a bit better. A better big brother, a better first son. He’d thrown a Halloween party and nobody had come in a costume. Or Hairo and Aren had tried.

He’d been a mess even then. He’d cried and sulked in his coffin rental. But he’d gotten over himself after hallucinating a monster, and they’d all had a good laugh, and gave out candy and watched movies and had just hung out.

Really, it was a miracle Shun even had friends to begin with.

But somehow, he did.

He still did.

Saiki had made no costume attempts in highschool. He’d always just been there for the candy. But.

Shun smiled a little. “I can paint your face again.”

Saiki snorted at that, and finally the edges of his mouth upticked into a little smile.

“Sure,” He said, and together they turned into the costume section.

☆ヾ(*´・∀・)ﾉヾ(・∀・`*)ﾉ☆

The weather had taken a turn for the cold and his previously overgrown garden had seemed to give up the guff of growing at all.

Kusuo sighed out a breath and rubbed at his forehead as he surveyed the pile of tomato plants he’d just gotten done pulling out. He still had some squashes and gourds that were putting up a good fight against the cold, so those he left, but the cabbage, broccoli, tomatoes, cucumbers, radish, beets, and herbs were definitely done for the season.

It’d been a good season. His fastidious gardening had helped his grocery bill out a lot, and his friends and family’s too, even if everyone was getting kind of sick of zucchini.

‘That’s the last of it for the produce,’ He thought, lifting his hands and waving them over to his compost pile. ‘Now it’s just the fertilizer and mulch, I believe.’

It was sunny, even if it was getting a bit chilly.

If Kusuo’s company stayed for longer, he’d have to check the local bylaws on personal fires.

Shun would definitely appreciate smores.

He gathered the mulch and fertilizer from his shed, stacking the four unopened bags on his shoulder. They were light, at 30KGs a piece, so it was no struggle.

‘And after that I should trim my hedges and trees,’ He thought. He’d already pulled up and put to compost his wilted flowers. ‘Rake after that, of course.’

Kusuo could get this all done in about two minutes if he chose to, probably sooner if he rushed it. His entire yard, front and back, wouldn’t require him to lift a finger.

If Shun hadn’t been here, he’d surely have to.

But truthfully, Kusuo preferred tending to his home with his hands. The work felt good. Pulling the plants with his fingers and his spade, turning the soil to spread the nutrients, spreading the fertilizer then the woodchips over the most delicate of the lot. His roses, for example, would certainly need the insulation.

It helped him feel normal. And at peace, somehow. One. Connected. Underneath the vibrant expanse of blue sky with his fingers in the soil was one of the rare times he got to feeling halfway spiritual.

He set the bags down on the grass and turned around. His front yard was much smaller than the back, with a hedge of pine blocking it off from the driveway and roses along the front retaining wall, and was where he had the bulk of his personal seating area. The back yard and deck were for work. That’s where he hung his laundry and tended to his food.

His front yard was for relaxing.

Hence, the outrageous number of flowers. Kusuo didn’t consider himself a frilly sort of person, but he wasn’t above being swayed by things that smelled sweet.

Not to mention, they attracted pollinators, which his food required. Bwahaha. It was the perfect trap.

‘The grass is getting long,’ He thought, kicking at the ground. ‘I’ll do that after I rake, then.’

If he was smiling, well, it was his yard. He was allowed to. Because Kusuo wouldn’t lie.

He was proud of his home.

He turned to his hanging baskets, floating up to retrieve them. They were dried and brown, but some few determined blooms remained. As he usually did this time of year, he twiddled one, and debated whether or not he should do anything with them.

“Hey Kusuo! Look!”

Kusuo turned around to find Shun grinning up at him. Kumi was slung to his front, and he thrust forward his hand to show Kusuo his prize.

“Isn’t it pretty?”

‘It’ was a leaf. Kusuo looked at it for a moment.

He didn’t usually pay attention to leaves.

Kusuo decided it was.

He smiled, and nodded.

“It is.”

“We should keep it,” Shun said.

Kusuo blinked. Keep it? No, it’d only dry and crumble and attract spiders, but-

“You could press it,” Shun hung it in the front of the wrap and smiled at Kumi. “And add it to Kumi’s baby book”

Kusuo blinked once, twice, then a third time and looked at the basket he was holding.

Yes.

Pressing plant matter for decoration and keepsakes, that was something people did, wasn’t it?

That was perfect.

It was Kumi’s first year. She’d like them when she got older, probably.

“Good idea, Shun.” He looked back at the man on the ground. “Thank you.”

“So when’s Akechi getting here?”

Kusuo let the basket drift down to the table, already moving to the next. “Couple days. He just needs to wrap up a story he’s working on in Hokkaido.”

“Is he still, uh.” Shun faltered.

“Yes.”

Shun laughed a bit. “I wonder how Kumi’ll adjust, you’re a bit quiet!”

“It’ll be good for her.” Kusuo paused and eyed his pansies. “I hope.”

Then he looked at the other man and arched a brow. “But he’s not staying here, he’ll be in town. At least there’s that.”

“From what I remember,” Shun hummed. “He’s a guy that’s, uh. Good in small doses.”

“Only when he’s trying to intimidate you. It’ll be okay. He is considerate.”

“...Right. Right, yeah, no, that makes sense. I don’t think you’d befriend anyone who wasn’t a good person.”

Kusuo shrugged. He could try.

“What about Aiura?”

“She said she’d work it out with her manager and get back to me.” Kusuo snorted. “So I’ll give it five days then unblock her.”

“Blew up your phone, eh?”

Mikoto was the type of person who texted via a stream of consciousness, which was to say, the moment she’d been reminded of his existence he’d gotten treated to a tangent of notifications.

Kusuo wouldn’t exactly call that being blown up but, “Yes.”

Only because ‘being blown up’ didn’t cover the scope.

He wouldn’t say that out loud though. Mikoto was good people.

“What about Toritsuk-”

“No.”

Kusuo cleared his throat a little. “ I mean. He’s busy.”

“Ah. Yes. Alright.”

“Yeah.”

He worked in silence for a moment before Shun’s brain lit up in an idea.

“Oh! I know!”

Shun’s jubilance made him look at the man automatically, and found him bouncing on his toes. Not for the first time, Kusuo remembered what Shun’s guardian spirit was, and had to hide his smirk.

Shun’s eyes glittered with excitement. “What if we throw a Halloween party! Like a reunion, and also everyone can meet Kumi that way, and, well, it’s just October first, so that’ll give us lots of time to get it arranged and stuff.”

Kusuo blinked.

Huh.

It was October, wasn’t it? With Kumi, he’d completely forgotten-

Kusuo dropped to the ground in a second and was grabbing Shun’s shoulders the next.

“Baby Halloween costumes.”

Shun gasped, his jaw dropped. A fiendish light blazed to life in his red eyes, making his friend look particularly hellish as a toothy grin took over his face.

“Baby Halloween costumes,” Shun breathed.

As one they turned and ran into the house.

(Kusuo beat Shun by an entire kilometre.)

Fertiliser and woodchips could wait.

‘Maybe I should get a car,’ Kusuo thought ten minutes later as he squinted at the bus schedule.

The next one wasn’t for another hour.

“Maybe you should get a car,” Shun sighed.

“Maybe I should,” Kusuo agreed.

After all, teleporting was off limits for babies. She’d held up fine with interdimensional transit in the womb apparently but Kusuo couldn’t help but be paranoid. No. No teleporting for Kumi until she was at minimum five years old, maybe even ten depending on her mental development. Likewise, Kumi hadn’t been exposed to his finagling in the human genome in this universe, or Kusuo was pretty sure he’d only done that in this universe, he…didn’t want to think about that. Anyways, he didn’t know if she could actually stand up to the G-Forces and the like that the humans in this universe could. He’d have to do something about that eventually, otherwise life would only be extra dangerous for her, but he wanted to follow her natural growth as closely as he could.

After all, her mother wasn’t exactly normal either, and her father. Well. Kusuo hadn’t seen him in the prayers that’d gone into the coffee jelly cup, so he couldn’t be sure. He had his suspicions but still couldn’t help the intense paranoia.

Especially after the other day.

When he saw Mikoto again, he’d just have to ask her. Even after all this time, she far outstripped him in her accuracy.

“In the meantime,” The phone came to his hand. “We’re gonna get a taxi.”

They were not waiting forty five minutes to take a long ass drive into town to play dress up with Kumi for HER FIRST HALLOWEEN. Hell no. This was right up there with his sweet tooth, Kusuo would not be abiding delay.

“Whoohoo!” Shun shouted. “Taxi!”

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So on one hand, Shun was always excited to dress up, and he was surrounded by costumes on all sides. His cosplay budget was gone, and with school being what it was he hadn’t been able to enjoy it while he’d still had it, not for a couple years anyway. School had taken up so much of his time that he’d barely been able to keep up with his friends, nevermind write or play or design or sew or fabricate armour or, well, anything.

Looking back on it, not having that outlet had probably been what’d done it, honestly. It’d been the nail in his coffin.

So to say he was vibrating in excitement for himself personally was an understatement.

However.

He’d never in his life been able to play dress up with Saiki. Painting blood on his face was the closest he’d ever gotten. This was an opportunity to be seized with both hands. He had to get it right. He had to get it perfect.

“No, not this one. No, no. No. Mmn too furry. No, your glasses. No. No. No. No!”

He had to get it right, he couldn’t let this down, he couldn’t fail, he had to-

“Hey.” Saiki was looking at a werewolf costume. “What about this one-”

Shun snatched it from his hands and told him, “No!”

And then he paused. And then he felt himself begin to shake.

He drew the bag in slowly, holding it to his chest. Inside, his heart must’ve been breaking the sound barrier it was going so fast cus that was all he could hear was it booming.

“Hey.”

Shun did his best to breathe.

A hand settled on his shoulder. Saiki ducked into his vision.

He actually looked concerned.

“Hey. Kaidou. Look at me.”

Desperate to get it right, Shun looked at him.

Saiki smiled. Or tried to. Maybe. He looked a bit too freaked out in his subtle way for it to really appreciate, though.

“This doesn’t need to be perfect.”

Shun stared. Saiki swallowed.

He said next, “But thank you for thinking of me, okay?”

That sounded like rejection.

“Did I,” Shun swallowed. “Did I get it wro-”

“No.”

Saiki shook his head. He took the werewolf costume back and hung it on the hook it’d come from.

“It’s only Halloween. There’s no failing grade.”

Saiki looked back at him. “Okay?”

There’s no failing grade.

“There’s.” Shun blinked. “No failing grade?”

Not for Halloween.

Oh.

He looked at his feet.

Of course.

His priorities. Somehow he’d gotten them all confused. Everything felt so life or death now. Shun looked back up. “I’m sorry-”

But Saiki shook his head. Then he pulled a witch costume down, looked at it, and looked at Shun and asked, “What about this one?”

Shun blinked at it. A witch? Saiki? Then he paused and considered that. Squinted.

Said, “It’s a bit,” He mimed like he was Pinnochio. “Isn’t it?”

That’d interfere with Saiki’s glasses, nevermind, uh, other connotations.

Saiki looked at it, nodded, and put it back. He grabbed an angel costume next. It was still a dress. Shun was pretty sure Saiki was deliberately trying to be goofy right now in his own off-kilter way, but honestly?

He laughed. “Now that one suits you.”

Saiki blinked, squinted at him, then squinted at the dress. He looked like he didn’t believe it. Maybe cus he was such a grump he thought it didn’t suit him, but it did.

Shun, dressed in his borrowed clothing, looking at a full cart of soon to be his belongings and things bought expressly to cheer him up where otherwise he knew Saiki wouldn’t care, knew it to be true.

Facts were facts.

Saiki shrugged and threw it into the cart anyway. “Your turn.”

Shun blinked. “Wait, you’re really gonna get it?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“Oh. Uh. Right. Hm. Oh, I could reprise dracula? Haha, or I could be a devil to suit your angel!”

The devil costumes had more range than the angel ones. There was a dress, a body suit, and a tux looking outfit with a voluptuous looking cape, and of course devil horns and a tail.

Shun did like capes.

Saiki grabbed the one with the cape and dropped it in the cart, then made to leave.

“But that’s the more-” Shun stuffed his voice back into his throat.

Saiki looked back at him, raised an eyebrow.

Shun swallowed and glanced at the price tags, remembered how many times Saiki had told him not to worry about it, and dragged in a deep breath.

“We should try them on to make sure they fit,” He said instead.

Saiki, who’d been about to turn out the exit, blinked. Said, “Ah.” And nodded.

‘Wait. Did he seriously not think about that?’ Shun looked at the costumes and rifled through until he found the small for him, then the extra large of the angel costume just in case. It was a dress after all. Saiki would probably have to size up.

Except he hadn’t even thought of it.

‘Weird.’ Saiki had said he didn’t know the first thing about Halloween. Shun just hadn’t expected that to extend to shopping for clothes, either. His friend had always seemed competent in that. But maybe Halloween was tripping him up? Well. Whatever. Shun shrugged it off.

One, wasn’t his business.

Two, that’s why he was here!

“Onwards, ho!”

“Ho,” Saiki agreed, and together they made for the changing rooms.

☆ヾ(*´・∀・)ﾉヾ(・∀・`*)ﾉ☆

“Aaahhh!” Mikoto squealed. “Oh my goodness lookitchu, oh look those cheeks, I canNOT believe you legitskies found her out in the rain.”

Then Mikoto paused, and snickered. “I’m also lovin the matching fits.”

“I’m not.” Shun huffed. “Kusuo, you’ve had that costume for years.”

Kusuo frowned. “Why is that a problem?”

With his time restore powers, this thing was practically brand new. And it hadn’t exactly been cheap, either.

Mikoto shook her head.

She was a leopard. Catsuit, coat, cat ears, a tail, makeup and thigh high boots that Kusuo was trying very hard not to freak out over because she was wearing shoes passed his entryway, inside his home, and but they were clean, she’d swapped them in from a pair of flat soled galoshes in his foyer, so it was just habit making him have an internal tizzy about it.

“Some things never change, bro. Kusuo’s always been a massive cheapskate. If he had to buy a wedding dress, he’d probably wear it every day just to get his money out of it.”

Kusuo frowned deeper. He would. He was glad that was at least twenty years off for Kumi, hopefully more, because he would.

Shun snorted, and the action made the visor on his helmet fall down on his finger, making him squawk. On account of he was a knight. In armour he’d made himself. Which was precisely why Kusuo had recommended him to Good Smile. His cosplay had suited him uniquely to crafting objects in 3D, even if neither Shun nor his mom had ever considered it a viable skill before.

Made Kusuo want to shake his head. He hoped he’d be better for Kumi. But he couldn’t imagine a thing she’d do that’d make him throw her out in the cold, even after she grew up and stopped being a carryable and adorable baby. Granted, for months he’d been worrying over giving her to a family better suited to her, but that’d hardly make her homeless. The threat of her eventual potential homelessness was what’d forced his hand!

What Mrs. Kaidou had been thinking, Kusuo genuinely couldn’t parse.

But he’d said his piece.

Vociferously.

It made him want to smile, remembering it, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to scare anyone. Yet.

“Anyways, thank you.” Kusuo looked down at her and smiled. She was gaping at Mikoto’s face.

Mikoto saw and instantly started playing peek-a-boo. The expression Kumi always made when peek-a-boo happened was a killer, he was glad Mikoto got to enjoy it. Especially with her dressed up as a little angel.

Ironic. Her temperament wasn’t exactly angelic unless she was sleeping.

But with a bit of help, it was easier to be separated from it, and not take it so personally as an indicator of his failings as a parent that. Funny that. Kusuo hadn’t even realised he could take something personally.

He looked at the clock. “Here,” He said, and plunked Kumi into Mikoto’s arms. “Get to know her for a few minutes. I’m gonna get the pumpkins ready.”

“Oh shoot yeah, it’s about time for everyone else to start showing up, isn’t it?” Shun said, and was answered by the doorbell.

Kusuo gave Shun a frown. “You said it, you get it.”

“Hah! Yeah, yeah.”

Mikoto followed him out. “Y’know. Not to be a total bummer on you or nothing, but it’s sorta hard to believe that you did all this yourself. You’ve never been the keener type.”

“I’m a keener when it comes to being a cheapskate.”

Mikoto sent him a look. “Don’t harsh yaself either, babe. You and me both know that maintaining a garden isn’t cheap, on either the wallet or the internal resources. There’s a reason lots of people have to get their produce from the store. You’ve put a ton of work into this place, shit’s obvi AF, don’t sell yourself short.”

She had him there. Kusuo sighed, and looked down at his pumpkins.

Fortunately he had four that were grown enough for the activities.

“I moved up here for a reason. It. Gives me more resources. Honestly I’m still a cheapskate.”

He cranked a vine and it gave a green smelling snap.

“I don’t have a lot of energy, never have. But up here there’s less strain on my powers so.” He shrugged and stood with the pumpkin. “I have more.”

Mikoto breathed a gasp of understanding. “Your telepathy…”

Kusuo couldn’t help but give her a little dry smile. “And my parents.”

At that Mikoto gave a brief laugh and shook her head. Kusuo took that moment to study her. Boots aside, she wasn’t that much taller. But she did look a bit older. It was interesting to see the way that she’d matured since highschool. Of course some things never changed. Instead of sparkly stickers, she had sparkly gems, and sparkly eyeliner. She still dropped slang, but not as much of it. Her hair was even curlier, but shorter, because now she had to stuff it into helmets. She’d spray painted polka dots into it. She was a racer with an incredibly successful career. She still asked him to marry her sometimes, mostly as a joke, but with her career at the forefront for the last long while, they’d actually barely spoken.

He hated to say it, so he wouldn’t, but he’d missed her.

She looked good.

“I guess that makes sense.”

“Besides, it’s not just my grocery bills.”

Mikoto squawked as a zucchini almost beaned her in the head but she managed to catch it and blinked at it in confusion. Kusuo (who never would have allowed her to drop it anyway since she was holding Kumi) smirked.

“Take it and be grateful.”

“Hah! Okay Mr. I Help Noone But Myself.”

“I am helping myself. Groceries are expensive. This way I don’t have to listen to people whine. Plus.”

Kusuo spread his arms, his wings spreading with them, and allowed his eyes to glow as he smiled.

“Everyone is going home with a zucchini.” He chuckled a little bit. “Everyone.”

Mikoto blinked.

She looked down at the zucchini in her hand.

She looked back at him, and her jaw dropped.

“You fiend.”

“That’s right.” Kusuo swept a hand in the direction of his garden, his chuckle thrumming up from the earth itself. “This party isn’t only so people can get to know Kumi. It’s also-”

Mikoto shook her fistful of veggie at him like she was shaking her fist at God. “To load everyone down with your damn zucchini!”

Kusuo threw back his head and laughed.

And then he accidentally dropped the pumpkin on his foot because he got too distracted being evil and dramatic. “AH! Shiiiiiiooooooopumpkin.”

“I haven’t heard that expletive before. I’ll add that to my lexicon. Thanks babe.”

“I don’t wanna swear around Kumi.”

“Is the pumpkin okay?”

A sharp sigh. “No. But that’s fine.”

Kusuo waved his hand and the pumpkin restored itself, and he bent over and picked it up, then moved to snap the next one off the vine.

“How many zucchini do you want?”

“Uhm. I’ll stick with the one, thanks. I aint fallin into that trap, boo.”

“Tch. Good grief. Fine.”

#freaks fics #single dad saiki fic

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failedintsave · 2 years

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🥶 for any couple you please! I'm terrible at picking ships for other people to write, lol (Gointothevvater)

[Send me an emoji and I'll write a drabble]

Picking a ship probably took longer than writing this haha. I didn't know what canon character ship you'd prefer so I tried my hand at some Ceelie x Pickles, hope you don't mind me borrowing your OC again, I adore her!

🥶- Cold

The multicolored swirl of oil skimmed the surface of gray puddles gathered in the gutter, dirty runoff washing from London's busy roadways even as the rain finally let up. Exhaust and petrichor filled the air outside the sold-out Hammersmith Odeon, but Pickles smothered the scent of either, lighting up another in a series of cigarettes and trying not to let the weather completely ruin the brand new red boots he wore. He hopped to the side, cursing as a bus pulled away from the curb, splashing filthy water onto the sidewalk next to him.

Ahead, laughter echoed off the concrete curve of the overpass as St. Cecilia rounded a corner, the sound like silver striking crystal stemware. Readjusting the hood of his sweatshirt to shield what was left of his melting hairspray, Pickles quickened his pace to catch her. He'd grabbed the jacket off the floor thinking it was his, but the length of the sleeves and the smell of perfume as he slipped it on told him otherwise.

"Tell me again why we couldn't jest get drunk in tha'hotel room? Why're ya draggin' me out in this creap?" He groused, turning sideways to dodge a man hustling past with an umbrella.

Snakes n Barrels' first global tour had taken them to a myriad of distant locales; from Tokyo to Toronto, Auckland to Amsterdam, they'd performed in every corner of the globe and burned down the house at every stop. Once, quite literally. He wasn't sure New Orleans would be hosting them again soon, but it had been one hell of a show and an even better after party. The French Quarter had certainly seen bigger disasters.

"Because," St. Cecilia called, spinning around to walk backwards so she could catch his eye. "I want a proper pint while we're here, and so should you!"

Truth be told, she always had his eye, from the first moment he'd seen her. Her honey brown gaze sparkled with amusement under shaggy, blonde bangs made slightly frizzy by the humidity. A coquettish grin curled lips painted purple, not by the late November chill, but with her favored lipstick. Pickles could almost feel their soft press on his palm, transferring the vibrant shade to his skin for the thousandth time before curtain call. It was fast becoming one of his favorite colors, second only to the lighter version that graced Ceelie's lips after he'd kissed most of it off.

She led him a few blocks further, through lingering mist and past shop fronts just beginning to adorn their windows for the Christmas season, stopping finally at a heavy wooden door. The lower half of the building was painted cream and trimmed in a deep green, the red brick of its upper story streaked with sooty marks and capped with decorative stone balusters. Square panes of lead glass flanked the door, obscuring the interior but for a warm yellow glow within. No signage named the building a pub but there was a murmur of voices and laughter beyond the walls.

"This should do."

"Thank Christ, I'm freezin' my nuts off." Pickles tugged at the hem of his hoodie, trying to cover his partially exposed midriff. He crowded in behind her as she reached for the door handle.

Rather than open it, St. Cecilia turned and placed her back against the wood, effectively blocking the entrance and quirking one dark brow at him.

"I thought the winters were terrible cold where you're from? Shouldn't you be used to it?"

"Jest cuz it's familiar don't mean I gahtta like it." He reached past her to open the door but she caught his hand, her slim fingers remarkably warm as she held his frozen digits.

"You poor thing. Alright, a quick round, then back in time to warm up." She pressed her lips to his fingertips, a mischievous sparkle glinting in her eyes as she gave one a tiny kitten lick. "The boys should be ready for soundcheck by the time we've finished, yeah?"

Pickles grinned crookedly in return. "Oh, I dunno. Might take me a while ta' thaw out after this lil' adventure."

"Not like we haven't made them wait before." Ceelie purred, dragging him inside by the hoodie's drawstrings. Even in a blizzard, that tone would always make Pickles melt.

#pickles the drummer #st. cecilia jameson #mtl oc #metalocalypse #idk what their ship name is but i think ive seen st.pickleson used? lol #thanks! 💜

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rollibestof · 2 years

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Rotating circular bookshelf 2 ft tall

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Some pieces are upright, some are on their side and I think some are even backward! I did have to buy a couple of pieces of trim to finish at $14. and proceeded to glue them on around the bottom the top edges. Next is the fun part…I cut up leftover trim to approximately 2 inches… Then cut 3 or 4 pieces for each “layer.” I simply stacked, glued and nailed everything together starting from the bottom and worked up. I forgot to take pictures of this part, but I used the Dremel saw to cut 8-inch strips. I used two 2′ x 4′ sheets of 1/2 inch MDF for the shelf upright dividers that cost $20. The best part though….I’ve lost weight since the filming! Woot, woot! Trims

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You can see how to install a lazy susan on my installing a lazy susan video Also, when this was filmed I had another website called Homa Style. I had to buy a larger one online at woodworkers supply that’s 12 inches in diameter. Next, I cut out center squares with the Dremel Saw. The center pole was next to make which I used 1 x 4 x 6-foot pine that cost $15. I did a tutorial for women who woodwork and how to use a router. They were cut using a rough cut with a jigsaw first then a smooth cut using a flush cut router bit. The circles were drawn out using a paint stir stick with a hole in one end for a nail and a hole 12 inches out for a pencil. I made eight 24 inch circles out of a 4 x 8 sheet of 1/2 inch MDF. I wanted wider shelves to hold craft supplies and I added a “unique” molding technique. Mine is a bit different than Pottery Barn’s but it still has a similar look.

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Click here to read my full disclosure policy.Īnyhow, here’s the Pottery Barn revolving bookcase. Think of it as a friend letting you know where I found a product I use, love or want. I will make a commission for your purchase at no extra cost to you. Well, I’m no teen by any means but I love it! I thought it would make great craft room storage…so, I made one with a similar look. This one isn’t it! But the one pictured below was my inspiration to make this one. Before proceeding, finish all the plywood pieces.Did you see the revolving bookcase in Pottery Barn’s teen section? to keep them from sagging under heavy loads. The shelves should be no longer than 36 in. shorter than the distance from the top of the base to the ceiling. Crosscut the case sides to length, making them 2 in. plywood to width for the case sides and shelves using a table saw or circular saw and straightedge guide. Also drive angled screws through the inside of the base and into the floor. Set the base into position and check for level right to left and front to back. taller than the baseboard molding you plan to install to make sure the molding slips in easily. less than the depth of the bookcase itself. Start by building a base out of 1x or 2x lumber. The mahogany was $7 per board foot-and certified by the Forest Stewardship Council. The Right Wood: Birch veneer plywood is ideal for building bookcases, and it was affordable at $45 per 4 x 8-ft. But the quickest, easiest approach would be to use a pneumatic finishing nailer-then fill the nail holes with putty. I chose to attach the wooden face frames-stiles, rails, valance and aprons-to the plywood cases with a biscuit joiner so that fasteners wouldn't mar the mahogany. While books generally fit on 8- to 9-in.-deep shelves, I prefer deeper bookcases, so I ripped the plywood to a width of 11 7/8 in. As a rule, a bookcase with shelves between 7 in. So I measured my books before I decided how tall the shelves should be. Since the shelves were going to be glued and screwed into the dadoes, they couldn't be adjusted later. The shelves fit into dado joints routed into the case sides. (In contrast, the horizontal mahogany apron attached to the front of each shelf overhangs the plywood.) I separated them with 1/2-in.-thick plywood strips, so that when I attached the 2-in.-wide mahogany stiles, they'd align flush with the plywood sides. Two pieces of plywood form each side of the cases. On permanent display: mahogany, solid biscuit joints-and a whole lot of class.

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janicepalmer10 · 2 years

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mctreeleth · 4 years

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Here it is! The instructions to make a pieced and quilted plague doctor mask!

Just as a heads up, this pattern is not really recommended for beginners. There is not a whole lot of explanation of the basic techniques, and it requires a fair bit of precision, two types of fusible interfacing, and an assumption that you can keep a consistent seam allowance and do some hand sewing and know when to sew things right sides together and such.

I am not promising anything, different methods will yield different results, I have never made a pattern exactly as it was written and neither should you. If you want something the same as the next person, go to the shops.

Actually, nevermind, this is a quarantine craft, stay home.

There are two ways to do the piecing for this project. The first is a quilting technique called English Paper Piecing, there are plenty of tutorials online, but it is done by hand and I do not have the patience for it. Still, if you have the time but not the machinery, it is probably your best option for a very good finish. Cut the pattern net out of card, glue the bits onto your fabric, sew them up, pull them out and add interfacing after. I sewed three hexies together once and got bored and gave up.

The method I actually used involves my favourite cheat for sewing: you can use an inkjet printer to print on non-woven fusible interfacing! There are ridiculously overpriced pre-cut packs available, but also you can just cut up some midweight to the right size. I just have a boring old Epson printer, and I can get away with just putting some scotch tape along the edge that feeds in for a bit of stability. Alternatively, depending on the brand, you can “fuse” it onto some non-stick baking paper, cut it to size, and then peel it off without losing too much adhesive. (My pictures look a little different because my original A4 version fits on the page differently than the shared version)

Printing onto interfacing means I know my dimensions are perfect, and I have the markings on the pieces so I know what joins to what. If you only have a laser printer, or your inkjet hates you and wont let you print on interfacing, I still recommend using fusible interfacing for structure and precision piecing. You will just need to keep a lot better track of what is what, because the pieces are all slightly different and they only go together one way.

The actual “pattern” for this project is a geometric net. I highly recommend making one in paper or cardstock first, because we all have different sized heads. As with most quilting projects, it will generally get to be a little bit smaller again once it is all sewn together, so keep that in mind.

This is a link to the PDF on Google Drive. It is a 4 page document, for printing on US letter size. There is enough space around the pieces that it can also print onto A4 paper: the one inch square should measure 2.5cm. Similarly, the extra space means it can be scaled up a bit before any gets cut off, if you have a particularly large face.

(Edited to add: if you were going to make this in a single fabric rather than pieced together patchwork pieces, I have uploaded a simplified version of the pattern, which has more curved seams which are easier to match. The technique is otherwise the same, but note that these patterns do not have seam allowances - you will need to add them when you cut your fabric so that the pieces match.)

The body of the mask is made up of two mirrored (four total) pieced together bits, plus some circles to go around the lenses. There are two mirrored top pieces, and two mirrored bottom pieces. The top pieces are numbered 1-14, and are split over two pages and need to be joined together. The bottom pieces are lettered A-H. On one side of the pattern the numbers and letters are circled, so you know which side you are working on. There are also small dashes in the corners of the pieces; single dashes connect to single dashes, double dashes connect to double dashes. At the parts that become the edges of the eye holes, there are little dots at the end of the dashes.

Even if you are printing onto interfacing, you will also need to do a paper printout, as it will be used later as a pattern to cut the batting and the lining. The paper printout can also be used to work out your fabric placement, if you are going for a certain look (again, this one was printed as an all in one A4 sheet, but it works the same).

Cutting the Patchworked Outer

If you have managed to print onto fusible interfacing, all you need to do is cut the pieces. Otherwise, do what you need to trace the pieces onto interfacing, making notes of where they go and which sides align to what.

Once you have your interfacing pieces cut and organized, fuse them to your fabrics with at least enough room between and around them for seam allowances on each side.

I use a 1cm seam allowance, but feel free to use a quarter or half inch if that is what you are used to.

Trim all the pieces to have a consistent seam allowance.

Lay the trimmed pieces out on the paper printouts. This will let you know if there are any pieces missing, or any parts where fabric duplicates might share a seam.

Piecing the Patchworked Outer

First, piece together the nets of the bottom pieces. Put a straight pin straight through at the corners of the interfacings of two neighboring pieces, so they are perfectly aligned. Then angle the pin on the right hand side so it comes back up along where the seam will go, and angle the one on the left so that it is going across.

Sew along the edge of the interfacing, aiming for just alongside of it, not on it.

Finger press the seams open, then repeat until all the pieces are together.

The technique for the top pieces is the same, but at any join which ends at an eyehole (marked on the pattern with a black dot on the ends of the dash), backstitch at the end of the interfacing, so that it won’t pull apart at the edge. The seam allowance at this part will be cut off, so it needs to be secured before that point to prevent it from pulling apart.

Batting and Quilting

Properly press all the pieces, with the seams open.

Using the paper pattern, cut out two mirrored top and bottom pieces from fusible batting.

Iron these onto the inside of the pieced parts, so that their edges line up with the interfacings. In my experience, the best way to iron on fusible batting is from the right side, so I pin them in place and flip them over, iron a little bit so they barely stick, pull out the pins, and fuse properly.

Do some quilting. I just went 5mm to the side of every seam, because the next lot of seams need to be topstitched in the same way, and I like the consistency.

Assembly of the Patchworked Outer

Join together the gap in the top pieces. The batting was aligned to the interfacing, so the technique is the same.

Press the seams apart and topstitch the seams to either side.

Trim off the excess seam allowance around the eye holes to the edge of the batting and interfacing. this was why we needed to backstitch earlier.

The next step joins the top and bottom pieces together. The bottom piece attaches to the more curved edge of the top piece - that last seam that was joined after adding the batting will meet these side seams, angled towards the tip of the beak. Sewing the sides is the trickiest bit to do on the machine, so, while I would normally say basting is for cowards, if you want the points to match perfectly, this is a time when pinning will not really cut it. I just hand sew through each point where the seams join, go back through a couple of threads over, and tie it off.

Then I put pins through the longer seams.

When sewing it with the machine, try to keep the lines as straight as possible, making turns only at the seams where you put a basting stitch.

Once both sides are sewn, press the seams open and topstitch to either side.

Repeat this step for the top centre seam. You can just pin baste this one if you would rather, because the angles match, but it is literally right there in the middle where everyone can see it, so if you are not confident in matching points, baste it.

Press the seams open and topstitch.

The technique is the same for the bottom centre seam, but topstitching all the way to the tip of the beak is not possible, so you will have to do the last bit of top stitching by hand.

It doesn’t matter so much if it is a bit messy, because it is not in a place where it can really be seen, but spitting the seam will help it hold its shape more nicely.

That is the pretty outside bit done.

Making and Attaching the Lining

To make the lining, use the paper pattern to cut two mirrored pieces of the top and bottom pieces, with whatever seam allowance you prefer.

The gap on the top piece will have a maximum possible seam allowance of about a quarter inch, but this is enough for a secure internal seam. The eye holes do not need a seam allowance.

Sew together the gaps in the top pieces, then sew the top seam of the top pieces and the centre seam of the bottom pieces together.

Open up both pieces and sew the sides together. You should have a lining piece that is a floppy, boring version of the outside piece.

I have not included a step for how to make a strap, because everyone has their own preferred methods, and there are plenty of alternative options. If you don’t want to worry about making strapping you can use ribbon or elastic, or put a small loop there to thread something through afterwards. Whatever the choice, pin to the centre of the back edges of pattern pieces #10, facing towards the eye holes.

Put the lining piece, facing right side in, over the pieced outer and the strap pieces and pin around the edges, lining up the four seams of the lining with the seams on the outer.

Sew around the edge.

Turn the piece right side out through one of the lining’s eye holes. You just sort of pull the pieced outer (which is currently inside) back a bit, until the tip of the beak can come through an eye hole, and then try to pull it through as gently as possible so that the raw edge of the eye hole doesn’t get too stretched and frayed.

Then push the lining back into the pieced outer body of the mask.

Pin around the edge, so that the lining is all tucked neatly inside.

Top stitch over the edge.

Eye hole time!

Pin the outer and lining together in the eye holes, and top stitch about 4mm (1/6th of an inch) from the edges. Trim any fraying bits.

Hand stitch 1 inch wide bias binding to the inner edge of the eye hole, just over the top stitch.

Flip the bias binding through the eye hole to the outer, fold the raw edge of the bias binding under itself, and hand stitch it down to the outside. Repeat for the other eye.

This next step is the worst bit, and if you have another method, go for it. Theoretically you could use something thicker that wouldn’t fray, like a felt or leather, so that you didn’t have to worry about lining the eye holes, but it depends on the look you are going for.

Cut out four circles from fabric, two of the biggest size, two of the medium size. Draw the smallest size circle in the middle of the back of the medium sized circle, and stack it on top of the centre of the big one, right sides together. From the fusible batting, cut two donut shapes of the medium size with the smallest circle cut out of the centre.

Using very small stitches, sew around the small circle drawn on the medium sized circles. Fuse the donut of batting to the back of the large circle, with the inside of the donut matching the sewn line. Cut an even smaller hole out of the middle, so that the seam allowance that remains is a slightly smaller width than the batting. Clip this into at least 12 pieces.

Press the smaller circle towards the centre, so that it can be turned in though the hole.

This will take a lot of careful ironing and pinning. Let it sit for a bit, so that it learns to be there.

Then unpin it, but hopefully the little clipped bits will stay there. Fold the bigger circle down over them – you will need a lot of little tiny pleats – making the outer edge as round as possible.

Then press that smaller circle back down over the pleats, so that it is level with the folded outer edge. If it sticks over in any places, trim it back, but only just.

Pin this donut shape over the eye piece. The inside edge of the donut should be level with the inside of the bias binding, the raw edge up against the outer fabric.

Hand sew around the outer edge of the donut to the pieced fabric. Make sure that the raw edge from the smaller circle is under the donut, but do not let it flip out through the middle. On the machine, top stitch about a quarter inch from the outer edge.

This should catch the raw edge inside, and leave a ridge between the outer eye donut and the bias bound eye hole. From the inside, it should be possible to pop in a round lens from a pair of sunglasses, or an improvised lens such as a circle of clear plastic cut from the lid of an old takeaway container, or some transparent holographic vinyl, such as this stuff on amazon. Repeat for the other eye hole.

Hooray! You are all done!

I am really not sure on the efficacy of this as an actual viable mask. On the one hand, there are a lot of seams through which germs could pass, but on the other hand, the fact that the lining is a bit loose and baggy inside the beak might cancel that out.

Depending on your materials, it should be machine washable, although it will almost certainly look a lot less crisp.

I had a lot of issues with my lenses fogging up after a couple of minutes of me wearing it, but who knows, maybe I am just a very wet breather.

I am not going to charge anything for this pattern, nor am I going to place restrictions on what you do with the items you make. I do not control your right to profit from your work. All art is derivative, and you making your own version transforms this pattern. Don’t let assertions of intellectual property rights be another way you are alienated from your labour. If you decide to sell your work, demand fair remuneration for your time and skills. Someone offering to pay for the materials is not enough. If you have decided to take an activity you love and turn it into work, make it worthwhile.

On the flip side, please don’t try to sell this bit of writing or the PDF of the pattern net or these photographs. They are free for you and for everyone else. Resist society’s message that you should try to profit from your every action, and especially resist the notion that true success is achieved by profiting from anyone else’s labour.

If you want to discuss this stuff further, I would love that! I am researching the commodification of creative knowledge for my PhD, focusing on quilt patterns and designs. Message me @mctreeleth on tumblr and instagram or @sarasewsstuff on twitter for my uni email.

Edit: I have added in a link to a simplified version if you are going to make this with a single fabric rather than patchwork piecing.

#plague doctor mask #quilting #sewing #quarantine craft #sewing pattern #craft pattern #long post under the cut #with so so many pictures #it has been a wild five days #I haven't slept in about 37 hours #I have three of these but only one set of lenses #that just fog up instantly

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shiftylookingcrow · 3 years

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A (not comprehensive) List of Little Self Care Things I Do When Everything Feels Like Too Much:

Bathing

Wash just your body, or just your hair. You may not be completely clean, but you ARE cleaner

Still feels like too much? No problem!

Take off any jewelry from your hands/wrists and wash your hands up to your elbows, just taking your time

Then wash your arm pits and groin, those are the stinkiest parts of the body

If you're feeling up to it, wash your face too

Once you're done washing, take your favorite body lotion and massage it in anywhere you washed

Shaving

Shaving takes time and patience (especially if you prefer to be mostly hairless), but you don't have to go through the whole process every time

Wanna wear that cute tank top/crop top but don't feel comfortable with how hairy your pits are today?

JUST shave your arm pits then

Wanna wear shorts/capries/a skirt, but feel your legs are too fuzzy?

Where on your legs do the cuffs/hem sit? JUST shave from there down

Facial hair looking kinda scruffy? Got an electric shaver? It won't give you as close a shave as a razor, but it'll help neaten you up a bit

After any shaving, get back in there with your lotion and work it in well

Laundry

Don't have the energy to drag that big basket you've been avoiding down to the washing machine? Out of clothes but need something to wear tomorrow?

Wash ONLY what you'll need for the next 1 or 2 days. A smaller load means less to put away after

Need a bra/binder/mask/etc for tomorrow? Wash ONE, then hang it to dry with a fan blowing on it.

The air movement will help it dry faster, and while it may not be 100% dry by morning, it should be dry enough to wear comfortably

This can be done for underwear and socks as well

Dental

Mouth feeling like sandpaper, but you still can't find it in you to go through the whole tooth care routine?

JUST brush your teeth before bed. You can floss in the morning

No energy to get in there and really scrub like your dentist told you to? Even just a quick scrub is better than nothing

You know those little Gum brand toothpick things? With runber bristles on them? They can't replace proper flossing, but the CAN at least get the worst of the gunk from between your teeth

Food

Hungry but can't bring yourself to put together a whole meal? That's okay!

Get all the fixings for a sandwich (bread, spreads, cheese, meat, etc), put them on a plate and eat that. You're still eating a sandwich, it's just not an assembled sandwich

Want a smoothy, but don't want to fuss with the blender? Put it all together as a yogurt bowl instead

Want a salad? Grab a couple lettuce leaves, a stick of celery, half a tomato, or whatever else you'd have in there, and toss it on a plate. Grab some dressing (or not) and you've got a personal size veggie platter

Cut an orange in half and eat the pulp out with a spoon

Cut an apple in half, and eat JUST one half. You can save the other half for later, or eat it right after the first if you feel up to it

Cutting a banana in half and squeezing out the fruit means you don't have to worry about those gross stringy bits

Simple Smoothie Recipe:

1 banana

1 egg

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 tsp honey/sugar

Milk (dairy, soy, almond, whichever)

Berries, yogurt, chocolate chips, jam (optional)

Directions

Put all ingredients except milk in a blender (or 4 cup measure if using a hand mixer)

Pour in milk until ingredients are ALMOST covered. There should be about 1 inch/2.5 cm of solid ingredients visible

Blender/mix for 30-60 seconds, or until desired consistency. Pour into your favorite glass, or drink straight from the container

Simple baked potato:

Clean a medium to large potato and use a fork to stab holes down the sides and at each end. Depending on the size, you should have stab your potato somewhere around 9-12 times.

Place the potato in the microwave just off of center, one end facing the center of the spinning plate

Microwave for 15 minutes, flipping the potato end for end after every 5 minutes

Put the potato on a plate with some sour cream or ranch dressing, and dip it like a big ol' french fry

House Cleaning

Feel like there's too many dishes? Pick ONE place setting (bowl, plate, knife, fork, spoon, cup), and ONE pot/pan, and clean those. Do the same at the end of each meal, and while it might take a while, you'll eventually get things down to a manageable level

Dust bunnies breeding in the corners? Pick ONE room or hallway every couple days and just clean there. ONE clean room is better than NO clean rooms

Your room is so messy you don't know where to start? Every time you enter your room, put ONE thing back where it belongs. Every time you leave your room, take one thing that doesn't belong out with you and put it where it belongs.

Sink looking kind of gross? Give it a quick wipe down the next time you wash your hands

Toilet needs a clean? Pick a part (lid, seat, back or bowl) and just clean that bit. Even if you're just wiping some of the dust off the back.

Scum ring building up in the shower/bathtub? Give it a quick scrub next time you bathe. Maybe you don't get the whole thing, but you DID make a start.

Fitness

No energy for a full walk? If you can, walk around your house/apartment building. You might not have gone far, but you were UP and you were OUTSIDE.

Can't get out for whatever reason? Are there stairs in your house? In your apartment building? If you can, walk up and down those a few times.

Not really able to do stairs? Do some simple stretches instead.

Reach down and try to touch your toes, holding for 20 seconds. Reach up over your head as high as you can, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Sitting in a chair, reach your right hand across your body and over your left shoulder and try to grab the back of the chair without lifting your butt. Hold for 20 seconds. Do the same with your left arm, holding for 20 seconds. Repeat 5 times

Standing, or sitting on a chair, gently pull your head towards your shoulder (right hand, right shoulder; left hand, left shoulder), reaching the other hand down towards the ground. Hold for 20 seconds, then gently push your head upright again (lifting your head with just your neck muscles can cause them to seize after a stretch). Repeat 5 times

Miscellaneous

Need to trim your nails, but don't feel like sitting through both hands? Pick one finger on each hand, and just trim that nail. Do another nail on each hand tomorrow, and another the day after that. You don't have to do them all at once

Having trouble remembering to drink enough water? Find a water bottle/mug/glass that you like and try to keep it near you as much as possible. I find actually having a bottle with me helps me remember to keep sipping.

Still having trouble with your water intake? Fruit and veggies (specifically like apples, oranges, tomatoes, bell peppers and avocados to name a few) have high water content and can help keep you hydrated

Even if you can't get to sleep, lieing in bed with your eyes closed is more restful than trying to wear yourself out by reading or something

Alternatively, doing some mild stretches, or a few sit ups/push ups/jumping jacks can help wear you out without engaging your brain too much

You are aloud to say "no". You don't even need to give a reason. If everything feels like too much, taking on more responsibility will only make it worse, which will only make your output poorer as a result.

A reminder that this is by no means a complete list, just some things I've found helpful in my journey through adhd, depression, and anxiety. Not all tasks need to be done all at once. Maybe you can't do much, but that doesn't invalidate the some you did. Just because you take longer to do a task doesn't mean your bad at it, or that it isn't worth doing. You'll get there when you get there.

Please feel free to add to this post, I'd love to see what self care tricks other people are using!

#long post #mental health #self care tips #depression help #adhd help #anxiety help #autism help #there's probably others i can't think of right now #also i can't for the life of me figure out how to do a 'read more' on mobile #so i'm really sorry for this

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs are welcome. This blog and this story is 18+. Do not read, follow or interact if you are not 18+.

Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.

Word count - 2.5k

A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. He’ll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he can’t imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadn’t told anyone else.

His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when you’re somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.

You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldn’t help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)

Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s a flat ass or a thick one he’ll love it the same because it’s a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.

His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because it’s almost like he branded you as his own.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

It’s always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.

Which he doesn’t mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your face🥺

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. It’s become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, you’ll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or he’ll worship you and eat you out till you literally can’t even walk straight.

It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didn’t know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the men’s room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

VERY. He’s extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if you’re more on the inexperienced side but don’t ne afraid. He’ll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.

F= Favorite Position

His favorite position would be doggy style. Where he’s doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when he’s doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if you’re okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.

He’s also a huge fan of missionary. Because he can’t see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.

But most of the times, he’s in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldn’t question who’s really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he let’s you do that he couldn’t keep a straight face while punishing you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.

Does anyone remember that term ‘manscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesn’t need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Doesn’t matter if you’re making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.

If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. He’d get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. He’d feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.

If you’re feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. He’ll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.

Even while he’s got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, he’d say while stroking your head, “It’s okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.”

Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didn’t want him wasting his cummies.

Which might’ve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, he’d just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, “See this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.” He’d come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesn’t just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.

He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.

He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Yeah you’ve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog won’t walk in on you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you simply say, “Screw me.” That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.

But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If you’re a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.

N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that he’s pretty open to most things.

He also wouldn’t like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.

Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how you’re both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while he’s on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.

But he wouldn’t prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

He’s game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if he’s skeptical about something he’d keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He’s a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. It’s more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.

If it was a long day on set, and if he’s a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldn’t do it with your mouth full.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you can’t take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt that’s a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you can’t help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.

His touches a bit too light, he’d bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it won’t last long because usually he’s the one who ends up getting riled up.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud alright. And he isn’t ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.

X = X-Ray (Let s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasn’t hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasn’t that much bigger than anyone else you’d had sex with right?

Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.

He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. He’d respect you if you say no and back off immediately but he’s up for it whenever you want.

ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then he’d be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans alphabet #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #steve rogers x reader #chris evans headcanons

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feiwelinchen · 3 years

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How Tsukishima would react when you bring home a kitten

Tsukishima Kei x reader (I’m not sure I’m using pronouns, but I wrote it for a f!reader)

Warnings: angst, Tsuki is an idiot; this is my first post, so I don’t know what else I should warn you about; English is not my first language; copy pasted it from Word, sorry if the layout or such is messed up.

Word Count: 2k

I upload it on ao3 as well. Please don’t repost. Reblogs and comments appreciated

I don’t own Haikyuu or the characters

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You heard the click of the lock just before the front door opened and closed. Then the rattle of keys hitting the glass of the bowl by the door.

"I'm home." Tsukishima's voice rang through the apartment. He furrowed his brow when there was no answer. Your shoes were in the small genkan; you should be home. "I said I'm home!" He repeated himself; it wasn't like you not to answer. Tsukishima entered the light living room.

And there you were, sitting on the couch, hunched over and looking absolutely guilt-ridden.

"What did you do?", Tsukishima's annoyance was clear as day. He knew that look on your face. It was the exact look you had that day you broke his favourite dinosaur cup. The same look, when you ate all the strawberry chocolate while on your period, the particular look you wore the day you confessed to him.

You were still in high school back then, but you had known Tsukishima Kei for a few years already since you have been seated next to him on your first day in middle school. He became your friend first, but after a year of friendship, he became your first love. Your only love, for that matter. You kept it quiet, though. You knew how he could be and how this revelation might alter your dynamic. So you kept your mouth shut as long as you could. But at the end of your second year at Karasuno, you couldn't keep it in any longer. You met him on the rooftop, and he stopped the moment he saw you. Your face was tilted to the left, your lower lip between your left canines. Your brows were ever so slightly furrowed, with your tear trimmed eyes looking upwards directly into his soul.

"Even though this might destroy our friendship", you started, "even though you might never talk to me again after that."

"I-", Tsukishima starts but was immediately interrupted.

"Please." You stammered. "Let me finish before I lose my courage and become the coward I am again."

"You're not a coward.", his voice was stern.

"Tsuki. Please." And to your surprise, he kept his mouth shut. "Even… even though you will probably laugh at me or make fun of me or whatever… I have to tell you because I can't anymore." You took a deep breath. "Tsukishima Kei." He straightened at his full name. "I'm in love with you. And I have been for four years already. And I know you don't like me like that, and that's fine. I don't expect anything, and I really want to stay friends. But if you can't, I understand. I just… needed you to know. I needed you to know how I feel." Your facial expression hadn't changed throughout all of this. "You can say something now, Tsuki." Your mumble barely reached him. "Please say something.", you pleaded after a few more moments of deafening silence.

"I knew you were dense, but wow," Tsukishima smirked. "And a good actress, I might add. Four years. Really? That's an awfully long time for a teen crush. And I would know. So how about we go to your place and talk about how utterly simple-minded you must be not to pick up any signal I send you over the last five years, huh?" At that, you perked up. "I was watching you closely, but you never gave anything away. Not once did you give me any indication you might like me more than just a friend. I'm honestly a bit impressed by all of that. Why the heck did you wait so long?"

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship", you mumbled.

"Yeah, well. Congrats. You will get upgraded to girlfriend anyway. Now come. If we hurry, we can get some strawberry shortcake from the bakery on our way." He turned around and left, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart and force the blush on his cheeks to vanish with sheer willpower.

He would never admit it out loud, but this look of yours, this very facial expression: Head tilted to the left, bottom lip between your left canines and eyebrows slightly furrowed, this was his favourite demeanour of yours, for it brought him back to the day on the rooftop. When his heart had been beating faster and louder than anything. When you confessed and put an end to his silent misery. When you became his, and he became yours.

So when you were sitting there, all guilt-ridden and lovely, he had to fight down his smile and the blush creeping its way onto his cheeks – just like all those years ago. Just like always when you looked like that. He knew he wouldn't like what was to come, but still, he knew this wouldn't be too bad – nothing could.

"What did you do?" He repeated with an annoyance laced voice. "Just get it over with."

You didn't answer but slowly lifted your hands and a tiny fluffy looking kitten with them. A high pitch mewl escaped the small pink mouth of the little black furball.

"Did you… did you buy a cat?" Tsukishima asked, utterly perplexed. He had some ideas about what you could have done. Getting a cat without even asking was not one of them.

"He is so cute. I was at Yachi's –"

"Was it her idea?" He butted in, in a frighteningly calm voice.

"We were just looking at the shelter's website, and then I saw him, and I immediately fell in love with him and I… I just got him." You cradled the kitten in your arm, and he nuzzled your hand.

"And you didn't think of asking first?" Tsukishima's voice cracked a bit. His temper was coming out.

"You would have said no."

"Of course, I would have said no!" His speech got louder. "We can't have a cat. We're living in an apartment!"

"I talked to the landlord. Cats are ok!" You stated quickly. Hoping to bring some peace to his mind. Unfortunately, quite the opposite was the case.

"So you called the landlord, but not your boyfriend, who will have to live with your decision and should get a say in what kind of animal he is sharing his home with?"

The sound of his voice scared the black cat. He jumped out of your arms, looking for protection under the TV cabinet.

"Kei! You're scaring him!" You fell to your knees, trying to coax the small feline out of his hiding spot. But nothing worked, and the little one stayed put in his place.

"Get dressed and pack him up; we are bringing him back." That was all he said before vanishing in the bathroom.

It took nearly half an hour for the little furball to come out from under the TV. The whole time you pleaded with your boyfriend to just let you keep him, but Tsukishima didn't budge.

"If I wanted a cat, I would have brought it up with you, and we would have talked about it and made a decision together. You know we are supposed to make these kinds of decisions as a couple and not solo, right?" He snarled while fastening his seatbelt. "And stop heaving like a brat. What did you think would happen?" He asked. "That I would come home finding a cat in my living room and instantly fall in love with it?"

"Kind of… yeah." You mumbled, stroking the soft fur between the ears of the kitten in your lap. He purred heavily, not knowing what was happening around him.

"Do you even know me? When did I ever fall instantly in love with anything?"

"You instantly fell in love with me!" You retorted.

"I should never have told you that."

The car ride was silent, apart from your sniffles and the mewls of the cat that desperately tried to cheer you up by licking your nimble fingers and purring his heart out.

Tsukishima, at one point, tried to take one of your hands – to hold it like he always did while driving – but you slapped him away.

"Did you name him already?" He asked after a few more minutes with both hands on the steering wheel.

You shook your head.

"Good. That will make it easier."

He pulled the car into the parking lot of the shelter. It was just before closing. Tsukishima was lucky – you were not.

He looked at the animal shelter and then back at you. You stared at him.

"Kei… please…"

Tsukishima swiped away a stray tear with his thumb and held your face. "Come on. They are closing soon."

He got out of the car, walked around it and opened your door – something he usually wouldn't do, but Tsukishima knew what had to be done to get you out of the car. You left with the kitten pressed to your chest.

You were waiting in the entrance room of the animal shelter. An employee said she would be with you shortly and scurried away. Tsukishima looked around and read a few posters and flyers while he waited. His glance drifted to you every once in a while, observing your interactions with the cat in your arms. He watched how you kissed the little furry head and scratched the tiny chin, and he saw the pink tongue licking your fingers. He pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up while doing so, before shifting his focus back to his flyer.

"Sorry for the wait.", the blonde employee was back. "How can I help you with?"

Tsukishima was at the counter in no time. "My girlfriend adopted this kitten today." He motioned in your direction and waved you over. "And…" He watched you walking towards him and spotted new tears in your eyes. He took a deep breath.

"Oh no. Is your partner allergic?" The employee immediately inquired.

"No… That's not it." Tsukishima said. "I… We…" He looked at you again, then at the kitten in your arms. His eyes fell down to the flyer still in his hands. "Well… this flyer says house cats should better not be raised alone. So we are here to get another cat. Preferably one he gets along with." He pointed at the cat.

It took Tsukishima less than 2 minutes to decide on a red male kitten from the same litter, who climbed up his leg the very moment Tsukishima set foot into the enclosure.

You were sitting in the car while your wonderful, lovely, and absolutely adorable boyfriend was driving. Two little cats cuddled into each other and sleeping on your lap. You grinned at him.

"Be glad I love you so much, dumbass." He said drily.

"I am, Kei. I love you." You answered and took his hand.

"You're an idiot."

"But I am your idiot." You planted a kiss on the back of his hand, which made him smile.

"We still need names.", he said after a while.

"Ok… How about Hinata for the red one and Kageyama for the black one?"

"We are not naming our cats after my former teammates, especially not after that hyperactive moron Hinata Shoyo, nor his Highness King Kageyama Tobio!" Tsukishima warned you.

"What?" Your eyes were blown wide. "But I thought you chose him because he looked so much like Chibi-chan."

"Absolutely not! And he does not look like that Ginger."

"… well… he does, though."

"He does not, or I turn around, and we return both!" He threatened.

A week later, you came back from the grocery store when you found your boyfriend on the couch with two sleeping kittens on his chest. You quickly snapped a couple of photos.

"If anyone ever sees these, I'm renaming them to Ankylosaurus and Iguanodon! Are we clear?" He warned you with a dangerous sparkle in his eyes – one that promised much more later on.

"Crystal clear, Tsukki-poo."

He growled at the nickname. But everything was forgiven and forgotten when he saw the strawberries you bought to bake him some shortcake the next day.

#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #light angst #fluff?

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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years

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an artist’s eye // Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: Benedict Bridgerton was an artist, even if his inspiration had no idea of what he feels.

A/N: I promise to slow down with the fics! I go back to work in a couple of days anyway so I’ll definitely slow down. I hope you all like! It’s shorter than my last few fics so I’m sorry for that!! My taglist is open so if you’d like to be on it, let me know and I am considering opening my requests for Bridgerton fics... considering.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink, pining, mutual pining, sketching, art, drawing (I am not an artist, I cannot draw a stick man so I apologise in advance), kissing.

Word count: 1.8k

The graphite point sits heavy in his hand as Benedict struggles to remember the lines he needs. With only his memory to aid him, Benedict struggled more with the portraits he preferred to draw than the landscapes that were growing increasingly popular among the highest of London society.

Sighing, Benedict presses his fingers to his eyes as if it will help jumpstart his memory to bring forward the correct image he needs. He regrets the action as quick as he had done it when he thinks of the mixture of graphite and charcoal coating his fingers.

Rubbing his face with the sleeve of his shirt, he feels a moment of pity for the servants who would no doubt grumble and complain at the state of it. However, as he glances down at the sketch – the arch of his subject’s smile, the depths of their eyes – he cannot bring himself to care too much.

It wouldn’t see the light of day. Once complete, the sketchbook would be tucked away in the drawer in his desk. If it was to fall into the wrong hands, then as much as he is confident of his artistic talent, he would not recover from the fallout. Benedict worries for the day that the look in your eyes changes; once you realise the extent of his feelings for you.

He hadn’t meant to fall in love with you, but he had. There were a lot of things in Benedict’s life that he hadn’t meant to do and has regretted completing such an action once done. However, he cannot find it in himself to feel bad about falling in love with you even when he had not meant to.

As much as he puts on airs and graces, he would not approach you with his feelings. He wasn’t ready though you made his heart sing like no other.

One day, he tells himself as he finally remembers the swoop of your neckline. One day he will tell you as he picks up his graphite point and charcoal once more.

Not yet, however.

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The drawing room remains quiet as Benedict silently adds to his sketch collection. His mother sits across the room, content with a stitching pattern for the arrival of Daphne’s new baby. Eloise lounges on the couch, a book in her hand and a box of chocolates on her stomach, eyes pouring over the pages hungrily.

The only sound in the room is the roughness of his pencil on the paper. It didn’t matter what angle he approached this drawing at, he could not get it to look right. It was going to vex him until he had bested it.

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has arrived,” The Butler announces to which Benedict suddenly sits up straighter, closing his sketchbook, leaving it on the table.

“Wonderful,” Violet Bridgerton smiles, “Show them up, please.”

“I didn’t know (Y/N) was calling today,” Benedict comments lightly as the Butler disappears from the room, trying to sound as if his heart isn’t currently pounding in his chest.

“(Y/N) always calls on a Thursday,” Eloise states, voice puzzled. She shares a look of confusion with her mother when Benedict suddenly stands, announcing to them both, “I shall clean myself up a bit, make myself look presentable for our guest.”

The look of confusion soon turns into one of understanding as both women watch their son and brother dash from the room. As if at the same time, a smile crosses both their faces when they realise that their beloved son and brother has fallen in love and with a dear friend of the family too.

They do not get to discuss the topic, however, for you are shown to the drawing room, greeting both women with a large smile and buoyant conversation.

“Help yourself to tea and biscuits, dear,” Violet invites, gesturing to the tea service now being laid on the table. Your stomach rumbles at the sight of the biscuits, unable to turn down the buttery goodness.

“Thank you,” You reply, taking a seat at the table, reaching for a biscuit and the teapot.

It’s then that you see it. A leatherbound book left on the other side of the table, barely hidden by the cake stand of treats.

Curiosity being your besetting sin, you reach for the leatherbound book on the table and begin to flick through the pages. A sketch of a pair of hands at the beginning; they hold a single flower – a rose, though what colour is impossible to tell since the sketch remains firmly in shades of greys and blacks. Enraptured, you turn the page to find a detailed image of a parasol, still sketched in the same greys and blacks as the previous picture. The artist has captured the lace trimming perfectly. The longer you stare at it, you come to realise that the parasol is being held by someone, but it isn’t clear who.

It isn’t until you reach a sketch of your side portrait that you come to realise that the previous sketches – the hands, the parasol with just a hint of a shadow under it – they’re of you.

They’re all of you. Each stunning sketch is of you.

Your breath quickens in your chest when you see who the sketchbook belongs to; when you spy the initials written on the inside sleeve of the front cover. ‘B.B.’ written in his elegant script – an artist in every aspect of his life. Whilst you had observed that Benedict sometimes appeared with smudges to his fingers and paint stains on the cuffs of his tailored white shirt, you had never seen a sketch or a painting until now. He truly had a gift; a talent worthy of being displayed in Somerset House.

You hadn’t been aware of his feelings for you though, but you would not be the first to admit that you found yourself attracted to the Bridgerton. Taught at a young age, you knew it was not wise to share such feelings with others. Instead, you dampened them down, hiding them away where they grew unattended – they rooted in your heart, making it very difficult to find another love worthy.

Bringing a hand to your mouth, you hide your smile, not wanting to give too much away to ever observant Bridgerton matriarch. You turn page after page, letting yourself fall deeper into your feelings for Benedict now that you find there is hope of them being requited.

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Benedict’s breath leaves his body in one fell swoop when he returns to the drawing room and he realises exactly what you hold in your hand. He hadn’t moved it upon your announcement; he thought he had, but instead, like a fool, he left it sitting there on the table.

A fool. He was a fool. How quick, Benedict thinks to himself, how quick a life can change – mere minutes he had been gone and now he was to have his love for you outed.

You haven’t noticed his presence yet, and for that Benedict is thankful. It gives him time to come up with something �� anything – to explain the numerous sketches of you. His mind is running too fast; he cannot come up with a thought good enough to excuse the sketches in his book. His heart continues to pound in his chest; it had not slowed down since your announcement though at this point it reminds him that is, indeed, alive and not suffering from a night terror.

As if finally sensing the extra person in the room, you glance up. Your eyes meeting the deep blue of Benedict’s, and you freeze in your spot. Violet and Eloise glance between the two of you. Violet, not one to usually ignore tradition, hurries her daughter from the room – knowing the conversation that was about to take place.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper at the click of the door shutting. You close the sketchbook, placing it on the table as far away from you as possible to keep your temptation at bay.

“I think I should be the one apologising,” Benedict confesses, taking one more step into the room. He tucks his hands behind his back, ever the picture of grace and elegance as he thinks of how long he has left without before your opinion of him changes forever – artistic talent or not.

“I knew you were an artist; I had seen the smudges on your hands, but I didn’t think…”

“What?”

“I didn’t think you were drawing me.”

“Surely you know?” He asks, voice loud in the quiet room. When you remain silent, he continues, “Surely you know of my feelings for you?”

You shake your head, eyes glancing between the taller Bridgerton and the leatherbound sketchbook lying on the table. “I didn’t know,” You whisper, voice breaking as you take in the distraught look on his face.

“Well,” Benedict murmurs, clearing his throat, “You know of them now.”

“I do,” You murmur,

“I hope I haven’t offended you,” Benedict remarks, “Those sketches were not meant to be seen by anyone else.”

“Only if I haven’t offended you by looking through them.”

Benedict shakes his head, “You could never offend me.”

“Then I am not offended either. I’m quite flattered, you’re very talented.”

“Thank you,” Benedict says graciously, nodding his head slightly.

“You need to know that your feelings are returned, Benedict,” You declare suddenly and plainly, displaying your feelings for all to see.

“They are?” Benedict asks, voice awed as if he didn’t take into account this reaction.

“They are,” You state firmly, meeting his gaze proudly as if you could ever be ashamed of your feelings for the brunette.

Benedict stalks across the room; tradition and etiquette be damned as he reaches for your hand to pull you from your chair. His hands settle on your waist as you tilt your head back to look at him. A silent question reflects in his eyes to which you answer with a nod of your head.

His hands move from your waist to cradle your face as he dips down, pressing his lips to yours. It isn’t hurried; it’s perfect as Benedict takes control of the kiss, groaning softly at the feel of your mouth and your body pressed against him. You smile into the kiss as your arms wrap around Benedict’s neck, pulling him ever closer to you.

Benedict’s mouth brushes against yours as he asks, “Would you like to accompany me to Lady Danbury’s ball next week?”

“As in you would court me?”

Benedict chuckles softly, “Yes. I would like to court you, is that okay?”

“More than okay,” You smile before pressing a kiss to the corner of Benedict’s mouth and stepping away.

Turning back to the sketchbook, you open it to image that had kickstarted your heart into an irregular rhythm. Benedict stands by your side as your eyes pour over his sketch; each line and angle, each section of shading. “You truly have an artist’s eye,” You say quietly, tangling your hands together.

“Thank you,” Benedict whispers, bringing your entwined hands up to his mouth whereupon he lays a gentle kiss to the back of your gloved hand.

“Will you show me more?” You ask, turning to face the man that had turned you into a work of art.

“Darling, I’ll show you them all.”

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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Warmth - Levi Ackerman x Reader

(can we take a minute to appreciate this gif omfg he’s too pretty)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Hajime Isayama

AOT Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4K

To put it lightly, working as a scout in the winter absolutely blows. The wind would bluster relentlessly, causing chills to go down your spine, it would be snowing more often than not, and the winter uniforms that were parceled out to everyone didn’t do enough to block the cold temperatures. But, of course, since you were a captain you needed to block out all of the shivers that claimed your body, clench your teeth to stop their chattering, and stand strong in front of the cadets that were at your mercy for the day.

“Attention!” You shouted, causing all of the scouts in front of you to step into a salute, standing completely still like statues. You sigh before you start to give out instructions for their workout, which did include some heavy conditioning, but was shorter than normal. Honestly though, you would’ve preferred to be in their place. While they were going to be enduring hell for about an hour and a half, the movement from their bodies would generate heat, the thing you were currently lacking. You tried to nestle yourself further into the fur trimmed trench coat you were wearing and pulled up the burgundy scarf, grasping for any form of warmth that you could get.

“You look like an idiot.” You turned around quickly, instantly recognizing the speaker's voice, and shot him an unamused expression. Bundled up and sat atop his horse, your boyfriend, Levi, looked down at you with indifference in his eyes.

“I can accept that insult if my looking like this keeps me warm,” you huff, turning back around to look at the cadets. Some of them even began to shed their layers opting to simply wear their white button ups. You dig your mittened hands further into your coat pockets, feeling even colder just from looking at them. You hear a crunch of boots behind you, signaling that Levi hopped off his horse, and came to stand beside you.

“Shouldn’t have done that Levi, now you’re gonna have to have me help you back up.” You quip, earning a glare from the captain. He simply scoffs and elbows you, hard, in the side. “Ouch, what the hell.” you grumble.

“How much longer do you have to be out here,” he asks, his eyes on the tired cadets in front of him. You begrudgingly take out your hand to check your pocket watch, but end up reveling in the fact that they only had about ten more minutes left. You tell Levi about the time and he nods, making no effort to move.

“Are you waiting for me?” You inquire, a small smile spreading across your face. The raven-haired captain says nothing but stays put. Your smile widens into a grin and you step closer to him, your hips almost touching. “Thank you.” Levi hums in response and the two of you settle into a comfortable silence as you watch the scouts finish up. When it’s finally time, you make every cadet put their coats back on (you’d be damned if they caught a cold due to negligence) and ushered them back into the main building to grab some dinner before they could retire to the shower houses and then to their barracks. As they begin to wander off, Levi swiftly grabs onto your arm and leads you towards the captains’ quarters. “Hey I haven’t eaten yet!” You complain, tugging your body back towards the direction of the dining hall.

“I’ll get some delivered to your quarters, you need to warm yourself up.” He says, a definitive tone to his voice.

“I’m perfectly fine, it’ll only take a few minutes,” you protest, still hell-bent on getting food for yourself. You were a captain, for heaven’s sake, you were surely capable of getting food for yourself. Levi pauses to grab both of your arms, somewhat forcing you to look at him.

“You need to warm up. You get cold way too easily and then I have to hear an earful about it later. So get you and your red ass nose into your personal quarters and take a damn bath.” Levi states. You eventually give in under his ‘don’t test me’ gaze and grumble all the way back to the captains’ quarters with him by your side. The two of you part ways when you enter and you follow his directions and immediately fill up a bath with the warmest water you could get. While you hated the cold weather with a burning passion, the feeling of your shivering body being enveloped by warm bath water will never cease to be one of your favorite feelings. You close your eyes and lean back, soaking up the warmth when you hear a door open. You panic for a second and try to cover yourself with a towel in fear that a higher up, or worse, a cadet has managed to make their way into your quarters.

“I-I’m not decent! Please wait outside!” You say, sounding a little strangled, but the door opens anyways. Thankfully it reveals Levi.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” He says, closing the door with his foot. You give him a glare, but your expression instantly lightens when you see a tray of food in his hands. He takes you in and lets a small chuckle escape his mouth. “Warmer?” He asks, setting down the tray on the little side table next to you. You sit up a bit in the bath and snatch the spoon from his hands, sinking it into the soup and bringing it to your mouth. You hum at the taste - for some reason, today they had splurged on the scout regiment and supplied them with beef and barley soup instead of the usual bean soup.

“Warmer.” you confirm, digging back into the soup and dipping some of your bread into it. “Good.” Levi says, standing up to press a kiss onto your head and exiting the bathroom, giving you a bit more time to yourself. When you were done with both your dinner and your bath, you drained the tub and gingerly stepped out of it, wrapping a towel snug around your body. You step out to see Levi in your bed, donned in his sleepwear, and a book in his hands. You smile as you make your way over to the wardrobe stationed in the corner of your room and take out the warmest pair of sleepwear you could find - a wool long sleeve that you used to wear before you became a scout, and a pair of long pants that just covered your ankles. You pad your way over to your side of the bed and climb in, quickly covering yourself in the blankets. Levi spares you a glance, gives a small smile, and returns his gaze to his book; not before he lifts his arm closest to you, giving you the signal that you could come close to him. You take the opportunity immediately and glom onto his side. For some weird reason, Levi’s bodily temperature always seemed to run hot while yours was consistently colder, making him just that more wantable to you. “Y’know sometimes I think you just use me as a personal heater and nothing else.” He remarks, setting his book down on the side table and blowing out the candle next to him.

“Yeah, and what if I do.” You mumble back to him, your eyes drooping closed, exhaustion seemingly taking over your body. You feel his body shift as he slides down to rest his head on the pillow and pulls you closer to him. His chin finds purchase on top of your head, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

“Then fine.” He says, making you laugh a bit.

“You’d be fine if I was just using you for your warmth?” You quip back, snuggling your head further into the crick of his neck. He hums and rubs circles into your hip with his thumb.

“Anything to get you to stop complaining. It’s annoying when you do that.” He says, his own eyes closing now. The two of you didn’t say anything else, it wasn’t really necessary to. You understood everything Levi said and picked out its meanings through his own special language that you’d grown accustomed to throughout the years of dating him. His responses and remarks that sounded condescending in speech could easily be interpreted into a much simpler meaning. ‘I love you and I don’t want you to be cold.’

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