me: satisfied with my quick drawing before going to sleep
me again: I remember I have real artists in my mutuals and get anxious because... this is kind of ugly...
But hey the beauty of life is to try, right? You don't know me anyway and at most you can insult the drawing, not me 😃👍
(no please don't do it or be gentle)
Adding a warm filter makes it nice tho!
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I keep telling myself to post this and then forgetting, but here’s the progress on the Bakery Enemies AU dress (@buggachat’s AU).
This really has been a side project (because while I was hyperfixating on it I didn’t have access to the right equipment, and by the time I was back in a place to access my stuff I was already enmired in like five more important responsibilities and various rotating hyperfixations). But I made a previous post and I feel like I ought to round it out with some more information.
Also I absolutely adore @buggachat and her AU, and I want to celebrate the work that she’s done.
So here’s Marinette’s dream gala dress (at least, within the unfinished capacity to which I’ve progressed):
This project was meant to be a way for me to use some of my fabric scraps to drape something fun, so it took a little bit of experimentation.
I draped and patterned a few pieces and made a mock up out of muslin to make sure that the pieces shaped correctly and were the right measurements (all of which I do not show in the pictures. I just figured a little context would be helpful for anyone who’s never sewn before). Then I started my first version with an opaque layer underneath and added a sheer over layer. Unfortunately, this version was scrapped because the under layer absorbed too much light, which hindered the ability to see the spots that I added afterwards.
The first spots that I tried were cutout and stitched on (which looked super campy). So the second time around I painted them on my under layer.
Then I draped a skirt from some leftover chiffon.
(I’ve removed my sewing room from the background. It’s a mess. I don’t want you to see it. Maybe one of these days my ADHD will drive me to clean it instead of abandoning it to chaos. But that day is not today.)
Since then I’ve created a black underskirt. But then I went and mucked up the overskirt by painting it. (I know better. You’re not supposed to dye a dark color. You start with a lighter color and move to a deeper gradient. But I’m also using fabric scraps and I got lazy and I figured ‘it’ll be ok. It’s an experiment. It’s fine’ . . . It was- . . . Ok, it was kind of fine. But not stellar. And the red was never going to be light enough for me. So I’m not showing it to you. Because while it is productive for people on the internet to know that dresses take a lot of experimentation and don’t pop out of thin air, I am also embarrassed by my ridiculous choices that went against all logic. So I will tell you about them, but I will not show them to you).
I’m considering going out and genuinely crafting a decent Ombre. But it’s not going to happen right this instant. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to decide and then to actually finish the dress. But there you go! Some progress pictures, and maybe also some perspective on the process of crafting clothes. All of this took hours and days, although sporadically separated—mostly because each step requires testing to ensure that the seams and measurements work well and that the right fabric is being used, and that it’s being used properly. Definitely not on the professional level, but what I tinker with in my own sewing room tends to follow a bit more of a haphazard plan than what I would do in a shop.
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trying so hard to wrap up a starmora fic i started like 3 months ago. it has been such a huge challenge for literally no reason but i am determined to at least finish it. the process is still ass though
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❛ i’m sorry, but i’m just thinking of the right words to say. ❜ // @Kazuma but... Masked Apprentice Kazuma?? 👀👀👀👀
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The right words?
He may have laughed at the statement if he remembered how. If it weren't so cruel in its irony. For the words this man spoke didn't matter when the mere sound of his voice shook the Apprentice to his core.
Every time, without fail. After months of wandering the foggy London streets like a wraith plucked from a ghost story, the feeling of being utterly lost was never as powerful—or as weak—as in this man's presence.
He made the emptiness inside of him better, yet simultaneously worse. As the Apprentice watched him struggle to speak, he didn't recognize the churning depths of his eyes or the thoughtful crease to his brow—and that unfamiliarity ached unlike anything else. Earth-shattering, even though he couldn't understand it. Powerful enough to change everything if only he could remember.
And he wanted to, with a desperation he didn't know himself capable of feeling before their fateful meeting in the Prosecutor's Office only yesterday. But he couldn't. He'd tried. And the same thought crushed down upon his shoulders now as it did then:
What right did he have to something—to someone—he did not know?
He shouldn't be here.
He'd never intended to face him to begin with. With the halls of the Old Bailey dim and abandoned for the night, the Apprentice had been about to leave, too: prepared to spend another night searching for anything that might trigger his memories, if the other man hadn't found him first.
Wasn't this exactly what he'd wanted? No—not this. It was too much. Too painful.
The Apprentice took a step back. Then another. Each one soundless yet stilted as he battled against himself: trapped between a visceral urge to flee, to leave this man behind—and an equally powerful conviction that he couldn't. Not again.
—again?
He didn't...They didn't... Did they?
It was too much...!
In the end the Apprentice moved no further. He merely watched, dark eyes unreadable in the shadows of his mask and cloak. Silently weathering the tempest of nonsensical emotion surging through his rib cage. Waiting for something he didn't understand.
Or, perhaps, simply waiting for the right words.
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to the anon who sent the lovely ask about episode 3x12, I know it's been a minute now since you've sent that but please know that I got it and I'm working on answering ❤️
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I'm starting to really understand how much auditory issues my werewolf has after his captivity.
Anyone have good resources for hearing impairment and/or auditory processing?? My searches keep coming up with bogus tinnitus 'cures'.
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