#hot pink flower with yellow center

[project-sekai-facts]

The castle in the background of Nene's trained All of My Sadness 4* card appears to be the same one as can be seen in the bottom left corner of Emu's trained An Irreplaceable Smile 4* card.

In fact there are a few other common elements between the Fluffy ☆ Dreamland and Never Ending Showtime card sets, as well as other previous Emu cards.

Emu's trained Towards the World Filled With Smiles 4* card (above) has the rabbit and bear hot airballoons from her An Irreplaceable Smile card in the background.

The plushie she was holding in the latter card can be seen on the left of the former card, alongside the vampire bear from her trained Count Otori Has Arrived! 4* card, and the phoenix plushie from her trained Our Feelings Become One 4* card.

The panda plushie on the right of her Towards the World Filled With Smiles card is a reference to the panda ride-on from her Panda Rider untrained 3* card, and the pink bird plushie on the left is a reference to the kart she's using in Rui's untrained I'm Not Going To Lose 4* card.

Finally, the yellow bird plushies seen flying around can also be seen on various previous cards.

The plushies are all from her adventures in Phoenix Wonderland, and them saying farewell to Emu in this card is a reference to Emu saying goodbye to the park in the Our Happy Ending story, so that she can go and have new adventures and not be tied down to one place.

There are also several balloon flowers in Emu's Towards the World Filled With Smiles card, which the WxS members were all wearing in the cards from the Fluffy ☆ Dreamland set. However only Tsukasa's pink flower and Rui's white flower can actually be seen in Towards the World Filled With Smiles. There is a yellow flower like Len's or Nene's, but it has a green center instead of pink or blue.

The connections between the Fluffy ☆ Dreamland set (Smile of Dreamer) and the Never Ending Showtime set (Our Happy Ending) are likely because both events explored the connection that Emu has with the park and with her grandfather. In the former, she had to stay put and protect the park, but in the latter, she can go off to have her own adventures because she can rely on other people to protect it. Allowing herself to cry was also a plot point in both stories.

Partial submission by @glissando24-7

#project sekai #cards #our happy ending #smile of dreamer #project sekai spoilers #emu otori

[bloodcasket]

WILDFLOWER

PAIRING: Obsessive!Ellie Williams x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, sexual themes(smut-with some story teehee), depictions of obsessive behavior, etc.

WC: 4k (sorry 😭)

DESCRIPTION: After a long day of Ellie being hot on your back, you can't find it in you to sleep properly at night. Unfortunately, your quick "breath of fresh air" doesn't last, as she has you bent over the kitchen counter with salacious intention.

A/N: Thank you guys for taking the time to read my writing!!!!!! c: 🖤 Somebody had asked for more Obsessive Ellie so I figured I would try to whip something else up. I have a pet peeve for not adding any context/storyline, so it does take a little reading before anything happens. Also, I hope this smut is decent, I haven't wrote a thorough smut fic in a whileee so I hope this suffices. Anyways, much love, sorry for the long note. <3.

It had been such a beautiful day, one that was worth encapsulating. One that could be painted a million times over and over again, and its vision would never get old. The sky was a canvas right in front of you, splashed with its earthly tones of purple and pink, and its low horizon spilled right into it with orange and yellow. You had been sitting in the field of wheat as you watched it, ogling at clusters of clouds dancing in the center of the troposphere. You were sprawled out against the dampened soil, your legs and your arms tickled by the soft straws of wheat, it was nothing but perfect. Everything was perfect. You wanted to drink up every last second of it. The rich smell of the fields, the beautiful view, and the sound of serenity. All of it.

“Hey! You okay out there?”, a sudden shout is heard from your house in the distance, and you peek your head up in response. Ellie is standing on the front porch, her arms crossed and her firm stance telling you that she’s feeling impatient. You chuckle to yourself lightly at the view, your hand lurching forward to grip the handle of your flower basket. “Yeah! Just a moment, I’m heading back inside!” you yell back as you stand up from the Earth, quickly dusting the crumbs of dirt and muck off the material of your jeans. Ellie stands there silently as she observes your approaching presence, a wave of relief casting over her worried features

“Okay, well…be quick, I miss you”, she then replies, and you almost want to laugh at her last demand, watching her fade away as she disappears back in the house. ‘Miss me? All I did was walk outside for a couple of minutes’ is what you wanted to say back, a defeated smile placed on your lips. Ellie was infamous for saying that to you anyways. ‘I miss you’. A repeated phrase she took much pride in telling you. ‘I miss you. I miss you. I miss you’, ever since you had moved onto this farm with Ellie. It seemed like she became more needy for your presence, and this was the one thing that confirmed it.

You follow after your lover inside, the old wooden door squeaking on its hinges as it shuts behind your form. The record player is spinning a selected vinyl in the back faintly, and you sway in amusement as you shuffle toward the dining room table, a grin plastered on your face. “You’re playing my favorite album”, you say contently, placing your basket in the center of the table. You reach inside to bundle up a litter of brown stems, examining your collection.

Purple Lupine wildflowers. You had freshly picked them from the forest, their aroma resembling something delicate and floral, and their small petals smooth and harmless against the curve of your fingertips. You had once read somewhere that they were a symbolization of imagination, and happiness. In a way, they reminded you of Ellie. They were beautiful and full of life, and so was she.

“I know” your beloved hums in response, your peripheral catching sight of her standing in the kitchen. “What’d you get?” she asks as she watches you group together the array of purple in your gentle palms, a curious glint forming in the black of her pupils. “Lupine flowers, they reminded me of you”, you grab the empty vase that is sitting on the table and slip your wild “bouquet” into it, not noticing the smug grin that forms onto Ellies face.

“Why’s that?” another question is formulated from her lips, and you giggle to yourself, your hands cautiously lifting your glass of flowers before you turn to approach your girlfriend-who is now staring at you from the sink, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the marble. “It’s a secret”, you tease as you place the vase amongst the cool surface of the countertop, your eyes shifting to connect with hers. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her lips are curved upward enough to be considered a smirk. You love when she’s like this. Lovingly irritated.

You reach forward to press your lips against her cheek, your arms snaring around her neck and resting atop her white t-shirt, feeling the strands of auburn hair that naturally sat along the slope of her nape. A new track on the vinyl is being spun, one that’s romantic and swell, and you can’t help but recognize the adoration that seeps off the woman in your arms. How she melts into your touch, or how she’s too shy to admit she wants more than just a peck on her cheek.

Her smile is rich, and her eyes are squinted as the apples of her cheeks are lifted and tinted such a pretty rose. “You took so long” she breathes, and it’s just now that you notice her hands found themselves purchased atop the lining of your jeans, “I really did miss you”. She squeezes the skin on your waist, her touch feeling more suggestive than it usually did. Her tone thick and wisped with desire.

“Ellie, I was only gone for like- what? Thirty minutes?”, you giggle as you shake your head at her, trying to brush away the sensation of her fingers kneading into the flesh of your lower back, just above the swell of your rear. “More like an hour”, she corrects you, and you find yourself slipping out of Ellies hold before she tempts you with her hands more than she already had. Not now, you tell yourself. Not right now.

“I didn’t realize, I’m sorry, love”, your hands intertwine with hers, fingers interlocking into each other, “it won’t happen next time, okay?”.

With a roll of her eyes, all she does is nod sweetly, and with a tug of her hands against yours, she reels you back into the warmth of her body. You two sway to the music, laughs boisterous and sweet as your bodies cling to one another. Desire obvious but forcibly concealed as the dusk slips into darkness.

The night is tranquil as you slip away, shrugging Ellie’s hands off your figure with gentle nudges. Her face lay peacefully amongst her pillow, her slow inhales of air proving she’s fallen asleep, and her nose scrunching slightly, initiating her blissful state. The clock on your nightstand reads ‘3:24 am’, and you sigh as you sit against the edge of the bed, taking a few moments to think before you trail out of the room and into the dining room. You shiver while passing every open window, watching the wind disarray the cotton curtains, their sheets rising and falling with every blow.

It’s practically intimidating as you move alongside the walls covered in memoirs of you and Ellie, her portraits of only you plastered against the white walls and- what you imagine- stay forever staring at you. You swallow it all in, remembering her sitting upon her wooden stool, a palette set in her hand as she paints you on a canvas for what feels like the millionth time. It was a good memory, but it was also one that distressed you.

“I missed you”. Her words of desperation are flooding you as you enter the kitchen, and you reinvent the scene of you two dancing earlier in the evening. Her nails digging into the curve of your waist…her teeth just barely grazing against your neck. The way you both had just pretended to revel in the music, and most definitely not in the touch of one another.

You’re trying to piece the puzzle together. The way she refuses to admire anything else but you. The way she gets whiny when you distance yourself for too long. The way she caresses your skin with a burning touch, like she wants to devour you any chance she gets. Its embarrassingly comedic, because at the end of it all, she acts humorous. A simple grin that sits on her features, acting cocky, as if she’s nonchalant and none of it ever happened. As if she hasn’t been hot on your back all day, and now you can’t find it in you to sleep properly.

You take a quick breath before deeply exhaling, realizing this just might be your first moment in months where your lover is not wrapping around you. Might. It was silent, too silent. You had not recognized the sneaking footsteps that trailed behind yours.

“Hey”, you hear Ellie speak up just behind you, her voice thick and groggy, “what’s wrong?”. You turn in a panic, watching her take slow steps toward you, her eyes squinted, and her lips pruned from her rest. Moonlight is cast through the glass of the windows, speckles of dust just barely noticeable within it as they float diligently in the air. The light is falling upon Ellie, like she’s a star in the middle of a darkened night sky, and you find yourself more shocked from her angelic aura than her sudden presence.

“I’m sorry…did I wake you?” you watch as she adjusts the sleeves of her shirt, rolling the white cuffs up the length of her arm, the inken design of ferns apparent on her fair skin. You want to admire her right now, her glow untouched even under the dim light of your shared home.

The way her reddish hair was disheveled and drawn over her face, her eyes resembling gems as they follow your every move with a glimmer. Her legs are bare, silken grey shorts clad against her lean thighs, and you swallow the lump in your throat to conceal the wanton urges you have, to feel her muscles contract against you. She is a flower. Appearing innocent while she draws closer to you-who is leaning tiredly against the kitchen counter. What a remarkable hoax.

“Yeah, I noticed you left, everything alright?”, her arms are now crossed, and her head is tilted as she inquires you, a wondrous look imbedded on her face. You can’t deny your selfish thoughts, the urge to shake her and tell her she’s the primary reason you cannot rest. That you’re worried about her, and not just for the subtle hints earlier today. Instead, for her attachment to you every day, her hyper fixation on your every dotting thought or simple step. At the same time, why is it you who feels this way? Your selfish desire to feel her desecrate your skin. To completely ruin you.

You’re breathless, wordless, speechless, and wrecked with lewd wishes. You stand there in front of her, mouth agape, and no words spoken, and she just stares, confused as to why you won’t respond.

“Babe-”

“Right now…”, you cut her sentence off short, having the audacity to finally utter a word, “Ellie, I need you right now, please”. Your plea is everything but confident, your voice meek and shy while you beg, and almost immediately after saying it you begin to regret it. But there she stands, arms still crossed and her features still appearing shocked. Only this time, she’s taken aback from your undeniable want, sexual urgency just dripping off you. Then there it is, a cocky chuckle sounding from her grinning lips.

“I thought you said you weren’t in the mood earlier”, she snickers at you, obviously smug and acting full of herself, her gaze peeling the clothes off your body by each passing second. “I know, but-“, you start, goosebumps imprinting themselves on your skin, “I just-”. You keep your mouth open to initiate a reasoning, barely processing what to say next before two hands clutch themselves onto your waist, pushing you back roughly until your back bumps against the counter.

She silences your silly panic as her lips seal around yours, molding into your face until her nose is bending into the flesh of your cheek. She’s kissing you like she’s been starved, tongue whirling across your lips until her spit is mixed into yours, creating a lewd concoction off the tips of your tastebuds. It’s delicious, and it’s absolutely vulgar the way she is ravaging your mouth, her canine snagging your bottom lip in between every moist smack, and then she’s licking you up again, her lips not giving you any chance to escape.

“Ellie” you gasp, a dribble of translucent spittle webbing onto your lower chin. You had almost forgotten to breathe. She wantonly groans against you, shutting your pleading mouth once more as she moves her face against yours, catching angles where she can explore you the deepest. Her hands waste no time defiling you, rolling across your hips until they greet the skin of your ass, clutching you through the silk of your nightgown and holding the flesh there with a tenacious grip.

“Ellie!” you pry your lips away from hers, but she chases after you again. “Fuck, wait”, your chest is heaving with every gasp of breath, “too much”. The tension is so thick that you think it will destroy you. Correction- you think Ellie will destroy you. Especially with the way her nails sank into you, fingers rolling circles into your rear, feeling her hands tease your nightgown’s hem. She’s so close to your ache, so close to feeling you.

“Too much?”, she bites her lip with a smile, reveling in the way your mouth quivers with every nearing touch to your panties, “you said you needed me”. What a mocking statement, one that was too true to deny. You had asked exactly that. “Do you not want this?”. She draws out the question, trying to act like she didn’t know every miniscule detail. Trying to act confused as to what you wanted, but it was all to tease you. She knew if she had asked this, you would plead once more. And oh, you did. Shaking your head with glossed over eyes, so full of desperation and submission, no longer embarrassed to admit just how badly you yearned for the woman in front of you.

Now thoroughly bold and acting haughty, she goes for what she’s been edging, bundling up the satin of your nightgown into the palms of her hands and lifting it upward until its drooping down onto the floor. You’re braless and feeling bare in front of her keen fixation, your tits feeling cool against the sudden lack of coverage. You didn’t know if you should feel blessed for the lack of the undergarment, or judged from the way Ellie was drinking you in.

“You’re so beautiful” she mumbles before her lips delve into the crook of your neck, teeth hooking into a chunk of skin just enough to suckle on it. She’s hasty as she feels you up, her nails pinching into your two nipples and twisting them in circular motions, admiring the way they began to swell underneath her tenderization. Now perked and stiff under the pads of her fingers, she’s got you entranced in a spell of pleasure, one that’s brutal and pinching as she encourages your sensitive skin to succumb to her tortuous will. You whimper with every drag of her tongue along your skin, purple and pink ovals blending into your skin as she leaves her possessive mark over your jawline, shoulders, and collarbone. A colorful trail of her obvious infatuation.

“Turn around”, she demands, still kneading into the swell of your breasts, relishing in the way they sat perfectly in her palms. It was like your body was a temple created solely for her to worship. “Bend over the counter. Now”. You waste no time, slightly scatterbrained from even something as simple as her touch tracing circles over your areola. Your head is spinning from all the blood that is rushing to your face, heat deluding your intelligence and leaving you ditzy. Ellie has cast a spell on you. She has made you deeply, and utterly intoxicated with her intimacy.

Your breasts expand onto the cool, marble surface, your burning skin striking a rich comparison in temperature, and you ever so slightly shiver. Ellie is quiet behind you, being slow and mysterious as she lowers to her knees. The muscles in her forearms enhancing as she holds onto your calves gingerly, moving upward toward your heat in such a tantalizing way that it seemed more punishing than pleasurable. She leaves damp, and salacious kisses along the skin of your inner thighs, her pecks echoing tones of lust, and with every nip, you feel yourself clench around thin air.

“Such a tease”, you huff out, growing impatient to her little game of edging. Her hands are now looped around your legs and sinking into the front flesh of your thighs, stilling you with a squeeze. Veins protruding with every erotic grasp. “I’m a tease?”, you feel the way her face upturns against your skin, signaling her absolute enjoyment out of this. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me all week, barely letting me touch you”, suddenly, you feel her cup your sweltering mound, a soft gasp of shock heard from you. She only snorts as she observes the sticky heat that taints her hand. “Wow, look at you”, another firm pinch through the satin of your panties, confirming that you indeed had already been slick from her within minutes of kissing and teasing. You bite your lip from embarrassment, already predicting how she’ll use this against you later.

“Let’s take a better look at you, huh?” Ellie whispers, her pitch so low as she hooks her fingers around the hem of your underwear, letting them grow loose against your hips, just enough for her to peel it off your sopping cunt. Your lips delicately curved and throbbing as you daringly clench for what feels like the hundredth time, sucking in nothingness that you wish was her fingers. She kneads into your ass, clamping down and bringing the skin upward to really see you in full glory, the moonlight casting through the windows, enhancing the shine of your arousal.

“Pretty girl” she praises, barreling up a bubble of spit upon her tongue before she lets it descend onto the flesh of your labia. She watches it streak through the flaps, her DNA pooling downward and whirling around your weeping hole. “I want you to say sorry” your lover requests, and you- who is anxiously anticipating the stretch of her fingers- don’t seem to comprehend her orders too much. “Hm?”, you mewl, ass wiggling against her iron-like grasp.

Suddenly, a stream of pain aches through you, running up your spine and burning into your sex. Ellie has slapped you, her hand whipping against your innocent clit. You let out a cry of agony, eyes watering from her harsh abuse on the area you find most sensitive. She repeats her words, this time, slower, and full of ridicule.

“Tell me you’re sorry about earlier”

“I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to avoid you”, you sob out, elongated sniffles and pleads bouncing against the walls of the kitchen. Your eyes are blurred as you look across the counter, catching sight of a hazy purple. The Lupine wildflowers sitting so diligently inside the glass vase. Their symbolization meaning imagination. You could only imagine what Ellie could possibly do to you now. Who would have thought she would have you bent over at such an hour, begging continuously for her to please you into spirals of bliss?

“Atta girl”, she replies, seeming satisfied whilst she props her thumb against the heap of your clit, drawing circles along it and smothering her spit against the velvety bud. You twist your hips from the attention, soft sighs lulling from your lips. Yes, you think to yourself. Yes.

She halts your rocking with a clamp on your thigh, but you could care less about the bruises she might leave, feeling absolutely intrigued as her middle and ring finger dance against your entrance. “Yes- please” you coo as you feel her thumb flick against the thick flesh of your clit, drool swarming in the corners of your mouth as she finally eases her two lengthy fingers inside.

Everything else in this world holds no meaning. Its just you and Ellie right now, bodies finding ways to connect in the most sensual ways, and you never want it to end. She has you so prettily sprawled out against the countertop, eyes sealed shut as you swallow her fingers in, deeper and deeper, your dripping amusement happily slicking against her, all the way to the top of her knuckles.

She’s an expert at this, especially after her many nights seducing you. Her fingers search around within you, finding the swell amongst your fleshy warmth, and then curling her fingers upward so she hits the bumpy tissue. She fucks you divinely, her two fingers easing out just to greet that spot again with a quick thrust, repeating the action as she keeps her thumb sending sparks of friction along your abused clit.

The sounds are just so tastefully dirty, your soaking wet mess squelching with every pump of Ellies fingers inside you, and your angelic moans and breathy whines accommodating it. What a scene this was. Ellie fucking your sloppy cunt as your ass stays perked in the air for her, legs trembling with every blissful pump, and your hands desperately searching for something to hold on to as your loving girlfriend draws you closer and closer. Her loving praises are everlasting as you take her so obediently.

“Oh-oh Ellie”, you wish to tell her you’re close, that her curled fingers are doing a number on you, but all that slips past your lips is gibberish and sweet sounds of pleasure, your eyes rolled far back into your sockets. So much that all you can see is black and splashes of white with every clench around her.

Abruptly, you feel the warmth of her lips suction against your sex, her tongue drawing a long stripe through your lips and up to your bud, kissing your ache away as her momentum picks up, fingers going faster with eagerness to see you crumble.

You feel abused, so much that it feels like her pleasure is too much, and you can’t find any humanity in you as everything is growing hazy and unclear. Your body feels like jelly with every lick of her tongue, so numb and lifeless as she does it over and over again, all until you’re heaving tremendously, stomach rising and falling with every sound you make.

You’re coming undone just from her fingers, not noticing her laughing in utter amusement behind you. Not only did you soak her, but your orgasm spurted out and was coated all over the floor. You’re dripping, release easing down the slope of your inner thighs as Ellie slips her fingers away from you.

Ellie Williams made you squirt. She really wouldn’t let you forget about this, not when you gave her such a show.

“Fuck, you’re messy”, she teases, her clamping hold on your thigh releasing. She stands from her kneeling position swiftly, her arms going to wrap around you to keep your stance straightened. Her face is soiled, smeared with your essence, and her temples are glued down with beads of sweat. But yet, she is satisfied with your taste lingering on her tongue.

You still can’t focus properly after that ripping state of euphoria that took over you, your naked body feeling cold and limp from your beloved’s torture. You only hum in annoyance, letting her cling to you like this, forgetting all about your worries that had corrupted you prior.

You focus your eyesight, vision still foggy from exhaustion. The sight of purple illuminated in front of you. The Lupine wildflowers. They remind you of her. It's always the same.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up”, the auburn-haired girl whispers, lifting you from the counter, sweat from your torso slick over the top. She guides you toward the bathroom, passing all the memoirs of you two for a second time.

The portraits of you still plastered on the walls the same way they had been before. Watching Ellie hold on to you the way she had always wanted to. Staring.

#ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams x reader

[royalsealy]

Coord I wore for going out w my partner! It ended up being shockingly hot (70F/21.1C)

This color of blue is one of my favorites

Coord Breakdown and Image Description under read more

JSK: La La La ~ Swing Furry Puppy by Baby the Stars Shine Bright

Cardigan: Sleepyland Lolita

KC: Angelic Pretty

UTKs: Roji Roji

Shoes: Sosic

[Image Description: Two images, the first image is in a pine tree forest, the floor is covered in orange pine needles. In the center Royalsealy stands at 3/4 an angle with both hands on a tree, one foot extended back. He is wearing a sax blue dress with puppydogs, flowers, and a pink ribbon of sheet music. He is wearing a long sleeve sax blue bolero with fabric bows and lace details. He is wear an off center blue solid and gingham headbow that lays flat to his head. He is wearing blue under the knee socks with white eyelet lace on top, and blue heels with ribbons and crisscrossing straps. His face is obsured by a pink flower sticker.

The second image is in a green field with yellow daffodils in the background, the sky is a bright blue against the leaf-bare trees. Royalsealy stands center, facing the camera, his head is tilted down at an angle showing off the solid blue and blue gingham pattern of the off center headbow. He has brown hair with side swept bangs, and two short pieces of hair frame his face. the rest of his hair is pinned up in the back, showing dark brown and bleach blond tips. He is wearing the same sax blue socks with white lace tops, sax blue shoes, and the sax blue dress with dogs, flowers, and music notes. He is not wearing the sax blue bolero and is blouseless. He has a pink flower sticker censoring his face. /End ID]

#baby the stars shine bright #lolita fashion #egl #sweet lolita coord #egl community #lolita community #egl fashion #alt fashion #jfashion #pastel fashion #kawaii aesthetic #opted for low poof petti for the day but i like how this worked out! #rosyalley #rosy alley #spring outfit #spring aesthetic

[oil-bh]

PLATAMORIC

(Plat - amor - ic)

hey!!! This isnt my usual content but idc lol

[IMAGE ID: A flag with 6 stripes of equal size. The first stripe is medium pink, the second is a lighter pink, the third is light salmon, the fourth is a light, slightly orange-yellow colour, the fifth stripe is pale yellow, and the sixth stripe is white. In the center of the flag is a hot pink flower head with 10 petals. The center of the flower is a 6-pointed yellow star. END ID.]

Platamoric is a relationship structure where two or more people feel intensely connected to one another in a purely platonic sense. They may or may not choose to label it as an attraction type, but platamoric is a relationship term above all else.

People in a platamoric relationship may compare it to “transcendent or delamouric attraction, but entirely platonic”. They may also compare it to “platonic soulmates” or feeling like the other’s “other half” in a platonic way.

Platamoric is not queerplatonic, romantic, amorous, tertiary, or any other attraction/relationship label. It is characterized by being entirely platonic!

The name comes from a combination of “plat” from platonic and “amor” for love. Platamoric relationships may feel intense like romantic, queerplatonic, etc relationships, hence the combination of “platonic” and “love”. It’s platonic love that feels extremely intense, possibly indescribable.

Flag meaning underneath the cut!

The pink stripes in the flag are a reference both to the platonic attraction flag’s use of pink, and how love is often equated with the color pink, which again combines platonic feelings and intense love toward someone. The yellow stripes are a reference to the yellow in the queerplatonic flag, showing how platamoric relationships may be similar to, but still different from queerplatonic relationships.

The stripes being paler than the flower are a reference to the transcendent attraction flag being pale. The flower is a reference to the delamour and platonic attraction flags having flower-like shapes in the center, and the star shape in the flower is how platamoric relationships might feel like they were destined to meet by some otherworldy source. It’s also a reference to how the flower-like shape on the platonic attraction flag also resembles a star, and how the delamour flag’s flower has a star shape in the middle.

#🕷️🕸️ #mogai flag #mogai #mogai coining #mogai label #lgbtq #mogai safe

[wildlycalmotherkin]

hi this is like uh image for my labels!

image id under cut. image id by @nymph-x-logy they’re literally amazing

image id: top left, a group of flags, going from top to bottom and left to right: the word LGBTQ+ in black lettering and all caps, with a 9 stripe gilbert baker pride flag underneath. two words underneath the pride flag reading ‘gender’ and ‘orientation’, with two lines leading into two different groups of flags, being connected by the queer flag with the label ‘queer’ above it. on the gender side, the top flag is the transgender flag with the label ‘transgender’ in black lowercase lettering. branching off from ‘transgender are three flags - ‘gender questioning’ - a flag with a large light pink stripe, a small hot pink stripe, a medium purple-pink stripe, a small bright green stripe, a large grey stripe, a small yellow stripe, a medium light blue stripe, a small dark blue stripe, and a large aqua stripe with a large white question mark in the center - and the ‘transmasculine’ flag - equally sized white, light blue, blue, and dark blue stripes with the label ‘transmasculine’ in lowercase black lettering - and the nonbinary flag - equally sized yellow, white, purple and black stripes with the label ‘nonbinary’ in black lowercase lettering on top. 

branching off from ‘gender questioning’ is the xenogender flag - equally sized dark pink, orange-pink, orange, yellow, light blue, purple-blue, and purple stripes with the white xenogender symbol in the center with the label ‘xenogender (questioning’ in black lowercase lettering above. 

branching off from the ‘nonbinary’ flag are two flags - the genderqueer flag - three equally sized purple, white and green stripes with the label ‘genderqueer’ in black lowercase lettering - and the bigender flag with two variations - the first with seven equally sized blue, light blue, white, purple, white, light pink, and pink stripes - the second with seven equally sized dark red, orange, yellow-orange, yellow-white, green, aqua, and dark blue stripes - the label ‘both bigender, i just couldn’t decide which flag to use.’ above both. 

on the ‘orientation’ side, the asexual (four equally sized black, grey, white and purple stripes with ‘asexual’ in black lowercase lettering) and aromantic (five equally sized green, light green, white, grey and black stripes with the label ‘aromantic’ in black lowercase lettering). branching off from both is the aroace flag - five equally sized orange, yellow, white, light blue, and dark blue stripes with the label ‘aroace’ in lowercase black lettering. 

branching from the aroace flag is the oriented aroace flag - four equally sized dark blue, light blue, white, and aqua stripes with the label ‘oriented aroace’ in lowercase black lettering above. 

connected to oriented aroace is the bisexual flag - consisting of a large bright pink stripe, a small purple stripe in the middle, and a large blue stripe with the label ‘bisexual’ in black lowercase lettering above. 

next to the aroace flag are two flags connected only to each other - the orientation questioning flag - a flag with five equally sized purple, light purple, pink, orange, and yellow stripes and a large white question mark in the center with the label ‘orientation questioning’ label in lowercase black lettering above - connected to the sapphic flag, a flag with equally sized light pink, white, and light pink stripes with a five-petalled purple flower with yellow bits in the middle, and a label with ‘sapphic (questioning)’ in lowercase black lettering above. 

underneath the web of flags, in large black lowercase lettering is the words ‘other physical thing’ with a green and purple ribbon outlined in gold, and smaller black lowercase lettering reading ‘stickler syndrome’. 

next to this is a white drawing of an opposum holding up its thumb with the text ‘wildlycalmotherkin’ written inside the drawing in white. 

on the right side of the page at the top, in large black lettering reads the word ‘neurodivergence’. underneath, in smaller black lowercase lettering reads “not diagnosed but heavily, like really heavily suspect things listed. i want to get diagnosed but currently can’t”

underneath the paragraph are three flags - adhd (five equally sized dark red, orange, yellow, aqua, and dark blue stripes with a white butterfly in the center and a label reading ‘adhd’ in black lowercase lettering), autism (medium red-orange stripe, small orange stripe, large yellow stripe, small light green stripe, medium green stripe with a white infinity symbol in the center and the label reading ‘autism’ in black lowercase lettering), and ocd (flag with four equally sized light blue, white, bright yellow and mustard yellow stripes with the label reading “ocd, specifically real event and moral ocd” above it, and a label on the side reading “flag by lucellion on tumblr”

beneath the flags, in large black lowercase lettering reads the word ‘alterhuman’ with three symbols under it - a black overlapping star with six points and the word ‘otherkin’ in small black lowercase lettering on its right. 

beneath otherkin is a black symbol consisting of a circle and triangle overlapping with a small line in the center with the word ‘therian’ in black lowercase lettering. 

beneath the therian symbol is a black symbol of a circle with a heart overlapping, and a diamond shape where the top of the heart connects to itself. end image id

#otherkin #therian #stickler syndrome #physical disability #technically? but i dont like saying im physically disabled even tho sometimes (depends on severity) stickler is classified as a disability #kin #alterhuman #lgbtq+ #lgbt #aroace #bigender #autism #adhd #ocd #anyway if someone tries to me find me irl with these #you wont be able to #because im not out to anyone irl and im not diagnosed (as much as i’d like to get an evaluation) #i mean ig the stickler ? but theres like a million ppl on earth with it so good luck 🙌 #hypermobile #joint pain #otherhearted #queer #digital art #art #drawing #sketch #opossum #flag #ok bye

[spicysix]

all the small things

Steve had a bad day. All he had wanted was for his shift to finally be over so he could come home to her.

rating: G, no warnings word count: 1.2k author's note: happy birthday @stobinesque! i drafted a quick little stobin fluff in your honor, i hope you enjoy it!

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Steve had a lonely shift that day.

Sometimes he liked those, liked staying alone with his thoughts, liked being the only one available to help the costumers, liked that Keith had no other option but to rely on him – and so he could prove himself to be a good employee. Usually his lonely shifts were on busy days too, so he wouldn’t stop for a minute, and he liked the rush.

This one hadn’t been a good lonely day.

It had been a slow shift, the hours dragging by and no one to talk to. Keith kept himself locked inside his manager office – Steve was sure he wasn’t doing any actual work in there −, there were few costumers and even Eddie or the kids were too busy to stop by and spend some time with him. All he had wanted the whole day was for his shift to finally be over so he could come home to her.

He parked the bimmer in the garage and let out a sigh, resting his forehead on the steering wheel for a couple of minutes, breathing in and out. His head was starting to throb that uncomfortable pain that he knew would make his night miserable if he didn’t take care of himself soon enough.

Steve finally left the car and entered the house, walking a straight line to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile fondly when he saw a bowl standing in the counter, his favorite one – it was pink and had little hand-drawn bright yellow sunflowers, all crooked with uneven curves and finger marks. El made it and gave it to him as a gift on his last birthday.

There was a steamy fog dancing on top of it and as Steve approached the counter, leaving his bag on the floor near the stool, he saw it was his favorite soup – broccoli and peas, pumpkin seeds sprinkled and a basil leaf floating at the center. A spoon carefully placed next to the bowl, and Steve only went around the counter to wash his hands before diving into his meal.

The small radio near the window was on, tuned to Steve’s favorite relaxing station playing soft jazz. The kitchen still smelled good, as if the food had just been prepared, but all the dishes were cleaned and drying near the sink. The soup was warm and it heated him from the inside-out. He stared past the glass of his window as he ate, through his backyard illuminated by the blue glow of the pool, into the woods that housed crickets and cicadas singing along to the wind. His head felt lighter already.

He finished his soup and cleaned his bowl and spoon, leaving them to dry next to the pans and pots. Didn’t bother picking his bag from the floor, and turned off the lights and the radio as he walked towards the stairs.

In the little table that sat in front of the stairs, a bouquet neatly wrapped in newspapers and Steve’s smile grew as he picked it up and brought it closer to his face so he could smell it. Roses had his favorite fragrance. Sweet, homey, soft enough that it wouldn’t trigger him a migraine. They were pink ones, too. Steve loved the pink ones.

A little note on a yellow sticker read ‘Steeb :)’ and it made him chuckle.

He brought them along with him on his way to the bathroom upstairs. He had a vase under the sink that he filled with water before placing the flowers in it, and left them in the counter so he could look at them while he had a bath.

A bath that was practically prepared for him already.

Folded clothes on top of the closed toilet lid, a little transparent bag on top, that, as he opened, he found they carried a delicious mix of chamomile bath salts. He opened the bath tap, poured the salts and waited for it to fill as he got undressed. He dimmed the lights, leaving only the one on top of the mirror on, and relaxed into the hot water as the bubbles made his skin tickle in a nice way.

He scrubbed himself clean with a gentle loofah and played with the bubbles as if he was a kid. When he was clean and his muscles felt relaxed, he opened the drain, got up and dried, and then dressed. She had left him a soft and hideous mint green pair of sweatpants and an old black shirt that, from the demon drawing fading at the front, Steve knew she had stolen from Eddie. He inhaled the laundry softener smell from the fabric with his eyes closed, and exhaled slowly.

He brushed his teeth and didn’t care about his damp hair, put the used clothes in the bin they had for dirty laundry and gave the roses a final sniff before opening the bathroom door, the fog spreading to the hallway.

The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, the light inside still on, and he opened it slowly and peeked inside. Robin was lying in the middle of his bed, tucked in the covers like a burrito, staring at the door. Steve smiled at the sight.

“Were you waiting for me?” he asked, and she blinked as if coming out of a trance.

“Yeah,” she answered.

Steve approached the bed and she scooted backwards to give him space to lie down next to her. He reached over her body to grab the extra blankets so he could cover himself, and kept his arm around her after he did it. She scooted closer again, her face on his neck and she took a deep breath.

“You smell of chamomile,” she said, and her lips on his skin made Steve giggle with the tickles it gave him.

“As if you didn’t know that already,” he teased and felt her smile. “Thank you for the little gifts.”

She only hummed in response, and Steve gripped her tighter against him.

Steve had a bad day. When he had a bad day, he liked being taken care of, he liked being pampered and spoiled. He never knew how to ask for it, always being the one taking care of others – and he loved that too, would never complain. But sometimes he wanted to be on the other side of things.

Robin had a bad day. It was why she took the day off and wasn’t there to be Steve’s company at his shift. And when she had a bad day, she liked to feel useful. She usually blasted music on the stereo and cleaned and organized her room, practiced the French Horn, or tried to learn something new. She wasn’t at her home though, having slept at Steve’s, and the minute he woke up to go to work alone she knew he’d have a bad day too. That’s how mind-melt they were. To feel useful, she prepared him a night routine for when he came home drained and exhausted as she knew he’d be. Dinner, bath, bought him his favorite flowers.

Steve never knew how to ask someone to take care of him, but with Robin he never had to. She understood him, and she liked taking care of him. It never had to be something big, otherworldly. The small things were good enough, were better than that. They were everything.

Steve turned around and turned off the nightstand lamp.

Robin cuddled further against him and he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“See you tomorrow, Bobbin. I love you.”

“See you tomorrow, Steeb. I love you too.”

Steve closed his eyes.

He had a good night.

#stobin #platonic stobin #steve harrington & robin buckley #stobin fanfic #stobin fic #with a capital p #read 💙 #lui writes

[catboy-autism]

♡♡ Nanashidacharic ♡♡

A -charic gender related to Nana Ashida / Kawaii~Chan from Aphmau! This can be about any variation of her (MyStreet, Minecraft Diaries, Mermaid Tales, etc)

This gender may feel like you are Nana, she is you, you like her, you kin her, etc. Whatever it means to the user.

Coined by me!

[ID 1: An 11-striped flag. From top to bottom, the colors are light pink, pink, hot pink, yellow, pale orange, off-white, pale orange, yellow, hot pink, pink, and light pink. In the center is a screenshot from MyStreet season 1 of Nana Ashida. ID End]

[ID 2: The same flag as described above, but without the image. ID End]

[ID 3: Once again, the same flag, this time featuring a screenshot from Falcon Claw University of Nana Ashida. ID End]

[ID 4: A thin brown line, in the center of it is an orange tabby maine coon mix laying down, staring to the side of the viewer. ID End]

[ID 5: A rectangular banner. The border of it has a gradient of orange to pink. In each corner are 3 strawberries and 4 strawberry flowers. Within the border is a light tan rectangle with text. From top to bottom the different blocks of text read, in all caps: "Do not involve my flags or labels in discourse", this is colored red and underlined; "Anyone can use my flags and labels", this is also red; "But I do block freely", this is colored pink. There is a line of small cartoonish strawberries, each separated by little leaves. On the center bottom is a pink to orange gradient rounded rectangle. Within it is a red text in all caps that reads "This blog loves mspec gays and lesbians". On the left of the rectangle is the mspec lesbian flag and on the right is the mspec gay flag. On the left and right of the main rectangle are drawings of calico cats stretching. There are muddy paw prints scattered across the banner. ID End]

#tina coins #labels and flags #my hoard #aphmaugender #charicgender #-charic #nanashidacharic #xenogender coining #mogai coining #liom #liom term #mogai #mogai term #liomogai

[lactose-intolerant-egg]

[image ID: a 3D rendered image showing a mountain peeking out of rough water. the mountain is covered in bright green and yellow foliage and purple flowers, including under the transparent water. the peak of the mountain is a perfectly symmetrical pink-tinted crystal pyramid. directly above the peak a reflective bronze ring is floating. at the center of the ring is a glass bubble. the sky is a greyish-blue, obscured by hot pink clouds which become warmer in hue towards the horizon. end ID]

#egg's art #bryce 3d #retro cgi

[pepperycar]

Set after the movie. Inspired by chapter 7 of “hurt by fire, heal by fire” by @vulpixfairy1985

“The best Power-up?” Part 1.

“Where are we going again?” Luigi asked as Mario guided him through the tall grass, his hands covering his eyes “I told you, it’s a surprise!” Mario teased. After a bit more walking Mario stopped, Luigi stumbled slightly before pulling himself back up “sorry.” Mario snorted “okay... open em!” Mario pulled his hands from Luigi’s eyes, a few seconds later Luigi opened them, he gawked at the sight before him. The sun was setting, leaving a warm pink colour in the sky, just above it the stars started to appear, twinkling as they came, below it a beautiful field with Fire Flowers going as far as the I can see, a big tree with no leaves in the center “Wowie zowie!” Luigi breathed with a open mouth smile “quite a sight, eh Lu?” Mario smiled, taking in his brothers expression. Mario gently but excitedly grabbed his wrist, breaking him out of his thoughts “come on!” Mario smiled, pulling him along “your gonna love this!” “I already do!” Luigi chuckled as they approached the tree. Luigi stopped to see that there was a long, thin table in front of the tree, going from one end to the other, on the table were a bunch of objects put into neat piles all next to each other, all the piles different from one another “what... is all-“ Luigi started, Mario smiled “you felt the power of the Super-Star..” Mario explained “but you never got a chance to see the many other Power-Ups this world has to offer!” “And this ain’t even all of em!” A high, scratchy voice suddenly said. From behind the table, Toad climbed onto it before coming other to the Bros side “I did as you asked Mario! All the ones you were sure he’d like!” “Thanks Toad.” Mario nodded before Looking at Luigi “you wanna try one?” Luigi just glanced at all the Power-Ups, fidgeting his hands nervously “it’s okay bro.” Mario reassured “I can just show you if you want..” “I- O-Okay..” Luigi stammered. Mario smiled and patted Luigi’s back reassuringly before picking up a Fire Flower “let me know.” Toad said to Luigi “which Power-Up suits Mario best!” Luigi watched as Mario activated the fire flower. A swirl of flames engulfed him before parting to reveal his top and hat was now a bright white, the M painted red, his overalls also a dark red and from his open palm, appeared a fireball “Woah!” Luigi whispered in awe “does- does that hurt you?” Luigi asked with a bit of concern in his voice “not at all!” Mario grinned “and it won’t hurt you either! It’ll only hurt who I want it to hurt -cough-cough- Bowser..” Luigi smiled and hesitantly reached for it. Mario plopped it on his hand and Luigi carefully held it “so.. warm.. but like a nice warm like, not too hot and burning in any way!” Luigi smiled “maybe it’s because you’ve got a strong fire in your heart, you’re more immune.” Mario winked. Luigi blushed a little at the complement and the fire in his hands fizzled out. “Can- can I pick the next one?” Luigi asked looking at the spread across the table “of course!” Mario smiled holding his hand outward to the vast array of Power-Ups. Luigi looked down the table, Toad watching eagerly. Luigi stopped at a pile of little bells, they looked like ones a cat would have on its collar, gold with saffron stripes, with two beady little eyes on them “ah, you’ll like this one.” Toad chuckled, Mario rolled his eyes before grabbing one. With a poof, he was now a bright yellow Tabby Cat with white paws in place of gloves and shoes, his face remained unchanged. A small, shy smile appeared on Luigi’s face, Toad could see were this was going “DON’T.” Mario warned, too late- Luigi scooped him up from under his arms, squealing with delight “yeah should’ve seen that coming..” Mario sighed as Luigi squeezedhim, joyfully spinning him around “you were right Toad, I DO love this one!” Luigi squeaked, hugging Mario tighter “you’re lucky I love you cause I would’ve clawed your face by now..” Mario grumbled but relaxed when he felt Luigi patting his head then scratching behind his ear *Purrrr-Purrrr-* “Oh. My. God. Mario are you.. purring?!” Luigi asked trying to sound calm, his big grin and wide eyes saying otherwise.

-To be continued.

[revenant-coining]

Floralquess

[pt: Floralquess /end pt]

[ids: a rectangular flag with 8 evenly-sized horizontal lines with a thicker one in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: pinkish-purple, soft pink, light sky blue, pink, pale yellow, pink, purple-pink, red, brown. in the center of the first flag is a pink flower symbol outlined in pale yellow. /end ids]

[ids: a rectangular flag with 8 evenly-sized horizontal lines with a thicker one in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: pinkish-purple, soft pink, light sky blue, hot pink, pale yellow, hot pink, light green, blue, dark red. in the center of the first flag is a hot pink glass soda bottle symbol outlined in pale yellow. /end ids]

[ids: a rectangular flag with 8 evenly-sized horizontal lines with a thicker one in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: pinkish-purple, soft pink, light sky blue, blue, pale yellow, blue, pale green, light pink, deep blue. in the center of the first flag is 3 blue Z symbols outlined in pale yellow. /end ids]

Floralquess; a marquess system subterm; a gender connected to being a marquess of flowers/a flower marquess. this gender is connected to flowers, flower aesthetics, marquess aesthetics, & feminine boyhood.

Sodaquess; a marquess system subterm; a gender connected to being a marquess of soda/a soda marquess. this gender is connected to soda, soda cans, soda aesthetics, marquess aesthetics, & feminine boyhood.

Sleepyquess; a marquess system subterm; a gender connected to being a marquess of sleepiness/a sleepy marquess. this gender is connected to sleep/sleepiness, sleep/sleepy aesthetics, marquess aesthetics, & feminine boyhood.

etymology; floral/soda/sleepy, (mar)quess

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404

[id: a rosy-pink line divider. /end id]

#🪼 creations #floralquess #sodaquess #sleepyquess #marquess system #gender #neogender #xenogender #liom #mogai #category: genders #long post

[estrogenism]

★ MSPEC LESBIAN SAPPHIC FLOWERS

★ i gave the sapphic flower the colors of some mspec lesbian flags because i thought it would be pretty :)

order of rows:

mspec lesbian flags

bi lesbian flags

pan lesbian flags

poli lesbian flags

omni lesbian flags

[photo id 1: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: light pink, hot pink, light golden-orange, light green, and medium purple. end id.]

[photo id 2: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: dark purple, medium purple, periwinkle, medium teal, and light blue. end id.]

[photo id 3: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: light pink, hot pink, medium magenta, medium purple, and turquoise. end id.]

[photo id 4: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: dark purple, medium purple, medium pink, light orange, and light yellow. end id.]

[photo id 5: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: light pink, hot pink, medium orange, light orange, and medium green. end id.]

[photo id 6: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: dark pink, medium orange, light greenish-yellow, light green, and medium blue. end id.]

[photo id 7: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: light pink, neon pink, light purple, medium teal, and dark purple. end id.]

[photo id 8: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: dark magenta, medium green, light blue, periwinkle, and medium purple. end id.]

[photo id 9: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: light pink, hot pink, medium purple, dark purple, and dark blue. end id.]

[photo id 10: a five-petaled flower with a pink and purple center. moving clockwise, the colors of the petals are: dark purple, medium magenta, light blueish-purple, light purple, and light pinkish-orange. end id.]

#lelei symbols ★ #sapphic #mspec lesbian #bi lesbian #pan lesbian #omni lesbian #poli lesbian #eyestrain cw

[elisabethptacek]

Final

For my final project, I decided to incorporate Abstract Expressionism, Earth Art, and Pop Art movements. For my background, I incorporated the Abstract Expressionism movement. For this movement, the two characteristics, all over composition and color-field painting. For all-over composition, I liked the idea of making the composition seems as if there is no limit to the shapes and lines created. I used tape to make straight lines, which also separated the colors and gave the white lines no end. For colorfield painting, I decided to use louder colors that might not generally go together. By using hot pink, yellow, and blue, I was able to create a piece with loud, nonmatching, colors. 

Second, I incorporated a flower to represent the Earth Art Movement. The New York Art Room by Walter De Maria inspired me to use a piece of nature as the center of my piece. For De Maria's piece, he used dirt as the center and focal point of his piece. For me, I used this white flower. 

Third, as I flipped through one of my magazines, I found a repeat of different trees, bushes, and flowers. I decided to incorporate this into my piece. This is seen in the tree, bush, and ocean backgrounds. In Pop Art, sometimes repetition is used to convey a message. I used repletion to convey nature and the beauty that we see in nature every day. 

[mogai-sunflowers]

riot bi lesbian flag!

riot bi lesbian flag-

a flag for fierce bi lesbian pride and being a bi lesbian with queer anarchist sentiments, riot bi lesbian!

[Image ID: A flag with nine equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are teal, pastel pink, pastel orange, pastel yellow, white, golden, red-orange, purple, and mid indigo. The bi lesbian symbol, a purple flower with a small teal crescent moon inside of it and surrounded completely on the right and bottom by a hot pink crescent moon, all outlined in pastel pink, is in the center of the flag. End ID.]

flag by me, requested by no one :3 tagging @kenochoric​ @bi-lesbian​ 

#my flags #reigns flags #new flag #mogai flag #new mogai flag #mspec lesbian #bi lesbian #queer #queer anarchism #queer anarchy

[auroras-kiss]

flowerlexesia!

flowerlexesia-

a lexegender under the aurethesia umbrella that is/is related to the word ‘flower’!

[Image ID: A flag with seven equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are bright magenta, yellow, green, hot pink, green, yellow, and bright magenta. In the center of the flag, there is a hot pink rectangular box with a vertical pole of the same color through its center, and in the middle of that is the aurethesia symbol, a staff with a diamond and two wings. Two “swooping” shapes frame the left and right side of the flag, gradiating from bright magenta into yellow. End ID.]

term by me, flag by me and @neopronouns​ ! tagging @radiomogai​

#reigns terms #neogender #neogender coining #new gender #gender coining #lexegender #lexic gendies #aurethesia

[fastwiemagie]

This Barbie is crafty as fuck!

I went to see the new Barbie movie, because I was in the mood for a light-hearted fun movie. As I love every occasion for some dressing-up I wanted to go with a kinda pink outfit too. I wore my patchwork skirt (bought ages ago at a fleamarket and since then repaired countless times) pulled up as a dress. You're meant to wear it as a strapless dress, but I don't like that look and would probably have to replace the elastic first before it would stay up one it's own. So I safety pinned the skirt-dress to a tanktop. I went with matching hot pink felt flower earrings and a hair flower as well. I felt very cute and had fun at the cinema!

[id]Picture 1: A close-up picture of a young fat white woman with glasses and long brown hair. She's smiling towards the camera and trying to show half a heart with her left hand. The close-up shot shows her hot pink felted flower earrings and the dark purple butterfly necklace.You can see her red sportsbra, pinkish/purple tanktop and the beginning of the patchwork skirt she's wearing as a dress. Next to her are some cheerful yellow flowers with brown centers.

Picture 2: A full body shot of a young fat white woman with glasses and long brown hair worn in two braids. She's standing on a busy commercial street, where only foot traffic and bikes are allowed. She smiles at the camera and holds up one side of her skirt, to show off the fullness of the skirt. The skirt is a patchwork skirt, made up with many colourful patches. The dominant colour is a dusty but intense pink. Many of the pink patches have yellow flowers. It's a very cheerful and summery skirt/dress (can be worn either way). The woman has safety pinned the skirt/dress to a light pinkish-purple tank top. Her accessoires (earrings and hairflower) are a bright magenta pink and her butterfly necklace is purple.

She's wearing shoes because she has to, but they are pretty too. Intricate strap sandals in a creme and light-brown colour with cut-out details.

Picture 3: A close-up of a full-body shot of the young fat white woman with glasses and long brown hair worn in two braids. She's giving the viewer a slight smile and forms a heart with her fingers to send positive vibes. In this picture you can see she also has a sandy-coloured crocheted shoulder bag with her, to carry her possessions. [/id]

#outfit post #handmade accessories #all the accessories i'm wearing in this post are handmade but not by me #2 out of 3 are handmade by friends and the felt flower earrings are bought from a vendour I don't know personally #barbie the movie #barbie look #barbie fit #barbie but make it plussize #plussize fashion #summer look #lovely fat people #described images #image description #fashion described

[somediyprojects]

DIY Paper Magnolia Branch

Project by Elise Dee:

Magnolias are one of my favorite flowers. When magnolia trees are at their peak they’re stunning, but before you know it, they’re gone. With a just a bit of paper and patience, you can enjoy branches of magnolias all year! This quirky version of the flower combines dyed, sculpted paper and a real branch. A finishing dip in hot paraffin wax gives the petals a dewy, lifelike texture. This is a great way to dress up your entryway or dining table without having to change the water every week. –Elise Dee

What you’ll need:

-1 found branch -Rit dye in petal pink -Low heat hot glue gun & glue sticks -Scissors -1/2″ flat head nail -Bristol paper -Crock pot of hot paraffin wax -Small paint brush -White and yellow acrylic paint

Steps:

1. Draw and cut out a template of your large petal – all your templates should have straight bottoms (You can download Elise’s template here!).

2. Trace your template onto your Bristol paper three times to form a triangle with the straight edge of the petal. You should have three connecting petals. Repeat this step until you have two sets of three petals for each flower you intend to make.

3. Repeat steps one and two for the smaller, inner petals.

4. Cut out all of your traced petals, leaving the centers connected.

5. Gently erase any remaining pencil marks.

6. Mix your petal pink Rit dye into some warm water. Do some tests with Bristol scraps until you’ve reach a desired color.

7. Set up a small bowl of clean warm water. Dunk your first three petal bunches into the clear warm water. Then, pinch the center so the petals are facing down and dunk them halfway into the pink dye bath. Lay flat to dry on a paper towel. Repeat this process for all your petals.

8. Once dry, bend each individual petal down the center and slightly curl the rounded edge.

9. Assemble your flowers by stacking two of the large petal pieces and one small petal piece.

10. Pierce your stack with a small flat head nail. Arrange your stack so the petals are all staggered. Use a couple dots of hot glue at the center of the petals to secure your arrangement.

12. To make the flower center, use your glue gun to make a small 1/2″ puddle of glue over and around the nail head. Let dry. Build up your puddle of glue with more layers until it’s about 1/2″ high. Then, start dotting the top of your puddle with the glue gun to form small beads.

13. Using your acrylic paint, paint the dried hot glue center of your flower white at the base and pale yellow at the center. Let dry.

14. Hold the nail at the base of your flower and dip the whole flower into the hot wax. Quickly remove and let excess wax drip off over your crock pot. Let dry.

15. Carefully use your scissors to split the tips of your branch. Put a bit of hot glue in the split and insert the nail of your flower into the branch. Repeat this step to attach all your flowers.

It’s important to remember that while precision is a good quality to have, there is no need for perfection. Don’t worry about cutting your paper out perfectly or dyeing everything perfectly. Nature is imperfect and beautiful.

#diy #crafts #paper #x