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zeldaelmo · 5 months

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One Stitch at a Time — An Advent Calendar story by ZeldaElmo

Announcement, posting schedule, and story info for the Advent Calendar 2023

Starting from the 1st of December, I'll publish a modern AU with 24 chapters, posted day by day, to pass the time until Christmas and have fun!

The story is t-rated. It contains minor totk spoilers as it references some characters and some outfits, but otherwise it's spoiler free. The chapters are around 2k words so that reading them daily is doable. The story is set during Christmas time but it's by no means a story with religious connotation, so feel free to tag along even if you don't celebrate. Some chapters contain references to Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice, but most is understandable without having read/watched it.

Kindly beta read despite her packed schedule by @silentprincess17!

One Stitch at a Time

Summary: Zelda is taking over the fabric store from her mother and struggles to balance traditions, new ideas, and financial problems. The last thing she needs in her sewing class is a guy who disagrees with her every word and threatens to ruin her favorite time of the year: Christmas.

Teaser from chapter 2:

Zelda turned on her heel, walking with firm steps toward the stack of fabric she had prepared for the class: A selection of pastel colors for the bodies of the sand seals, some earth-colored woven fabrics for the Koroks, and the occasional patterned cut for highlights.

When she came back, Link angled the pattern in his hands, squinting through the plastic sheet. Then, he raised his hand again. "Ah, Ms. Zelda? This isn't going to work. The sand seal is cute and all, but I really need to sew the dress I mentioned.”

He put the pattern down and pushed it to the corner of his desk. “This was promoted as a sewing class for beginners, no? So it will surely be no problem to guide me through the process of putting a dress together.”

The nerve of this guy! Annoyed, Zelda sucked at the inside of her cheek and set her fabrics down. She was not going to let him ruin her class. If he needed a dress so badly, he surely knew a designer who could help him out and customize what he wanted. He was the one working for CeCe’s after all! Or he could just order one from Beedle’s like everyone else. Three different styles, colors, whatever. All of them size 6. Click, click, delivered. Skies, he could even have them wrapped in tissue paper if he paid a little extra!

She licked her lips and clasped her hands in front of her. "You booked our 'Sew a plushie class'."

I'm excited to share what I've worked on these last two months with you all! Feel free to follow if you're interested!

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #legend of zelda #advent calendar #one stitch at a time #fabric store AU #is that even a thing #it's now

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yomeiu · 1 year

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i saw you said music is ur inspo for ur art (which—i absolutely adore) do you have any song recs that u’d be down to share? :))

oh god i'm so glad you asked. i'm also so sorry, because i'm going to pour them all over you. i have WAY too many.

IN A HEARTBEAT - FLOOR - Control- First Woe - Real Answer - Without you - Alter Ego - Falling Apart - Sleeping Powder - 1-2-3-4 - Drip-133 - Elephants - Millenium - Let It Happen - Killshot - LOVE DIVE - How Did I Get Here - After LIKE - CASINO - 君に胸キュン - Everything Ends Here

#i basically have no genre i stick to #whatevers easy to draw to!#i guess there are a lot of atmospheric songs #is that even a thing #vocaloid too of course #and the rest i don't know how to describe #they just give a certain vibe that helps influence me #no need to check them all out its really a lot #ask #also i love ur art omg #such warm colors #like summer

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sukunastoy · 5 months

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So looking at all my drawings I realize…I don’t have a set style. Like wtf. 😭

#is that even a thing #why can’t they just all look the same

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queennai714 · 10 months

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Random hcs I have because I may be cringe but I'm free part 23 (Ninjago)

HOLUP CAUSE I ONLY STARTED REALLY THINKING ABT THIS AN HOUR OR TWO AGO AND I ALREADY ADORE IT

WHY DID I NOT THINK OF THIS BEFORE ITS PRACTICALLY CANON

Ok, I feel like if you exclude familial relationships like Nya and Lloyd, (andromanticrelationshipslikeColecuzthisismyheadcanon) Zane and Kai are most definitely best friends.

(I know I made that post a while ago about Kai and Jay's dynamic and don't get me wrong those two are another example of why the ninja are the found family of ever, but you can tell that sometimes they just get really fed up with each other lol)

Like, dont quote me on this but I'm pretty sure those two haven't even had a really serious argument since SEASON ONE, Kai was the one to deliver that speech at Zane's funeral, speaking of which he was utterly distraught after those events, they were together at the beginning of s8 (much like the CANON bff's, Jay and Cole), they had a lot of fun interactions in s9 when Jay was really out of it, and the entirety of their scenes in s13 were just gold, and thats just the big stuff I can come up with off the top of my head. I guarantee there's a lot more subtle moments and definitely more big ones that I just can't recall rn (I mean, I completely skipped over seasons 4-7) and the more I think abt it the more I realize how well these two work together. In fact, I remember reblogging smth abt their dynamic as the ones to step up as leaders/advisors or even making plans when the others can't and don't even get me started on the fact that they're literally opposite elements. Istg you could sum up their whole relationship by saying they balance each other out. Kai is impulsive and emotional normally but thinks logically when it really counts, and Zane thinks everything through logically but still makes purely emotionally driven decisions when tensions are running high enough. Kai has his whole 'hot-shot and I would kill for this family' personality that sometimes leaves him a little morally gray, and Zane's morals are so deeply embedded into who he is that the idea of protecting someone who can't protect themselves is enough to remind him who he is when he literally should have no memory of ever hearing those words in that order and had never even heard of a white lie before s13. They're both really sweet and care about the people close to them a lot, but Zane tends to express those feelings in words while Kai speaks more with his actions. Zane is more mellow while Kai has higher energy, I could go on and on. My point is, they balance each other's extremes out wonderfully and have just enough in common to be even closer than a purely 'opposites attract' friendship and the rest of the team would fall apart without those two and their dynamic 😌

#random hcs #ninjago #canon #ninjago kai #ninjago zane #kai ninjago #zane ninjago #ninjago headcanons #platonic oppositeshipping #is that even a thing #ig it is now #fun fact:#i only thought to write abt this bc i was looking at oppositeshipping content #i dont even ship them romantically #but istg oppositeshipping has the most wholesome (and gut-wrenchingly angsty)stuff out there #and I just wanted more Kai fluff #lavashipping

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xiaolinseeker · 2 years

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thank you daddy, i knew you wouldnt say no 💅

also bonus wurai? ahhh fuck it

rai u son of a bitch, all u had to do was swear monogamy and youd still have a sugar mommy

#xiaolin showdown #chack #jack spicer #chase young #wuya #raimundo pedrosa #wurai #is that even a thing

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bowiebond · 2 years

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Too Much For A Freak?

A little something something I conjured up for the tiny Harringrove x Steddie fandom 😂

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39578250

CW: Non-SFW, kissing, voyeurism, Billy is a lil sadistic & Steve is a lil masochistic (so it works), biting, cumming in pants

“You have to stop calling me like this.”

“Oh my god, you sound like a girl, Harrington.” He leans back on the bench, against the table, with an eye roll.

“You’re such a prick.” His backpack hits the leafy ground as he stands before Billy, arms crossed. Billy’s disinterest fades from his eyes as they spark anew, piercing blues caressing his form. Steve gave a cynical scoff at the leer, but did nothing as Billy’s hands cupped his thigh and smoothed up, over his ass and squeezing his waist. His thumb digs into the tender skin there and Steve’s face tingles with heat.

“And yet you came.” Billy murmured, peering up at Steve through full caramel lashes. He can’t pull off the innocence than Steve can, but his ocean blues do make his stomach flip.

It takes barely a pull to guide Steve into his lap, thighs spread to make room for the man, hooking his legs over his. His lips part in a pearly white grin, eyes battling between Steve’s anxious gaze and his full lips.

“Hargrove—“

“Stop. Thinking.” Billy whispered in the air between them before taking his lips in a soft kiss. Steve’s breathes shakily against his upper lip, hands finding purchase on the others shoulders as he leans into the affection.

Billy’s hand is warm against his bare skin as it travels up his back, admiring the ridges of muscle and bone. Steve is smooth all over and it makes Billy envious to touch him.

“Billy…” Steve breathed, arching and shivering as Billy’s calloused hand curves under his arm, touching his chest. He wonders if Billy can feel how hard his heart is thumping inside it.

“Shh, just feel it, baby. Nobody ever comes here anyway…” Billy grinned against the corner of his lip and pressed a kiss there before taking his chin and turning him into a deeper, filthier kiss.

Steve shuddered as the autumn breeze swept through the trees and along his exposed skin, pressing further into Billy’s warm touch, his hands, his fingertips. The man knows how to torture Steve, to make him bend to his will, and Steve’s fear of being caught always melts away with the sheer heat of Billy’s desire.

“Ah-!” Steve jolted at the pinch, nipples growing stiff under the stimulus. Billy’s mouth silences any other sounds of pleasure or protest. Billy’s lips draw from his to lavish his jaw, his neck, and Steve closes his eyes in hopes of focusing, of regaining some semblance of control.

Steve gasped as Billy’s hand slid down his inner thigh and cupped his crotch, fondling him.

“Billy, fuck,” He can’t think of much else to say when he’s got a hand on his dick and lips on his throat. Billy isn’t shy about lovebites; the great ex-King Steve must still have some game in him, surely. That’s all the others will think.

Billy’s just possessive. He doesn’t care for the consequence when he can throw the curtains over the truth. He wants others to know Steve is spoken for.

“Billy, god…”

He doesn’t mean to see them. Really! They were at his spot, for crying out load, nobody was supposed to come here except him and whatever individual wanted the good shit.

He’s glad he was the only one out here today to see them, or else there would be a witch hunt he’d have no chance at stopping.

“Fuck…”

He doesn’t mean to watch either. He’s not that kind of person — though he’s been asked plenty of times. It wasn’t usually what did it for him, you know?

But it’s hard to look away when the two hottest guys in school are making out— no, getting off together. Especially when it’s Steve Harrington, the prettiest boy around with the nicest hair and most kissable lips and biggest doe eyes.

Eddie has had a massive boner for the guy since he was seventeen, can you blame him? Half the school wanted a piece of that even in Steve’s freshman year.

Billy’s a whole other story. That guy oozes sex appeal that have half the moms in the area sloppier than their casseroles. With the gorgeous long dirty blond curls, California tan and eyes as deep as the sea back where he came from — he’s a magnet to all women and any man who dare to even look out of their closet.

It’s no wonder he’s got Steve Harrington in his lap, putty in his strong hands and panting against his smug little smile. Billy looks damn near smitten with Steve grinding into his palm, eyes shut and cheeks red. His lips are even fuller now, swollen from Billy’s kiss and rubbed pink from his ‘stache. They part further with every anticipatory gasp, jilted little moans caressing Billy’s cheek as he bucks and clings to him tighter and tighter.

Eddie watches Billy speak but he can’t hear anything but a low murmur of his husky voice.

“That’s it, baby. You came all this way…” Billy purred against his ear and Steve’s eyes fluttered as the pleasure became too much. “Take your reward, Harrington.”

Steve’s voice cracks when he cums, a hybrid of a moan and a whine leaving his throat as Billy wrings out his pleasure for his own enjoyment. Steve knows his pleasure will always be less for him and more for Billy. Billy wants to see him fall apart like this. It makes him feel superior.

Steve doesn’t care so much anymore. He just likes when Billy makes him feel good. When he touches him with no restraint.

“Billy.” Steve sighed, resting his forehead against his collar. Billy just rumbles with amusement, the hand on his back tangling into his hair and digging in. Steve shivered.

“You done thinking, baby?” Billy grinned, pulling his head back to kiss him — harder, insistent. Billy’s arousal is sharp and biting compared to Steve’s mellow need.

“Yeah,” Steve breathed against his lips, ignoring the tacky feeling in his pants in favour of cupping Billy’s face and returning the vigour with whatever strength he can muster.

Billy laughs into his attempt but allows Steve to right himself, to straddle instead of lay upon him. He’s got his hands on soft hair and full ass and he’s purring like his Camaro with delight.

His lips, teeth, tongue — they find their way along Steve’s jaw and throat, guiding the others ass in slow circles against his cock. It’s heavenly enough that’s his eyes roll and flutter, a silent groan escaping against hot skin. When his gaze focuses forward, grip still so deliciously tight and the muscles in his arms flexing, his eyes find something other than woodland.

Eddie knows he’s been spotted the moment those eyes find him. He stiffens, waits. He doesn’t know how to explain his position, how the pair are not in danger, but he whips his bandanna out and waves it like a white flag despite its black colour.

Billy’s movement does not falter, but his eyes widen and there’s a moment of sheer panic before Eddie makes a fool of himself with his handkerchief. Then all there is is confusion, the kind you get when you witness something so stupid you can’t fully grasp it just happened.

Eddie gives a thumbs up despite his pink face and wide eyes and quiet backs away. Billy’s confusion ebbs away and then his eyes…

They’re intense. Eddie only knows so because his dick begins to hurt in a good way where he’s tucked his hard on into his waistband. He sees why the term “piercing” is the perfect description for those ocean eyes.

Billy gaze fuses with his bewildered one as his lips curl into a devilish smile, turning his nose against mused brown hair. He presses kisses along Steve’s strained neck, held in place by his rough grip, and scraps his teeth against the pale flesh to make it bloom the same shade on the metalhead’s face.

Eddie swallowed hard, his tightly closed jaw working anxiously as Billy dragged his obscene tongue along the shell of Steve’s ear like the sinful forked-tongue snake that doomed Eden.

All while he hypnotises him to keep his gaze, eyes hollow and magnetising like death as he nosed beneath the collar of Steve’s shirt.

Eddie jumps from his trance at the cry that escapes the brunet’s lips, those dull eyes sparkling to life with a hint of feral giddiness you’d only see in beasts from hell. Billy’s teeth dig deeper into his flesh, possessive and relentless and Steve /shakes/ and clutches him like a lifeline.

You can’t rip a dog away from his dinner bowl without getting bitten yourself, that much Eddie grew up knowing.

Eddie slowly backed away, steps growing into an impatient stagger as Billy watched his retreat, releasing his prey from his jaws and soothing the damage.

Eddie almost trips over his own feet as he spins on his heel and breaks his way through the trees, back to the school grounds nearby.

He’s never been harder in his life and he wrings his bandanna in his hands.

“Holy shit.”

Steve tugged harshly at a curl as Billy groaned in his ear, the pair basking in their glow.

“Ow. Watch it, Harrington.”

“Fuck you. That hurt.” Steve scowled as he brushed his fingers over the bite. He couldn’t tell if the wetness was saliva or blood. “The hell was that for, Billy?”

“You liked it. Don’t lie, baby.” Billy grinned, playing with Steve’s ridiculous stiff collar. He was such a prep. “You keep me because I’m mean.”

Steve has no reply to that, but he does take Billy’s hand and give it a good bite back, but Billy just laughs.

“You trying to possess me, princess?”

“I’ve got you by the balls, Hargrove.” Steve snorted and kissed you hard, trying to wipe the smug smile off his face. Which is a feat in itself.

Billy hummed against his lips, a possessive grin showing off his canines between kisses.

That freak Munson wouldn’t be spilling a word about them if the tent in his jeans meant anything. If he didn’t and blabbed; he’d be eating through a tube the rest of his life.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #minor steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #minor billeddie #is that even a thing #?#mungrove #harringroveson

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