folded fabric

thank you both for such nice messages, I’m so glad you like my art…!! hopefully I can help at least a little bit!

anon 2) my brush settings can be found here!
anon 1) wrinkles can get pretty complex! it depends on the type, weight, thickness, and cut of the fabric, whether the character is in motion, etc; I wish I could get into everything, but it’s a huge subject that I don’t think I could possibly cover…!! but I can at least give you some very very basic tips on building up a dress (and the lace underneath!)

here are some examples of dresses I’ve drawn recently. they might seem complex, but when broken down to their most basic form, they’re actually very simple shapes that follow very similar rules!

are you seeing any patterns between them? while they do differ a bit, they’re by and large made from the same long line that curves into itself and back out. learning where this line goes and how it changes under different circumstances is learned largely through practice and intuition, but there are some steps you can take to begin building a foundation to work from! (or at least to sort of break down the process!)

  1. determine the shape/angle of the dress itself. in this example, I’m using a big poofy dress shown from slightly below!
  2. use this as a guide when adding that curving line from before. think of how the fabric folds, and keep in mind that the direction of the curve (and how harsh it appears) depends on where it falls on the dress and the angle at which it’s being viewed from. in this example, it’s more pronounced on the edges, and is facing different directions on the left and the right sides.
  3. wherever cloth folds, wrinkles appear! wrinkles will be more abundant where the cloth is more compact; in this case, that’s toward the waistline. on a dress like this, a fold will originate at the waistline and radiate downward; this means that on an uninterrupted fold, the line that you draw should (if you were to continue it all the way, which is not always necessary) reach cleanly back to the waist. I added one translucent line to help illustrate this idea!
  4. want to add a lace layer? it’s the same concept!! add your basic curving line underneath, keeping in mind that the cloth above will likely mirror whatever it’s falling over. (not perfectly, but somewhat!) so try to keep it a little consistent!
  5. details are easy now!! you can add any sort of lace pattern you want by just tracing over that first line! I used a basic scallop shape here
  6. want even more lace? just repeat step four as many times as you want underneath your last layer of lace!

once you get the hang of this part, figuring out more complex stuff gets much easier! I’m not great at explaining things, but hopefully you were able to come away with some kind of new information, haha…!! I’m wishing you both the best with your art!!!

have a uselessly exhausted yuuri because it’s 4 am and I can’t feel my eyelids ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_  ps viktor then realizes that that isn’t even yuuri’s shirt but his shirt aka the only intentional part of this mess 

Make Some Pocket Extenders for Your Pants

So I don’t know about you, but I’m often frustrated by the ridiculous smallness of girls’ pockets. At a bare minimum, I need to be able to shove my cellphone in there - come on, pants companies! So what I started doing was making myself pocket extenders. I’ve done this several times, for pants and shorts. It’s great.

I just got this pair of jeans, so I thought I’d show you how to do it. I kind of feel like it just hasn’t occurred to some of you that this is an option, so maybe now it will. All you need is your pants, some fabric (I just took a random piece from a scrap bin), a needle, and some thread (thread doesn’t even need to match the fabric since literally no one will see it).

See? Ridiculous. Like, half a cellphone, or only 2.5″. Useless.

 So turn those inside out to expose the pockets.

Figure out how big you want your pockets to actually be. I kinda go by whatever looks like might be right. I didn’t really measure them. Fold the fabric in half, so you have a pocket, and then fold it in half again so you can have two equal ones.

Try to get the edges to line up enough, pin it in place, then sew up the sides! Are your stitches crazy uneven and wonky looking? Doesn’t matter; nobody’s going to see it. These are in the inside of your pants. The only thing that matters is that it holds up. So I double-did the corners, since those tend to get the most stress.

Cut open the bottom of the existing pockets.

Pin it in place, then sew around, joining the new pocket to the old pocket. I did this by keeping my hand on the inside, so I wouldn’t accidentally sew through the other side. Again, I reinforced the corners, and didn’t worry about what it actually looks like. Then I turned it in side out to make sure the inside was all joined properly.

Yay all done! And the pockets are so much bigger now!

Whaaaat I can fit my entire phone and entire hand and probably something else now, are girls’ pockets even allowed to do that?! Heck yeah they are.

Right, here we go with my brand new series of tutorials, entitled How to THINK When you DRAW. I’m going to hit a massive range of subjects, techniques and approaches in this series, so there should be something for everyone, no matter what your interests or ability level.

Oh, and if you have any area of drawing that you’d particularly like to see a tutorial for, TWEET US HERE with your REQUESTS, and I’ll do my best to tackle them for you :)

The first two tutorials are looking at how to draw draping or hanging fabric and creases, enjoy!

Lorenzo!

In bed with... Taeyong

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Anon: In bed with taeyong??;))

Anon: Heya so I’ve seen the in bed posts tht have been written for monsta X and was wondering if you could do a in bed with taeyong? Thankyouu ❤️

I’ll read this whenever Yuta is trying to pull me into his lane - I must remain loyal to Taeyong and Hansol. This is so fucking long like wow, y’all better be thirsty after this, especially after how many people wanted it. Get some water and a pillow to scream into afterwards bc you will feel very dirty after this lmao… Enjoy ;-)


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#265: He Hugs You From Behind

A/N: 

Hey hello it’s been a while since I’ve written a preference mainly because I’ve been busy and working a lot and I probably have some sort of ear infection because i’ve had so much chlorine water in the ears isn’t that awful? Also it’s Friday so that’s really nice. 

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“You’re cold?” He barely had to ask to figure out what was going on. You were shaking from top to toe, the wind was cold in your face and you most probably should have brought a jacket. “You don’t have to give out yours.” You managed to say as he zipped it down but he had another idea in mind. “That’s okay. I know just a way to share.” He was having a secret smile on his face and turned you around so your back was facing his chest. The jacket was huge which made it fit perfectly for the both of you to be in it and he zipped it close. “See,” He hummed against your ear, “Perfect for cuddles and warmth.”

Calum:

“That looks great on you.” You looked up from focusing on the fabric to see him walk closer to the mirror. He had a warm smile on his face especially by the blush on your cheeks that were spreading. “I don’t know if it’s too much.” You folded the fabric around your stomach and hips, it was definitely tight but also showing your curves. “It’s not.” He admitted and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “I mean look at you.” He smiled and pressed his lips into your hair, “You look absolutely stunning.” You smiled softly by his words and help your arms against his, feeling his kisses continue down to your neck.

Michael:

“What is my eyes spotting?” His voice was a little rough but obvious as he came into the kitchen. With sun streaming in through the cracks of the curtain and a happy smile on his face safe to say it was a good morning already. “You’re making me eggs and bacon?” “I think I’m making it for the both of us.” You smiled when he leaned his chin on the top of your shoulder and pulled you closer to his chest. His hair was matted against his forehead and his eyes were a bit tired but it couldn’t compare to his smile. “Seems delicious.” He whispered and moved your shirt up to caress the skin around your hips. 

Ashton: 

“That’s what I love about this place. It’s so quiet and peaceful.” You turned your head so your cheek were pressed against his, seeing him nod his head in agreement. The view in front of you was so nice, the waves were crashing ashore and you could see the moon reflecting in the midnight water. “Can we just stand here for the rest of our lives?” He chuckled lightly by your question and leaned his head on the top of your hair. With his height it was easy and he took in the warm weather that was still surprising at night. “I wish we could.” He smiled and breathed in everything in life that mattered to him. You. 

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“It’s broken,” Jyn said flatly, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders, though the cold had already burrowed its way into her bones. “Beyond repair.”

Cassian let loose a string of curses. “I reprogrammed an Imperial droid,” he muttered, pulling his glove back on. “But somehow I can’t fix an outer rim heating system!”

Jyn tamped down the smile that tugged at her lips even as she watched him throw the hydrospanner into the corner. It hit the flimsy walls with a clank, and dust exploded as it made contact with the plaster.

“You do realize hydrospanners are meant for work on starships and not heating systems, right?” she said, rising to her feet.

His reply was simply this: “I hate the cold.”

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Heathens- [smutandahalf]

A Scruffy Hoes Production

Author: smutandahalf

Rating: NSFW 18+

Words: 3599

Warning: This is darker than what I usually write. It doesn’t have any triggers but I just wanted you guys to know it’s different from my usual stuff.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat? That’s for you to decide..

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     There is something very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, something strange and dark. I glance over at him, sitting at his desk with his head pressed into his hands and his eyes clenched closed. I turn slightly looking around curious if anyone else has seemed to pick up on it. Something is wrong and not a single other person seems to notice, a cold trickle slides down my spine and I quirk my head at him curiously. How strange that he seems so invisible to them. Brushed to the side by his best friend who seems to jump in terror of his own shadow, invisible to the girl who has been clinging to his arms for weeks who has always seemed to be balancing precariously on the line between wild child and wild animal, and overlooked by his father who seems to be too focused on figuring out what is going on in this god forsaken town. Yes, something is very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, and yet no one seems to notice but me.

          The bell rings, and he’s out of his desk and through the door faster than I can blink. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I gather my things, moving slowly as I deliberate on what I should do next. With a certain level of blind curiosity I decide that from this day on if no one else is going to notice him then I’ll be sure that I do. The unseen can always see the invisible.

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Like Limbs and Hearts, Entwined (Part 3)

Summary:  When the woven birch crown appears in the Sacred Grove, the village elders know that The God of Field and Forest, The Lord of the Ancient Wood, has decided to take a Bride.  The most beautiful girl in the village, chosen by him and blessed with his grace, is to perform the marriage rites on the First Summer Moon, thus ensuring a bountiful harvest and continued prosperity for the community…  And you are so very certain and so very thankful that it could never be you!

Warnings: none really… people being aggressive and passive aggressive jerks???

A/N: As always, a special thanks to @abovethesmokestacks for all her help and support, and thanks to all the people who have been interested in the fic so far!

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Going to the village for any reason was by far one of your least favorite things.  Usually it was something your mother did, but whenever she or your father were unable to go, the duty fell to you.  It wasn’t always that way.  When you were younger, a small child, the idea of seeing all your neighbors and the other children was a bit of a treat.  Of course, that stopped being the case as you grew up and, slowly, where you had once felt excitement about interacting with your peers, there was now only dread.  You did not fit in well, for good or ill, and some of them were often keen on reminding you of that.

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Dream Pillow to remember Prophetic Dreams

Hello lovelies! Been awhile, I wanted to give you guys this recipe/spell I created for a friend to enhance her dream memory! I know a lot of people struggle with remembering dreams, and that’s ok! I am here to try and help!

You will need some fabric and a sewing kit for starters!

Ingredients:

-Sandalwood Powder: Visionary Properties

-Peppermint: Psychic awareness and Intuition

-Hawthorne Berries: Protection of witches

-Blood Salt: To protect yourself, and have the ability to defend yourself from any negativity that may try and harm you in these dreams.

-Purple, purple, purple!: Add some purple yarn, tissue paper, or fabric on the inside to help with opening your third eye (Purple is most commonly associated with your third eye, I’ve learned:)

-Amethyst: Once again, to help with your third eye and visionary properties beyond our realm/spirit work. (If you are hoping for channeling, I would substitute amethyst with a piece of fluorite…but that’s just me:)

-Sigil(s): I created a personal sigil for this friend, stemming from, “I will remember my dreams”. I find it stronger to make your own personal sigil when making these pillows for your self.

-Sage: I always add sage for positivity, cleansing, and protection.

The pillow doesn’t have to be huge, the ones we make are relatively small, maybe 2x2 in (After sewn). I start off by folding the fabric in half, and I sew along two sides only, while the fabric is inside out (The pattern that you want on the outside needs to be on the inside so you can create a clean seam). Once both sides are done, I turn it back so the pattern or color is on the outside (I recommend purple) and start stuffing! I go in this order,

Tissue paper, sigil (folded up), Sandalwood powder, peppermint, Hawthorne berry, blood salt, Amethyst, and sage.

If you don’t have some of these items, feel free to substitute them with items you have that you personally feel would work best for you. Our correspondences may be different, and one thing that may work for me, may not work for you. Mix it up!

As I sew the pillow shut, I say the following

“May _________ see what they need to see

May _________ know what they need to know

May _________ fight what they need to fight

May this help ___________’s senses grow”

If this is for you, replace the spaces with I, and the last with my.

Then to finish off, I recommend smudging these pillows with Cedar or sage. Personally, I use this sage spray a friend of mine got me, and it does wonders!

I charge these pillows by simply sleeping with them the very first night I create them. I put them under my pillow right away and then that’s that! Its good to smudge them beforehand, or after if you have any negative dreams.

As far as the sigil goes, I do not charge the sigil in the pillow. I draw the sigil first, and put the original in a bowl with some quartz points and selenite, then I draw a second one and put that in the pillow right away. I leave the original sigil in the bowl overnight, and then add it to my collection the next day:)

I hope you all enjoyed this, please reblog to share with others, and follow/like if you wanna see more! :)

Lots of unconditional love,

-Em

Faux Cuffs and Collar Tutorial

Hello everyone!

This is a tutorial to make a detached collar and (faux) French cuffs. I intended this to be for Playboy Bunny-style costumes, and that’s a good use for them, but I can see people wanting to make these for fashion purposes or other costumes, as well. 

The collar is functional and buttons at the neck, and the cuffs are functional but use a snap on the inside and decorative buttons sewn to the outside to imitate the look of cufflinks. This makes them easier to deal with during a con day and makes it easier to either make custom “cufflinks” or to use what you have in your sewing stash rather than buying or attempting to make actual cufflinks.

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I made a portable Altar inspired by this diy by @donnaoria

It contains a bottle for moon water, glitter, few crystals, hand-made candles, incense, dried and fake flowers and a page with a pencil. And the background is actually a folded fabric, so I have a nice “table” for my altar anywhere I go!

And Yet / Fuma Kotaro x MC

Week 2

Saturday

“That’s enough!”

She comes just in time, when his knees give out beneath him and his breath cuts short. She’s wearing yet another expression today, but one he’s never seen before. He wants to tell her to stop stitching creases and deep lines across her face, but it’s difficult shaping words when each breath is a rattle past his teeth.

“Let him go.”

For a second he thinks she’s talking to him, because he sees a blade glinting in the sunlight, blinding. But it can’t be possible. He knows where his hands are, and they’re not holding a blade; they’re tight, coiled, fingers drenched in soil.

Sullied, like the rest of him.

“Did you not hear me? Let him go.”

And for once in his life, it won’t be his fault. It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault. The knowledge bangs around in his head like a clattering spinning top, pooling strength into his limbs in a last ditch effort to breathe and move away. He needs only a second. One heartbeat.

And yet.

Something sharp knicks at his neck, and with it, a tear, pain, a dripping sensation in his gut. The tension rains little drops around them, and he knows she feels it too from the sudden electricity sparking off her skin.

“Saizo!”

He sees it, through the blur, through the shout of his muscles, the ache in each limb. He sees it, because he’s never heard her voice so sharp before, scraping against sunlight. That’s how he knows Saizo’s never heard her voice like that either, because the blade trembles oh so slighty, and he sees it.

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Aaron Siskind
Venice 1, Venice,Italy, 1978 [unevenly folded fabric with seam down middle; darkness at bottom of image]
Venice 2, Venice, Italy,1978 [hanging hemmed fabric with tassel dangling at right; lighted letters “AMI” at lower left in darkness]
Gelatin silver prints.

Fic Update

Summary:  A Hook/Emma angel/demon AU. They hide in plain sight, the servants of heaven and hell. The angels and the demons, who can save your soul or damn it. They stand on opposite sides, they are the bringers of light and the agents of darkness, they are enemies in an eternal war, but what happens when an angel and a demon are inexplicably drawn to each other?

Read this chapter on ff.net here or on AO3 here

                                               Part Nineteen

Saint Luke’s was lit up against the night sky like a Christmas tree, the bright red EMERGENCY sign followed by an equal sided cross that was the universally recognized symbol of first aid across the Western world were both clearly visible from across the wide street as Emma parked her Bug in a miraculously open spot behind a van emblazoned on the side with the logo of a local news channel. Two more news vans were parked a little further down the block and white floodlights pierced the darkness, each coming from atop a TV camera aimed at the hospital. Emma stood next to her old yellow car for a moment and watched, taking in the stone-faced security guards who had come outside to hold the clamouring reporters at bay just outside of the entrance to the ER. They were like a flock of vultures, swooping down to pick apart the latest juicy carcass that had crossed their path until there was nothing left but the bones.

“-unconfirmed reports that Caroline Spencer, wife of longtime city councilman and mayoral hopeful Albert Spencer, was brought here to Saint Luke’s by ambulance from the Prince Hotel approximately an hour ago. A source has told us that Mrs. Spencer was found in a suite at the hotel in considerable distress and hotel security called 911. It is not known if Albert Spencer was with his wife at the time or the exact nature of her medical emergency, hospital representatives are refusing to confirm if she even is, in fact, a patient, citing confidentiality laws. We’ll remain on scene as this story continues to unfold, now back to you in the studio.”

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Imagine you and Ivar love to raid and battle together (part 4)

Part Ihttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/156851277953/imagine-you-and-ivar-love-to-raid-and-battle
Part II: http://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/156891745733/imagine-you-and-ivar-love-to-raid-and-battle
Part IIIhttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/156943251008/imagine-you-and-ivar-love-to-raid-and-battle

Summary: A month further, Ivar is all overprotective now and suddenly wants to marry you. But your head is somewhere else … you have more pain than usual, your son kicks less than normal. You have still a month to go and just as you want to visit Helga there are thos contractions. Your son lies in the wrong direction and you just lose to much blood, will you survive?
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You wore a gown for a change, it was a lot more comfortable than the typical warrior clothes you wore before, certainly with your oversized belly. There were two things changed since the attack from last month. Ivar was more around … constanly watching you like you could drop any moment to the ground. And your son kicked not that hard anymore, you hardly felt him move at all. “We should marry.” Ivar said. You turned on the chair and looked how he get his shirt on.
“Why, Ivar? Because I’m pregnant of your son?”
“Yes.” He nodded. You looked at him and bited your lip, a little dreamy. “You don’t want to?” He asked. You pulled yourself out of your own thoughts and looked at him.
“Your changing, growing all soft.” You spotted. He frowned his eyebrows and stared at the door.
“You said I would be a good father.” He looked at you, a little unsteady maybe. You pushed yourself from the chair and walked over to the bed. He supported you as soon as you were in range.
“I will not break.” You smiled because of his over protection.
“You maybe not but he,” he pressed his lips against your belly and looked up at you for a moment. “you can’t be carefull enough.” He wispered.
“You kiss him already a lot more than me.” You observed. He chuckles and pulled his head back.
“You jealous?” He asked with that seductive smile you loved. How could you be jealous, he treated you like a goddess past month. And even he was a cripple, he crawled half the village if you needed something. But you never told him that there was something changed with your son. You never told him about the pain you sometimes had. It was to early, it wasn’t possible. “I wish I could know what you are thinking of.”
“Hmm.” You looked at him and shook your head. “Nothing really. Shouldn’t you be with your brothers?” You asked to switch the subject. He narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly.
“You never aswered my question, we should marry.”
 “Get me through childbird and maybe I will.” You gave in. He smiled, as if he completed something that took a lot of work. You watched him getting of the bed and crawling to the door, without kissing you goodbye, see …

As soon as he was away you stroke over your belly, trying to control the little pain you were already feeling again. “Maybe we should go visit Helga.” You said softly against yourself. You stood up, walked the house out to Helga. It was a long walk, to long and you needed to rest more than once. You where almost by the house when you felt a cramp coming up. “Not now, please.” You wispered to your belly, holding your body up to a tree.
“Y/n?” You looked up to Floki who stood with an axe besides a fallen tree. He came towards you, confused looking from your belly to your face.
“I think somethings wrong?” You said afraid.
“Helga is with Torvi, you need to go back.”
“I gonna loose him.” You wispered. It was a month to early, you son couldn’t come now.
“You’re not believing in the gods Y/n, they have great plans for you and your son.” You watched to Floki who maked some weird movements with his hand above his head. You felt the pain again and Floki supported you back to the village, the whole way he was mumbling to himself, praying to the gods. He got you home, back on the bed before he rushed out to get Helga and some other woman. Helga told you over her childbirth, over the pain, the yelling. But you mostly felt fear now you were there all by yourself, trying to control your breathing while Floki get the others. It felt like hours but when she got through the door she immidiatly began to look for symptoms.
“He will come y/n.”
“It’s to soon.” You said in panic. Margrethe followed with some other woman you hardly knew.
“How long is this going on?” Helga asked while she started preparing. Margrethe was warming water by the fire, the other woman folded fabrics for the baby, or for you, who knows.
“Since the attack, he didn’t moved liked before and sometimes I felt a light pain. I was coming to see you Helga.” Their was a new contraction and you already felt the sweat coming up.
“Does Ivar know?”
“Does Ivar know what?” He asked in the doorway. His confused gaze said enough. He needed some time to put it all together but when he finally looked at you, you saw a little anger underneath concern. “y/n?” He asked, still in the doorway. You sucked in a deep breath and looked then towards him.
“I’m sorry.” You wispered. He crawled to the bed and both of you looked to Helga who was puching your belly.
“He doesn’t lie with his head in the good direction.” She confirmed. You closed your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“It’s my fault, I should have stopped training, riding, I should have stayed home with the attack, because of me you never gonna see your son alive.” A new contraction hits you and you tried to just bite away the pain. Ivar laid his hand on your forehead, his thumb stroking your skin.
“You will get through this, the gods are not that cruel y/n.” But you hardly couldn’t listen to him.
“You should go Ivar.” You wispered through your tears. When you looked at him he shook his head. “Please, for once don’t be so stubborn.” You said further. He laid his arm around your head and you took a hold at it with both hands.
“You can do battle, you can do this to. I know you only one way Y/n and that is strong.” He wispered, pressing a short kiss on your forehead. The more contractions there came, the more pain you got.
“He has to get out Y/n, you have to start pressing.” Helga said. The fear in your eyes overcame all your power to fight. Margrethe watched in concern while you pushed for the first time, and the second … and the third. Helga exchanged looks with the other woman and you closed your eyes, hiding your head against Ivar’s arm.
“What is it?” He asked. You knew you were bleeding already a lot and it shouldn’t supposed to go like that.
“If the baby don’t come out soon he will kill Y/n. She is already loosing to much blood and losing all strenght.” Helga answered him before she turned to the two other women and start to explain things to them.
“Y/n, you have to do this.” Ivar softly said against your ear. You turned your head and shook your head.
“Promise me you will take care of him. If I die, please, Ivar, take care of him. Make him fierce and famous just like you are. Promise me?” Your fingertips stroked his cheekbone while you looked at him. He nodded, you saw a tear from the corner of his eye getting towards his cheek. “Your the most amazing man I ever met Ivar and I’m glad that I always could fight beside you through all those times, that I can carry your son now.”
“Don’t make this a goodbye.” He wispered. You looked away from him, back to Helga who nodded slowly.
“The faster he is out, the more change you have Y/n.” She said with a strong voice. She gave you some courage. You took a deep breath, clenched yourself on to Ivar his arm en closed your eyes. How hard could it be? You start pushing, yelling all the pain into Kattegat. After ten times there was hardly any progress and your head felt back in the bed, your eyes half shut.
“Can’t you cut it out?” Ivar asked impatient, restless, angry almost.
“Cut it out? Are you mad. She will loose more blood!” Helga defensed your situation immidiatly.
“She is dying Helga!” He yelled at here. “And he isn’t coming.” He pointed at your belly. You wanted to comfort him but all of your energy slowly dripped away.
“I’m not gonna cut into Y/n.” Helga shook her head.
“Do it or I will the one cutting into you.” He was totaly panicking, that was for sure.
“What if I cut into him?”
“Get him out Helga, we are losing her.” Ivar threatened.
“I will do it.” Someone said with a steady tone. You opended your eyes a little only to see Lagertha walking in, confident and practical. Ivar looked at her, not sure what he had to do. “If I don’t she will die.” Lagertha asked him for permission, he nodded before he turned to you again. He laid his hands against your cheeks, looking for eye contact.
“You can’t give up now Y/n, please, don’t leave, don’t leave me.” He begged with tears in his eyes you never saw before. You wanted to respond but their was nothing left for you. Lagertha started to cut and the pain and bloodloss of that maked you lose consciousness.

Did you go to Valhalla if you failed to deliver your child? The seer saw you dying loneliness but this was not that. You constanly heard prayers, people talking to you, stroking their fingers over your forehead, thought your hair.  You couldn’t move, your body slowly took his final ride, you hoped to Valhalla … you were sure you earned it. You fought many battles, this one was your last. You wished you just could open your eye one last time, to see the people you loved. You said it not enough, you were always so distant and hard, hardly showing any emotions and now … it was to late. You would die and you wouldn’t see you own son. If you had a last wish it would be that, see him, hold him, touch him. You heard the sounds of a sacrifice in your head, you weren’t even sure if it was real. But it was like the gods heard your last prayer to let you see your son. Only it was in a dream, the kind of dream you always wanted to have. You saw your son, he stood beside the chariot of Ivar with that same strongheaded look. Black hair, just like his father cut it. He was so young, full in battlegear, a sword in his belt. There was a full army on both sides of him. He looked up in the chariot, towards his father. “You ready?” Ivar asked his son amused. The boy nodded, looking towards the enemy while he tightened his grip on his shield. “Give the commando.” Ivar followed, proudly looking towards his son. The boy pulled his sword, ready for his first battle besides his father.
“SHIELD WALL!” He yelled and the full army put their shields in front. That was the dream the gods gave you before they pulled you back in that dark unsure world between dying and living.

When you forced you eyes open you couldn’t see much exept for a ceiling. Their was some wet fabric on you head and you felled some tinglings in your fingers and toes. You felt heavy, heavy and tired. For a moment you didn’t knew where you were, was this Valhalla? It had a lot in comment with the house you had in Kattegat. To your suprice your head turned, looking for some grip on the reality. Their was a bowl with water, some herbs and dried fabrics with blood, your blood. You turned your head slowly to the left only to see Ivar, sleeping in a chair. His legs bound in front of him. He looked so peacefull, so not full of anger like usual. But it wasn’t seeing him again that started tears rolling down your face, it was what rested on his chest, a small little baby. You always tried to imagine Ivar with a child, a baby even but the image was never completly right but this … He had his hand supportive under the little guy, both sleeping and both so peacefull. “Ivar.” Your voice was weak, sore and barly to hear. He didn’t react. You tried to move but it didn’t worked, you were still to weak. Your son maked a little noice, turning his head against his father before sleeping further. Ivar moved a little to, moving his head to the same direction in his sleep. The tears rolled over your cheeks, you were alive, the gods gave you a second change, they found it worty for you to see your son grow up.

You stared for a least what felt like hours before someone came in. It was Helga and when she saw your wet face and open eyes she immidiatly came to the bed. “It’s so good to finally see you awake.” You said tenderly.
“What,”
“You lost a lot of blood during childbirth, it almost killed you. Lagertha had to cut him out. Afterwards you had a fever, what is under control now.” She explained while feeling your head and cheeks. “Do you want me to wake them?” She asked with a look towards Ivar and your son, you nodded slowly. Helga stood up and turned towards Ivar. “Ivar.” She shook his shoulder carefully.
“It’s not because I’m holding a baby that I’m not be able to kill.” He murmured. You wanted to laugh because of what he said but you couldn’t, you were still crying over the fact that you were alive.
“Y/n is awake.” Helga smiled. You saw Ivar his eyes fly open, his gaze directly towards you.
“Take over.” He wispered without even looking toward Helga. She took the baby from his chest and he let his body fall to the ground before crawling to the bed. He pushed his body up and carefull laid a hand against you cheek. You closed your eyes, finding his hand with yours. “I never believed the gods would take you away from this world.” He wispered. His free hand stroked your hair and you almost felt asleep again. “Y/n?” You opened your eyes and looked back at him. “I love you, I never said it enough.” He followed.
“How do you feel Y/n?” Helga asked while she was rocking your son back to sleep.
“Tired.” You honestly answered.
“Then go back to sleep my love.”
“Don’t get all emotional over me Ivar.” You hardly had the strenght to speak but it brought you a smile for him.
“You gave uss a couple days to overthink our lives and get emotional over it.” He replied. You looked back to Helga and your son, Ivar took it as a sign and pulled his body on the bed, wraping his arms carefully around you to pull you a little up.
“Carefull Ivar.” Helga said. Your body rested against Ivar chest but despite the pain you didn’t protest.
“Give him back.” He demanded Helga with a tone you never heard him talking with. You frowned your eyebrows but fast loose the interest in that because of what was heading your way … your son. Helga laid him back in Ivar’s arms, he was so tender with his movements that the tears came back. You looked down at the baby, dark, almost black hair, soft skin, tiny fingers and those ocean blue eyes like his father. He was staring at you, concentrated almost. “Meet y/n, she is the strongest and fiercest woman of Kattegat and the world. Lucky for you son she’s also your mother.” Ivar introduced his son to you. The baby stared at you before his gaze felt on Ivar, you turned you head and met the loving smile on Ivar his lips.
“Already in love?” You asked with a small painfull grin.
“He is healthy Y/n, not a cripple like me and as beautifull as you.” Ivar said softly, both of you looking how your son his eyes felt shut. You laid a finger on his small hand and looked how he wrapped his little fingers around it. You head rested against Ivar’s chest as you felt asleep as well.

The end?

We Intertwined: Ch. 12

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 11 | AO3 | Chapter 13
Word Count: 1,660

When Ignis arrived at the house the next morning, he was surprised to see a number of measuring cups and spoons laid out on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was empty, but if he strained his ears, he could hear shuffling coming from within the walk-in pantry.

Raine emerged balancing a stack of ingredients in her hands, her tongue poking out of her mouth as she precariously made her way over to drop everything off. She nearly stumbled, but Ignis hurried over just in time to collect a bag of flour and the shortening from her hands before they slipped from her grasp.

“Oh, good morning,” she greeted, exhaling heavily so that the stray hairs that escaped her braid moved out of her face. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

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anonymous asked:

I know you're swamped with prompt requests but please hear me out!! What if it hadn't been Taki and Tanuma that had passed by when Natsume was de-aged, but Nishimura and Kitamoto instead?? Thanks for taking the time to read this, I love your work!!

i had a bunch of people ask for a young!natsume fic ;v ; hopefully just this one is sufficient! i have a lot of requests to work through ladgldgh

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Taki forgets the cupcakes. Tanuma says, “Natsume won’t mind if we’re a few minutes late,” and they double back to her house to retrieve them. 

When the Days Eater has gone, and Nyanko is left with a pint-sized Natsume where the proper one should have been, Taki and Tanuma aren’t there to intervene and the child slips away from the unfamiliar tanuki yokai, moving as silently and certainly as a little ghost. 

Natsume is fairly certain he’s lost, and fairly certain he hasn’t been missed. But he wouldn’t want to cause the family he’s staying with any trouble – not sooner than he can help, at least. So he’ll follow the road into town, and figure things out from there. 

He can’t go far before he has to stop and roll the legs of his pants up. They keep slipping down so he cinches the belt tighter, and loses the long socks completely. The grass feels good under his feet anyway, sun-warm and springy. He’s surrounded by fields that seem to sprawl forever. He doesn’t know where he is, but it seems calm and welcoming. It seems nice.

“–told you, look at him! He looks just like Natsume! Right down to the thousand yard stare.”

Natsume jumps, whirling around and loosing his footing as he does. He lands with an oof and looks up to find himself face to face with an older boy. A high school student, maybe. There’s two of them, but only one is at his eye level, crouching in the road with an expression of wonder.

“Kitamoto, seriously, are you seeing this? Hey kid, what’s your name?”

He’s shrinking from them automatically – bigger bodies and bigger numbers usually don’t mean anything good for him, and he doesn’t want to go home with bruises on top of everything else he’s put his current family through – but there’s no real fear in his heart of these older boys, none at all. 

That’s… surprising. 

So he says, softly, “Natsume.” And blinks when the boy in front of him grins, like his name was the right answer. 

“I knew it! Natsume never told us he had a little cousin. Your family must have super genes or something, ‘cause the resemblance is scary.” 

“Do you hear yourself when you talk, Nishimura? You’re freaking him out.” The other boy – Kitamoto – yanks Nishimura back by the hood of his sweatshirt so he topples backwards, but not in the mean way Natsume’s classmates do. Nishimura squawks in outrage and scrambles for a second like a stag beetle tipped on its back, and Kitamoto offers Natsume a hand with a warm smile. “C’mon, you’ll catch cold out here. What are you doing, running around without shoes on?”

“You’re not his mom, Acchan. He might look like Natsume, but there’s no way he gets sick as easily as him. No one gets sick as easily as him.“

Natsume takes Kitamoto’s hand tentatively, and the high schooler doesn’t hold it too tight or pull too hard; just brings him up to his feet with a friendly yank, and then tousles his hair a bit. 

“You – you know my,” he swallows hard, and says, “Natsume? You know him?”

“Well, sure,” Nishimura says, dusting himself off. “We’re his buddies. He’s in my class, too.”

The tanuki yokai said the same thing, sort of. About being a high school student, and living in this area with people called the Fujiwaras. And he doesn’t think these people are lying to him. They’re too warm and lively to be monsters, the human or the spirit kind. They’re smiling at him nicely. 

He likes them. 

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