When you originally pulled the invitation from your mailbox you thought it had been yet another wedding invitation from one of your college friends. The elaborate gold writing on the black envelope, wrapped in actual lace. It was easy to assume from its elegance that it would be something like that.
I can’t believe I got my die-cutting machine to cut this huge gold applique correctly on the first try 😭 It’s a Katsucrunch miracle!
I got a Silhouette Cameo 3 to help me out with complicated cuts, and this machine and its god-forsaken software have been almost more trouble than it’s worth. Now that this applique is cut, I’m willing to consider forgiveness.
This is gold metallic pigskin backed with tricot interfacing. I wanted to match the seamless look of the reference, so I cut the top of the gold piece to wrap around the edges like a binding. Almost ready to stitch this all together.
Newest dabber!!! ✨✨✨
Hanging river pearl with a turquoise bead because turquoise just looks so clean with gold.
Gold wire all around accented with spirals.
Definitely one of my favorites, super classy and the pearl dangled so nicely as well as the turquoise being the perfect place to put your thumb.
Let me know what you guys think!
-goon ♥️ @magicmanda @daberellaaa @gabyfaace @stoner-ette @weed-breath @aliensdab
A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!
“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.
“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.
“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”
Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”
Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt.
“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something.
“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”
“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”
Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”
“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”
Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.
“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.
“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”
“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”
A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”
“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.
“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”
You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”
Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself.
She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”
Colony Vs. The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice
This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card. Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders.
I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!
“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and
Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re
registered as a church.”
“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is
actually not a joke.”
Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve
recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and…
Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet
away so he could put his face in his palm.
“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t
think even you could troll this hard.
Why are we getting called for this
one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local
“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,”
Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest
The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but
it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger
tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the
rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around
their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come
back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and
looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.
“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the
Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.
Think of it like a
team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his
mental voice. I have new arrows for you
to try out.
Sold! the colony repeated,
flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?
The colony did not understand currency, and the last time
Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up
in a circular loop of Why? for most
of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the
conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It
was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of
math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world
with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.
Let’s not start that
conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”
Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently
“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair
was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and
was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water
glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered
gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the
attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”
“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He
was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around
the table at the colony’s leisure.
Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know.
Plausible deniability is a thing.”